<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520</id><updated>2012-01-25T20:37:22.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6099201747387095250</id><published>2010-03-09T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T05:13:06.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue update....</title><content type='html'>Whew, what a whirlwind!  Charlotte spent 24 days in the NICU before she joined her family at home on January 8th.  We were sooo happy to have her home with us!  After two months of weight gain issues at home, and frustrations trying to get her to nurse (using every tool known to man, I think, including the SNS nursing supplementer), I finally admitted defeat.  I still pump for her, and she gets about 1/3 of her milk from me.  The rest is high calorie preemie formula.  She is now doing wonderfully, and weighs 9.5 lbs at 3 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home from the NICU on an apnea monitor, due to periodic heartrate decelerations and prilosec for her relux (common to preemies).  She also gets a monthly shot of Synagis, which provides preemies with some protection from RSV (respiratory Syncatal Virus) which is very prevalent this time of year, and would likely end her back up in the hospital.  We've cocooned her at home since her hospital discharge anyways, not wanting to expose her to germs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dynamic duo make GREAT big sisters and adore little Charlotte.  She's a pretty easy going baby, which is a relief as G was a SUPER high needs baby who never slept.  CHarlotte sleeps great at night, and is usually a very happy baby.  I'm very sad to have to be returning to work on Thursday of this week.  Big sister M will be taking care of her while I'm at work, but I've never worked when I've had a baby this small, and it's still very hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJT2CPU0I/AAAAAAAAAng/2TfVr-ZzT8w/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJT2CPU0I/AAAAAAAAAng/2TfVr-ZzT8w/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446621404622443330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJTbuAm7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Q5EBPWv8hYY/s1600-h/charlottehome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJTbuAm7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Q5EBPWv8hYY/s320/charlottehome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446621397558270898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJTM5iZRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rgckBbTEgkg/s1600-h/gracecharlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJTM5iZRI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rgckBbTEgkg/s320/gracecharlotte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446621393580090642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJSu-N-wI/AAAAAAAAAnI/brTP-706ikM/s1600-h/charbirth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJSu-N-wI/AAAAAAAAAnI/brTP-706ikM/s320/charbirth1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446621385546660610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6099201747387095250?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6099201747387095250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6099201747387095250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6099201747387095250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6099201747387095250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-overdue-update.html' title='long overdue update....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/S5ZJT2CPU0I/AAAAAAAAAng/2TfVr-ZzT8w/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6648625023899616231</id><published>2009-12-28T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:16:33.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Charlotte</title><content type='html'>Is still in the NICU.  Today is day 11.  She is now off all breathing assistance, which is fantastic!  However, she still has high bilirubin levels that have not budged for the past 6 days.  Some initial issues with her digesting her food also set her back.  Although resolved, she is still getting the majority of her food via NG tube (tube that runs from her nose to her belly), although she is starting to nurse a little, and take about 1 feeding per day via the haberman feeder (similar to a bottle).  Her feedings are being increased every day, as she is still loosing weight.  Mom is pumping for her, but is only providing about 1/2 of the breastmilk that she needs per day, unfortunately.  It's very hard to bring in a full supply of milk via pump only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying each day that she will be home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SziTeG29mAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/KxWiKh9SqJw/s1600-h/charlotte1222.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SziTeG29mAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/KxWiKh9SqJw/s320/charlotte1222.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420244296986892290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SziTd_3KFNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GskVHc8DnQI/s1600-h/chardaddyxmaseve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SziTd_3KFNI/AAAAAAAAAm4/GskVHc8DnQI/s320/chardaddyxmaseve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420244295108662482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SziTdmk5FxI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kH-vp5vj5j4/s1600-h/charmommyxmaseve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SziTdmk5FxI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kH-vp5vj5j4/s320/charmommyxmaseve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420244288321165074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6648625023899616231?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6648625023899616231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6648625023899616231' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6648625023899616231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6648625023899616231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-charlotte.html' title='Baby Charlotte'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SziTeG29mAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/KxWiKh9SqJw/s72-c/charlotte1222.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1442621343423402042</id><published>2009-12-19T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:32:07.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby sister...</title><content type='html'>Charlotte Jean was born via emergency c-section on December 17th at 5:08pm, 5 weeks early due to a placental abruption.  Charlotte is in NICU, but is off the ventilator and on CPAP for breathing assistance.  Momma required multiple blood transfusions but is now feeling much better, although hemoglobin is still quite low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had had a bad fall during a snowstorm onto my belly the week prior.  They admitted me to labor and delivery for 24 hrs and monitored me - all looked well.  Had increasing pain and small amount of spotting on an off for the next week.  Dr's office sent me back to L&amp;D to be monitored again.  24 hrs of monitoring looked great, but pain still present.  Dr's decided to do an u/s, although placental abruptions are "rarely" picked up in an u/s.  By the time they wheeled me back from u/s to my room, there were two nurses waiting to prep me for an emergency c-section.  Radiologist had already phoned and talked to my ob about what they had seen.  I barely had a minute to get a call off to Wood to tell him to get to the hospital pronto - with or without him, they were going to deliver the baby.  Dr told me I could have an epidural, but Anethesiologist said no way, too risky with the placenta abrupting, and I'd have to have a general.  There were 4 people in my room, all simultaneously prepping me for surgery.  Wood showed up at the last minute, and prayed with me.  Within 15 minutes, I was in the OR, was put under.  Woke up in recovery, baby had went straight to NICU.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lost a lot of blood, and my hemoglobin and platelets had fallen in the week since the fall anyways.  Blood was drawn and it was decided that I needed multiple blood transfusions the next day.  Until I got them, I could barely sit up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte was immediately given respiratory assistance and put on a CPAP.  That ceased to be enough, and she was put on a ventilator.  She inhaled bloody fluid from the abruption and has pneumonia.  Today, she was put back onto the CPAP, and is being treated for the pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God, all are doing well.  Will post more and pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1442621343423402042?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1442621343423402042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1442621343423402042' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1442621343423402042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1442621343423402042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-baby-sister.html' title='New baby sister...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3545665971477251467</id><published>2009-10-24T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:17:33.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween pics of the girls</title><content type='html'>Big sister took them to a Halloween party at the library today. A good time was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SuOK_eIGYMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VFdn1FpQx7I/s1600-h/20093girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SuOK_eIGYMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VFdn1FpQx7I/s320/20093girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396309601543413954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SuOK_KCBplI/AAAAAAAAAmg/g4-k3FA5oMU/s1600-h/2009halloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SuOK_KCBplI/AAAAAAAAAmg/g4-k3FA5oMU/s320/2009halloween2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396309596149229138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SuOK-wXC7nI/AAAAAAAAAmY/56C9ueaKQqs/s1600-h/2009halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SuOK-wXC7nI/AAAAAAAAAmY/56C9ueaKQqs/s320/2009halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396309589258071666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3545665971477251467?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3545665971477251467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3545665971477251467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3545665971477251467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3545665971477251467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-pics-of-girls.html' title='Halloween pics of the girls'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SuOK_eIGYMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VFdn1FpQx7I/s72-c/20093girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5047915043669582246</id><published>2009-09-14T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:56:37.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the dynamic duo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/Sq5LjlWSyMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bKw1KQEpKo0/s1600-h/campgrey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/Sq5LjlWSyMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bKw1KQEpKo0/s320/campgrey1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381321679447443650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having posted pics in a long while of the dynamic duo.  Miss A said this past weekend that she hopes the new baby will be chocolate, like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5047915043669582246?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5047915043669582246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5047915043669582246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5047915043669582246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5047915043669582246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/pic-of-dynamic-duo.html' title='Pic of the dynamic duo.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/Sq5LjlWSyMI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bKw1KQEpKo0/s72-c/campgrey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7009471727510706305</id><published>2009-09-11T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:25:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 weeks pregnant...</title><content type='html'>Had my follow up visit with the perinatologist/maternal fetal medicine specialist.  He did a REALLY long u/s looking hard for soft and hard markers of chromosomal abnormalities, along with any physical defects.  Nothing, zero, zip, zilch, nada.  While it doesn't mean that the baby doesn't have any chromosomal defects, it certainly lessens our chances.  And in any case, it means that baby is nice and healthy!  Baby weighs a whopping 12 oz, about the same as a bottle of pop.  Oh, and both u/s seemed to indicate that it is a &lt;strong&gt;baby girl!&lt;/strong&gt;   Wood was right, I was wrong.  He said to go with the trend, I really felt it was a baby boy!  Asrat and Grace have gotten over their momentary dissapointment over wanting a boy and are quite excited to be welcoming the 4th girl to our family.  We will have 4 girls and 1 boy, ranging in age from almost 23 to newborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, this pregancy is hard on me - I'm not a spring chicken anymore. I've developed SPD, so walking, standing and doing stairs is painful.  Working full time really tires me out.  I really want to work right up until the very end, so that I can take as much time off as possible WITH the baby after she is born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7009471727510706305?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7009471727510706305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7009471727510706305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7009471727510706305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7009471727510706305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/21-weeks-pregnant.html' title='21 weeks pregnant...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1530290127757579176</id><published>2009-08-20T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:44:03.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18+ weeks pregnant.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/So3Qn2vRNnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/EGAktqE3DLQ/s1600-h/aug20babyusprofile2small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372179313650120306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/So3Qn2vRNnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/EGAktqE3DLQ/s320/aug20babyusprofile2small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/So3QnE6RpjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/CfBPHE2tnag/s1600-h/aug20usprofile1small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372179300274513458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/So3QnE6RpjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/CfBPHE2tnag/s320/aug20usprofile1small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/So3QopFH9DI/AAAAAAAAAmI/KMTqhlKzI8s/s1600-h/aug20baby4small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372179327163561010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/So3QopFH9DI/AAAAAAAAAmI/KMTqhlKzI8s/s320/aug20baby4small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 18-20 weeks anatomy u/s today. Hopefully, I can get results from the radiologist by tomorrow.  To my (untrained) eyes, things looked great. Admittedly, the last pic (4D) is more than a bit alien looking.  Tech said they come out much better after 30 weeks, and I can come back then and they'll do a few for me no charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained about 8lbs or so (baby weighs a whopping 9 oz, so where's the rest of the 7.5 lbs??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started pulling the babies room together.  G&amp;A, although they technically have separate rooms now, only sleep in the same room.  So I'm taking over A's room for the baby.  We're doing a Dr. Seuss theme (works for boy or girl),with Horton as the main theme "A person's a person, no matter how small".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&amp;A were in a mall fashion show last night representing my workplace.  They had fun and looked oh so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1530290127757579176?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1530290127757579176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1530290127757579176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1530290127757579176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1530290127757579176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/18-weeks-pregnant.html' title='18+ weeks pregnant.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/So3Qn2vRNnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/EGAktqE3DLQ/s72-c/aug20babyusprofile2small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-4651313140245891010</id><published>2009-07-26T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:05:15.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 weeks pregnant...</title><content type='html'>Feeling much better these days.  Only gained 3.5 lbs, but am huge already.  Have my big anatomy ultrasound on August 20th.  All I want to know is that everything is ok with the baby, and that the placenta previa is at least starting to move up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get reluctant to share the news about my pregnancy with those who don't know yet, as most folks are utterly shocked by it, and hardly congratulatory.  I don't know if it's because it's our 5th child, or that we are "older".  Either way, I think people should keep their comments to themselves.  If one more person tells me how old I will be when the baby graduates high school I think I will scream.  HOw old will I be in 18 years if I wasn't having a baby????  Thanks for doing the math for me, really, that was sooo helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one that gets me is the "better you than me" comment.  Yup, for the baby's sake, I'm glad it's me and not you either, since you obviously are so turned off by the idea of adding another child to your family.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-4651313140245891010?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4651313140245891010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=4651313140245891010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4651313140245891010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4651313140245891010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/15-weeks-pregnant.html' title='15 weeks pregnant...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1166641365876713406</id><published>2009-07-15T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:21:47.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About my dad.....</title><content type='html'>I wrote some time ago about the brain infection my dad had late last winter, triggered by his powerful Remicade arthritis drug, which suppressed the immune system.  My dad, still never fully recovered from his lengthy illness, and compounded by worries that as a GM retiree that he would lose his pension/medical benefits with the recent GM bankruptcy and would go broke with medical bills, decided to take his own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very difficult to think of someone you love completely losing hope and feeling that this is the only option left.  It is alarming to feel that perhaps he was not even thinking clearly, as his illness caused erratic behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral arrangements have not yet been made, as his body has not yet been released by the Medical examiner due to the nature of his death.  Just home yesterday from Milwaukee for G's appts at Children's hospital, we are headed downstate this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1166641365876713406?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1166641365876713406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1166641365876713406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1166641365876713406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1166641365876713406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-my-dad.html' title='About my dad.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5918591096830130520</id><published>2009-07-13T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:17:51.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My father has died...</title><content type='html'>I received the news late last night that my father has died.  Will post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5918591096830130520?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5918591096830130520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5918591096830130520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5918591096830130520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5918591096830130520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-father-has-died.html' title='My father has died...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1502800873855043277</id><published>2009-06-19T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:19:00.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unsettling news...</title><content type='html'>Got a call from the dr's office this morning, with my u/s results.  I wasn't worried at all - after all, Wood and I saw little woodlet moving and squirming all over the place.  Baby is perfectly fine :)  However, it seems I have a complete placenta previa.  This is when the placenta decides to make it's home smack dab over the cervix.  I'm now on some restrictions (no lifting, exercise, etc) and I have a referral for July 2nd for the perinatologist who visits our remote and rather rural location 1x per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still time for it to "migrate" into a higher position.  While the placenta doesn't move, per se, as the uterus stretches, the possibility exisits for it to migrate to a higher position as time goes on.  If not, it means a definite C-section several weeks before term.  It also carries a higher risk of preterm labor (I already have a history of this), hemmorrage, growth restriction for the baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes placenta previa?  Oh, let's see:  Age over 35 - yup.  3 or more previous pregnancies - yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a regular OB appt on June 25th, I see the perinatologist on July 2, and we got to Milwaukee on July 13th, for both G's checkup at Children's hospital in the am, and I'm having a Nuchal translucency scan in the pm (they don't do those up here at all - Wood and I just want to be prepared for all contingencies.  Some trisomies are associated with heart and other defects, and if we were to find out something like that, we probably wouldn't deliver at the hospital here in the UP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that the previa moves up and out of the way, or this could be a complicated pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1502800873855043277?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1502800873855043277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1502800873855043277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1502800873855043277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1502800873855043277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/unsettling-news.html' title='unsettling news...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6484142095735832886</id><published>2009-06-17T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:59:47.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G and A are going to be big sisters.....</title><content type='html'>A work in progress…….a bit of geography for these hard to look at u/s photos –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round circle on the right hand side is the yolk sack. Directly under that is the baby’s head, which is about ½ of the body at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see the little arms and legs – baby is laying on his/her left side facing forward. Right arm is just below the head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about halfway down the body to the left. Bumps at the bottom are the legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could see the baby squirming around today, reaching it’s arms towards it’s head. Kinda cool! Heartbeat was 167 beats per minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dynamic due want a boy only.....we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning sickness (actually all day sickness) is starting to subside.  However, I'm asleep by 8 or 9pm every night now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SjmCwmbXOyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EQPQt6bqNZk/s1600-h/9w3dayresize1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348449803939822370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SjmCwmbXOyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EQPQt6bqNZk/s320/9w3dayresize1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6484142095735832886?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6484142095735832886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6484142095735832886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6484142095735832886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6484142095735832886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/g-and-are-going-to-be-big-sisters.html' title='G and A are going to be big sisters.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SjmCwmbXOyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/EQPQt6bqNZk/s72-c/9w3dayresize1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5589507520507955210</id><published>2009-05-29T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:28:44.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David is home</title><content type='html'>I received this email last night from the Gockenbachs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At 8:44pm tonight, David entered eternal life..  He's home, safe and secure in the Father's arms.  We miss him already, but are so glad that his suffereing is over.  He's been thru more in his 11 yrs than most of us will ever go thru.  Yet how full of joy he was and such a blessing to so many.  His mission is accomplished, his crown awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for staying with us on this journey."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5589507520507955210?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5589507520507955210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5589507520507955210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5589507520507955210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5589507520507955210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/david-is-home.html' title='David is home'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5590477719269053090</id><published>2009-05-02T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:35:54.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad news....</title><content type='html'>I've posted several times about the only other family near us (about 100 miles away) who adopted siblings from Ethiopia shortly after we brought A home.  Their son David, was dx'd with leukemia not long after arriving home with his new family.  He relapsed while still receiving chemo, and underwent a stem cell transplant late last year.  He spent 100 days in the hospital at U of M and it was grueling, to say the least.   David, now age 11, has relapsed again.  There is very little that can be done medically at this point - he might have a few months.  His family is preparing for the unthinkable.  David is a wonderful faith filled little boy who has endured more than any child should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep David and his entire family in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the family's &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/davidgockenbach"&gt;caringbridge pages&lt;/a&gt; http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/davidgockenbach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5590477719269053090?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5590477719269053090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5590477719269053090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5590477719269053090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5590477719269053090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-news.html' title='Sad news....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7068004015136426610</id><published>2009-03-20T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:16:29.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tests today</title><content type='html'>Today I go in for a screening ultrasound (screen for ovarian cancer) and breast MRI, both due to BRCA2 and family history issues (dad died of breast cancer, dx'd at age 45.)  I'm actually overdue for the MRI - should have had it in late December, but the dr's office messed that up.  I had a mammogram and ultrasound last week, which turned up many what are hopefully cysts - which is unusual for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the MRI is that they usually always find something (or several somethings) that needs to be biopsied.  It's a high stress time for a few weeks until I get the biopsy scheduled and all test results back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultrasound to screen for ovarian cancer is just an attempt.  There is no good way to screen for this type of cancer.  They do this because there it's felt this is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk of getting premenopausal (agressive) breast cancer before age 60 = 80%.  Risk of OV cancer = 60%.  I'll take a better set of genes, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for spring --- it's currently 7 degrees outside.  Bah, humbug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7068004015136426610?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7068004015136426610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7068004015136426610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7068004015136426610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7068004015136426610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/tests-today.html' title='tests today'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7516509434838817506</id><published>2009-03-18T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:05:46.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here....</title><content type='html'>wow, a long time since an update.  Lots going on over the past few months.  But spring is finally arriving to the land of ice and snow ... finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been in the upper 40's to low 50's, which feels so WARM to us.  That's about 60+ degrees higher than it was 4-6 weeks ago!  I'm so tired of being cold!  This winter has been long and harsh.  I think we've had about 300 inches of snow so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are down to our last foot or so of snow in our front yard, and the thick ice on our driveway is finally melted down - there is concrete under there!  Just a week and a half ago, we had 4+ feet of snow still! The girls have been riding their bikes over the snow and ice on the driveway for the past few days.  And forget about them wearing coats - once it hit mid 40's, they complained about being "hot"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls gave up the computer for Lent, and Wood and I gave up TV.  I've read 3 books since the start of Lent, and we don't miss TV at all!  Not even Wood, who is a news junkie.  Actually, he gave up tv for Lent, but I've been following along, as how can I watch TV if he can't?  I'm attending daily Mass for Lent, after dropping the girls off at school before I go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temps are due to drop back down to the 20's, but it's been wonderful while it lasted.  We always get at least 1 last substantial snow in April.  Last year I think we got about 36" over 4 days, but at least you know that spring is just around the corner at that point.  The kids are going stir crazy, as it started snowing very early this year, and we've been housebound a long time.  Ever seen the shining????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7516509434838817506?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7516509434838817506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7516509434838817506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7516509434838817506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7516509434838817506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-here.html' title='Still here....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-363571667530943324</id><published>2009-02-04T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:46:52.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on dad</title><content type='html'>The assisted living facility has refused to take Dad based on his behavioral problems.  They feel like he could be a danger to their other residents.  The nursing homes that our case manager faxed info to yesterday would be very expensive since he doesn't have Medicare and apparently has no long-term care coverage under his BCBS policy.  She is working with the social worker we met with, to look at adult foster care or a group home.  The doctors are continuing to write orders for his discharge, but we are being told not to worry about that because he will not leave until they have a place for him.  We are hoping that the paperwork we currently have is enough to keep him in the facility until the court hearing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I also spoke with the Guardian ad Liteum that was appointed.   His  He will be visiting Dad either tomorrow or the next day (he has to wait on receiving the paperwork).  Apparently, the hospital contacting him.  They want to move the hearing date up,  but he feels that given the distance the family is apart and everyone's jobs that the original hearing date would be best for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-363571667530943324?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/363571667530943324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=363571667530943324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/363571667530943324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/363571667530943324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-on-dad.html' title='Update on dad'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2782474685328952826</id><published>2009-01-31T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T06:24:13.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult week</title><content type='html'>We got back in the wee early hours this morning from an emergency trip downstate about my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has not yet been diagnosed - the type and origin of his brain infection is still unknown. His brain biopsy from Christmas eve has made the rounds from his regional Hospital, to U of M pathology, and is currently still at the University of Washington for specialized testing.  His high volume lumbar puncture revealed massive amounts of white blood cells indicating infection, but not what type of infection.  Cultures are being run for fungal infections, which take 6-8 weeks, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was released from U of M about 2 weeks ago, when his mental confusion and erratic behavior caused by the brain infection seemed to subside, as they awaited the results of these specialized tests.  He was very weak and could hardly walk so he went to stay with his brother temporarily- just a month ago he was a strong and vibrant active 62 year old who ran his own construction business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he recovered his physical strength a bit, he refused to stay at his brothers and returned home where he lives alone.  He did ok for a few days with my uncle and his wife checking up on him, but his behavior started falling apart again.  No one could reach him - he had apparently thrown away both his cell phone and his home phone because "they didn't work". He put his mattresses from his bed out in front of his house, in the snow.  He broke the TV's in his house because he couldn't get the remotes to work.  He bundled up his trash, and threw it down the basement stairs.  He went to a car dealership and purchased a new car (even though he already has a newer car).  It was a stick shift, and he would take out the car and "forget" how to drive it or where he put it.  He walked home 2 miles in the freezing cold without a jacket because he couldn't remember how to unlock the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat night, his neighbors (with whom his is on very good terms) called the police about his increasingly bizarre behavior.  The police took him to a psychiatric hospital who refused to admit him because he doesn't meet any criteria of mental illness and his issues result from a medical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my dad was trying to get into his new car which was parked in the driveway.  When he couldn't immediatly open the door (it was locked) he began pounding on the door with a mallet.  When that failed to produce the desired results, he got into his other car, which was in his garage, and repeatedly rammed the new car with his other vehicle, in an attempt to move it out of the driveway.  The neighbors called the police again.  The police took him to the regional medical center and petitioned to have him admitted against his will.  He was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down, as well as 2 of my three sisters, one from Mobile Al, and the other from Nashville TN.  We met with the hospital social worker who explained that my dad needed an immediate guardian appointed to safeguard his physical and financial well being until he could hopefully be treated for the brain infection after the cause is diagnosed.  The hospital has provided documentation from it's physicians that my dad's executive funtion was significantly impaired and he was incapable of making decisions.  We went as a group, us three sisters, Wood, my uncle and his wife to probate court that same day to petition for emergency guardianship for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The court, in its infinite wisdom, refused to grant emergency guardianship.  Because he isn't in immediate need of a life saving medical procedure, like a ventilator or something.  The fact that he can't be released from the hospital, no medical decisions can be made, and none of his bills have been paid since early december is apparently no concern to them.  They assigned a court date of March 2nd to hear the case.  Yes, March 2nd, over a month from now.  At which time they may, or may not, assign a guardian for my father.  My dad will be "warehoused" in the hospital until then, as he cannot be released for his own and the safety of others.  For an entire month.  He is receiving no medical treatment, as no one can seem to decide how to treat him.  The hospital, recognizing his current limited faculties will not allow him to check himself out AMA.  We cannot move him into a skilled care facility, which would be more appropriate, because we don't have guardianship.  We can't pay his bills.  But the court deems this not an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood and I had to leave to return home to work.  I'm the closest daughter, and I'm 8 hours away.  The entire situation is completely unreal.  I hadn't ever realized that someone completely capable, independent and competant could literally lose control of their mental capacity literally overnight, short of a huge brain trauma, like a car accident.  This is not a slow decline, a part of the aging process - my dad is a relatively young, very active and healthy guy.  I fear that if they don't begin SOME sort of treatment soon, the damage done could be permenent.  I never imagined it would take this long to identify what he has and how to treat it.  With his compromised immune system, a month in a germ filled hospital seems completely unacceptable if he is not receiving any treatment whatsoever.  My dad is lucid and isn't "out of it", so he knows what is happening to a certain extent.  He doesn't understand why he is in the hospital and seems defeated that he can't go home.  He seems to me like he has given up the fight and given up.  I cried a good deal of the way home - I feel completely powerless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2782474685328952826?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2782474685328952826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2782474685328952826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2782474685328952826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2782474685328952826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/difficult-week.html' title='Difficult week'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2922124473221612953</id><published>2009-01-16T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:26:12.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35 below zero....</title><content type='html'>This is our second day where wind chills have been this cold and schools have been closed.  The entire week has been frigid.    This winter has been brutal this year - the worst since we moved up here.  We are about 60" above normal for snowfall this year. At this rate, we'll end up well over 300" for the winter season. It's getting to the point that is is very difficult to see around the corners at intersections - the snow is that high that you are not quite sure if traffic is really clear or not.  Folks are having to dig their mailboxes out - the snow is high enough to cover them completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of being cold.  At work, I have only 2 heated mattress pads and 6 electric blankets left in stock for the season - they have just been flying off my shelves.  However, we have plenty of shorts, capris and summer tops, just landed for spring.  Guess the corporate buyers at our headquarters in Texas need to spend some quality time up here - we won't need shorts until late June at the earliest.  In these tough economic times, who is going to spend money that is tight for clothing that you can't wear for a solid 5 months???  Meanwhile, all winter apparel is on deep, deep clearance, and my customers are snapping up great deals like infant/toddler separates for $1.18 each, kids winter coats for $8.98 and Women's sweaters for $5.99.  I bought the girls about a dozen pair of jeans yesterday - they were $2.98 each, and cute tops that were $1.78 each.  Those prices were BEFORE my employee discount.  All of our clearance is an EXTRA 40% off the lowest marked price.  I don't think you can shop at thrift shops for those prices.  Deals abound - if you haven't been to the mall lately, it's definitely worth checking out to stock up for your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the important stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is stable - no change and he hopefully will have the CT scan in the next day or so, followed by the repeat spinal tap.  We continue to pray and have hope that the dr's can identify and resolve this crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a regular at daily Mass in the past few week, between my dad's health and my oldest daughter.  I admit that I can't fathom the big picture at all at the moment.  Paradoxically, there has been great peace and joy in my growing closer to Him and I have received some very unexpected graces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2922124473221612953?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2922124473221612953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2922124473221612953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2922124473221612953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2922124473221612953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/35-below-zero.html' title='35 below zero....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3290172133735109410</id><published>2009-01-04T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:40:13.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>We just got back to Marquette this evening.  My dad got out of the hospital yesterday.  It is believed that this significant brain infection is caused by a previous virus or some sort of exposure from the past - possibly even as far back as when he was stationed in Lemoore California (where I was born) back when he was in the Navy.  The theory is that this unknown virus or whatever was inactive until his Rhumatoid arthritis IV treatments, Remicade, significantly supressed his immune system, causing it to become active and attack his nervous system/brain.  They have sent his brain biopsy to Washington State university for some very specific tests.  They need to to another spinal tap, so that the fluid can be sent to specialized labs across the country so that they can identify the organism.  They have a few specific ones in mind, but they need to be sure, because the treatments for them have significant side effects and can even be fatal.  He can't have the spinal tap until he fully recovers from the brain biopsy, as there is an accumulation of fluid in his brain, so they will wait about 2 weeks, if he doesn't get any worse in the meantime, and do the spinal tap then.  He is still significantly ill, unfortunately.  It was excruciating to have to leave to return home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The specialists at U of M are top notch, and I can see where they get their reputation from - what an incredible place.  If you have to be sick, that's the place to be.  They are obviously used to seeing things that are VERY far from the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my younger sister while we were down there.  When I last saw her, G was only a baby.  She's never met A at all.  We all went out for Ethiopian food at a restaurant a few miles from the Hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3290172133735109410?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3290172133735109410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3290172133735109410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3290172133735109410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3290172133735109410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8468457778545755600</id><published>2008-12-31T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:21:40.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>headed downstate tonight</title><content type='html'>my dad has been admitted to U of M hospital and is in Neuro ICU.  Post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8468457778545755600?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8468457778545755600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8468457778545755600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8468457778545755600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8468457778545755600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/headed-downstate-tonight.html' title='headed downstate tonight'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-4969925827050979561</id><published>2008-12-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:57:08.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biopsy results...</title><content type='html'>came in yesterday for my dad.  The brain biopsy does not show signs of cancer, TB or various other things.  Biopsy does show clear signs of inflammation.  They are sending the biopsy sample down to U of M hospital in Ann Arbor for further analysis, and have contacted other specialists throughout and outside of the state.  For right now, they are treating as chronic meningitis.  They are planning to discharge him today, since my younger sister is with him and he can't be alone.  She was planning on staying until Sunday and then heading back to Alabama, so we'll have to figure out what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news that I've been too stressed to post:  Miss A turned 5 on Christmas eve (5, how did that happen?  She's my baby!) and we've now gotten over 120" of snow, about 40" more than normal for this time of year.  For the past 30 days, we have gotten snow every single day - from 1/2" to 8" each day.  We've had over 63" so far this month.  Roads have been pretty bad, because the road crews can't catch up.  Wood is extremely worried about me traveling down to be with my dad - my older son B will be with me on the way down, but I'd have to travel back up alone in some pretty treacherous weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-4969925827050979561?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4969925827050979561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=4969925827050979561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4969925827050979561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4969925827050979561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/biopsy-results.html' title='Biopsy results...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6055357407977074270</id><published>2008-12-26T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T04:49:20.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family news...</title><content type='html'>We've had a troubling holiday this year.  My dad (step) had sudden and odd behavioral changes.  He lives alone dowstate, and this was noticed via telephone by myself and my 2 younger sisters, as well as his neighbors over a period of several days.  He is a very young 62 years old.  My uncle, who lives nearby him downstate was contacted and he went to see my dad.  I actually live the closest to my dad, at 8.5 hours away.  One of my younger sisters is in Mobile, Alabama, and the other is in North Carolina. My older sister is in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was taken to the emergency room, and has been hospitalized for the past 9 days.  At first they suspected meningitis, then encephalitis.  Those tests came out negative, however, he has tons of white blood cells in his spinal fluid.  His behavior has become increasingly more strange.  It is very hard to carry on a conversation with him, as his thoughts ramble and are all over the place and are not always rational.  He has hallucinated.  The hospital had to assign him a aide to be with him 24 hrs, as he would wander out of his room and get "lost", or have disruptive, hyperactive and bizarre behavior.  I can't even begin to describe how hard it is to see him like this - he is completely unrecognizable from how he was only 2 weeks ago - calm, organized, reasonable and the most logical man I probably know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas eve, he had a brain biopsy.  He called me in the morning prior and told me he was getting out of the hospital.  He sounded good, and fairly clear and coherant.  I was so hopeful.  Later that afternoon, he left a message on my voice mail.  It said "spark, this is dad.  They are going to do a brain biopsy.  Say a prayer and light a candle.  Love ya, Dad".  He got out of ICU on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dr's are being quite evasive about what they suspect at this point.  What I "think" they suspect is a life altering disease, fatal until just a few years ago, but now treatable to a certain extent - but not to reverse any brain damage that may have already occurred.  Pathology apparently doesn't work on Christmas day.  We hope to have the results today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister drove up from Mobile with a friend and arrived on Christmas eve, so she is with him now.  I'm trying to get back down there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A asked me "why does everyone die at the holidays?  Grandpa died at Thanksgiving, now Paw Paw at Christmas - I don't want any more holidays."  We have not mentioned that he is gravely ill to her, but A is and always has been moderately obsessed with death, illness and dying and she picks up on everything we say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for some hopeful news today about the biopsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6055357407977074270?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6055357407977074270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6055357407977074270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6055357407977074270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6055357407977074270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-news.html' title='Family news...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5526498676989268157</id><published>2008-12-16T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:31:32.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frog Princess, 2009</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, Disney has never had a black princess. Their latest film to be released in 2009 features Tiara, a 19 year old princess. Check out the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLliH_XiQqA&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is enamoured with everything princess, Disney or not. She will very much enjoy this next Christmas when it releases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5526498676989268157?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5526498676989268157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5526498676989268157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5526498676989268157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5526498676989268157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/frog-princess-2009.html' title='The Frog Princess, 2009'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1715705869641895295</id><published>2008-12-16T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:07:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>storm continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUeht5CZI3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/c5cUP7oSl_o/s1600-h/mackinacbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280366897892238194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUeht5CZI3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/c5cUP7oSl_o/s320/mackinacbridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still having quite intense weather. Temp is -10, with windchills putting it at -28 this morning. Wood did get stranded at the bridge yesterday and didnt make it home. They are hoping to be allowed to the cross the bridge this morning. There are hundreds of trucks waiting to get across. The Mackinac bridge, which connects the Upper Peninsula to the lower peninsula, is a 5 mile long suspension bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUehuUyJf0I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/s5oGd9vFecU/s1600-h/mackinac3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280366905340297026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUehuUyJf0I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/s5oGd9vFecU/s320/mackinac3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUehuH59_jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wrQiBh54PzA/s1600-h/mackinac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280366901883436594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUehuH59_jI/AAAAAAAAAjI/wrQiBh54PzA/s320/mackinac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not fond of crossing the bridge even during perfect conditions. It's 2 lanes in each direction,  without a barrier separating you from traffic going the other direction.  It has a VERY short guardrail on the outside of each side of the bridge, that a car could potentially go over during an incident.   There is NO shoulder at all, so if you are riding in the outside lane, it's just the short guardrail separating you from going off the side.  In 1989, a car was blown off the bridge during high winds.  It was a Yugo, but still.  In 1997, a Ford Bronco went off the side, but that may have been intentional.  However, it would be a lot safer if it didn't have freakishly low siderails, making it very easy to go off the side.  I actually PREFER driving in the outside lane, however.  The inner lane is made mostly of metal grating, for water drainage.  It pulls the car terribly from side to side when driving over it, and you can look down and see the water down below through the grates.  Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the girls and I will stay home and coccoon today.  Did I mention that my front door is solidly frozen shut???  However, I have a million things to do today - this will be my last day off until Christmas day.  I'm totally exhausted and I still have another week to go.  This last weekend was brutal, and I was at work Friday and Sat for 14 hrs each day.  I did get a break on Sunday and only needed to be in for about 4 hrs.  Tomorrow I need to take cupcakes into A's school for her birthday treat.  Today was supposed to be G's school concert.  I just need more hours in each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son B (age 20) is supposed to be headed home today or tomorrow from downstate, depending on his friend who is driving him home.   He couldn't make it home for Thanksgiving, so we are all very excited to see him.  I'm praying for safe journey's home for both him and Wood.  Travel through the UP is hard this time of year.  No cell signals in many areas, no signs of civilization for a great part of the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1715705869641895295?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1715705869641895295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1715705869641895295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1715705869641895295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1715705869641895295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/storm-continued.html' title='storm continued...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUeht5CZI3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/c5cUP7oSl_o/s72-c/mackinacbridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1974076814097351509</id><published>2008-12-15T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:50:09.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad weather...</title><content type='html'>we had a slight, above freezing warm up yesterday, and freezing rain/sleet last night that is now sheer ice on the roads.  Today we have gusting winds of 20-30MPH resulting in -10 to -25 wind chills.    Blowing snow is causing very poor visibility.  Schools are closed (rare for us - we almost never close due to snow up here, but extreme ice conditions will do it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood left at 4:30am to head downstate for a work related trip.  I worry about him going across the Mackinac Bridge to the lower peninsula with the high winds.  The bridge is closed to high profile trucks, so that may impact if he might get stuck there (he and one of his employees headed down to pick up a new fuel delivery vehicle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is closed but the girls prior preschool is open in daycare capacity only, so I'll drop the girls off.  No choice except for me to go into work today as most of my associates will not make it in to work today as many live well outside the city where conditions are even worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1974076814097351509?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1974076814097351509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1974076814097351509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1974076814097351509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1974076814097351509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-weather.html' title='bad weather...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3925362440770687971</id><published>2008-12-11T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:44:14.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Views from the north.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUHBw0DZBoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Cid0RT8pGTc/s1600-h/ozziecooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278713282605680258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUHBw0DZBoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Cid0RT8pGTc/s320/ozziecooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new dog, Cooper, with Ozzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_X0D1DqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/l1xWsPzXks0/s1600-h/coopersnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278710654087532194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_X0D1DqI/AAAAAAAAAiw/l1xWsPzXks0/s320/coopersnow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cooper wonders why the bear is laying in the snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_OeAggfI/AAAAAAAAAio/UPFLNCOnwFY/s1600-h/girlssnow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278710493549199858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_OeAggfI/AAAAAAAAAio/UPFLNCOnwFY/s320/girlssnow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A always has to "taste" the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_NmcsM3I/AAAAAAAAAig/RbtAFWYatM0/s1600-h/girlssnow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278710478635021170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_NmcsM3I/AAAAAAAAAig/RbtAFWYatM0/s320/girlssnow3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_Nc5H7mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Cn5Dv7pmeW8/s1600-h/girlssnow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278710476069924450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_Nc5H7mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Cn5Dv7pmeW8/s320/girlssnow4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a rather steep incline in our backyard. The girls like to sled down the hill, however, there is a 6' wooden fence at the bottom....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_NCIsOKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/29D-wx3E1BQ/s1600-h/ozzieangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278710468887460002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_NCIsOKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/29D-wx3E1BQ/s320/ozzieangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_MyEpExI/AAAAAAAAAiI/j9IczTFYtmA/s1600-h/girlspatioset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278710464575509266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG_MyEpExI/AAAAAAAAAiI/j9IczTFYtmA/s320/girlspatioset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lounging at the patio set ....Why wait 'till summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fleece hats are the best ones we have had. The cold air can sometimes trigger G's asthma, and keeping her mouth covered keeps her breathing warm, moist air. They are easy for the girls to use, and keep almost all exposed skin covered, even on the school playground when I'm not around to help. If they get hot, they can push the hat down, and it becomes just a "scarf" around their neck, and not result in a "lost" hat. Both girls can get completely outfitted in snowpants, boots, coats (including zipped), hats, mittens, in about 4 minutes flat - all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUG9ZUjyUUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1ZDi4qCc3Zg/s1600-h/girlssnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3925362440770687971?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3925362440770687971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3925362440770687971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3925362440770687971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3925362440770687971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/views-from-north.html' title='Views from the north.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SUHBw0DZBoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Cid0RT8pGTc/s72-c/ozziecooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-857179532403828286</id><published>2008-12-09T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:15.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack-i-lee</title><content type='html'>That's A's pronunciation of "actually". I love it when she says it - it always makes me smile. I will miss some of her speech when it becomes more "standard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dues" for does&lt;br /&gt;"ack-i-lee" for actually&lt;br /&gt;"dues goes" for went&lt;br /&gt;"one hoofen sleigh" for one horse open sleigh (Jingle Bells)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more as they come to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with us? It's tuesday, so I'm off work and pick up the girls right after school. Since I'm working Sat and Sun through the holidays, Tuesday is the new weekend. It's my day to sometimes do A's hair, cook a big family dinner and clean the house. Today I'll have the girls help me roast a chicken with all the fixings. G hates chicken in all forms EXCEPT a whole, roasted chicken. Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally picked up another battery charger for my camera batteries, so I'll post some new pics soon. A's birthday is Christmas eve. We got her ears pierced on Sunday - that is what she wanted for her birthday. That girl is so attracted to bling and makeup. She's never met a lip gloss she didn't love. I wear simple earrings and a plain gold wedding band - nothing else. I put on minimal makeup a few times a month. Big sister M and G are very much the same. A, is entirely different. She is a tomboy in her actions, physicality and strength. But she'll climb that wall wearing bracelets, necklaces and lip gloss. If she doesn't have a bracelet, she'll make one. I think she actually NEEDS it. She'll take a cheap plastic bracelet over a toy, hands down. Her eyes light up when she sees makeup, or a model wearing a fancy dress in an advertisement. She has lip gloss emergencies (chapstick type lip gloss is what she is allowed to wear). It's so foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have children to have "mini-me's". But if I am honest with myself, I'll admit there is a certain comfort level with having children that share similar interests, habits and mannerisms. A pushes us to ensure that we leave our comfort zone (and our cozy couch and a good book!) to also follow her interests, which can be intense (playing outside in sub zero weather, rock climbing, dancing and swimming, to name a few). Not that I ever will embrace a 5 year old wearing makeup, but I struggle to understand the attraction and pull she has towards the glamourous. Her idea of a perfect situation would be to climbing on the monkey bars while wearing a bright and shiny dressy dress, complete with makeup and accessories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, when I finally did A's hair, it took me over three hours to get the tiny braids out.  Note to self - no more small braids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-857179532403828286?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/857179532403828286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=857179532403828286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/857179532403828286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/857179532403828286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/ack-i-lee.html' title='Ack-i-lee'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6273247932458702817</id><published>2008-12-06T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T06:34:08.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids, adoption and faith</title><content type='html'>The girls attend Mass weekly at their school.  Wood or I usually try to adjust our schedules to attend with them.  This past week, I sat with A's class.  The priest doing mass was one that is very young and who connects very well with the kids, involves them and makes things understandable for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his Homily, he talked to the kids trusting God.  He used the analogy along the lines of  "you know how you know that your mom and dad will be there for you every single day when you get home from school?  You know that they will take care of you, no matter what?  How they took care of you when you were a baby? Fed you, clothed you, were there for you every single day?  That is the kind of trust you can put in God."  He made this point several times, in several different ways, relating the care of a parent to the constant care and love of your mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A has the faith of someone 4x's her age. Her connection with, and absolute trust in God is awe inspiring.  It has been this way since we knew her.  She has intense focus on the suffering of Christ, and relates to this in a way I've not seen any child do.  Of course, she has gone through more in her short life than most adults.  Her faith was established and very real to her when she came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her approach God in prayer has taught me much-she is a child who speaks to a loving parent. She offers to God her joys, hurts, wonderment, confusion, disappointment and all that she has experienced.   She has always had absolute certainty that God isand has been with her always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  correlation made in church between parents and God upset her greatly.  She said that there are times when a mom and dad can't take care of you forever - that they just can't be there for you even if they want to.  So this brought into question for her that God could possibly be the same way, and she wants to know when God might not be there for you too.  This has been her one constant, the one thing that she has always known that she could rely on with absolute certainty. She had tears rolling down her face and she wanted me to take her home, instead of returning to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues to be very upset about this- it has shaken her in a way I've not seen before.  And I'm at a loss to "fix" this in a way that is clear and understandable to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, my parent was definitely NOT of the type Fr. Tim was speaking of, so I can see/feel the inherent flaws in his analogy.  One of the great fears many of us have that of orphanhood, that those we love will abandon or neglect us.  My daughter has taken this situation in her life and believed with all her heart and soul that God has never and would/could never do the same.  Jesus, in the Gospels, assures us that we are  forever beloved children in God’s eyes - a message that has been received in a very heartfelt way by A.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to restore the message for her that God is the good parent who yearns to lavish perfect parental love on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 13:34“How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:8“Your Father knows what you need before you ask.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 23:9“Call no one your father on earth, for you have one Father -- the one in heaven.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6273247932458702817?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6273247932458702817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6273247932458702817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6273247932458702817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6273247932458702817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/kids-adoption-and-faith.html' title='kids, adoption and faith'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8764172995801732858</id><published>2008-11-28T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:14:41.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>I survived.......left house at 2:30am, back home at 4:05pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as good as I would have liked, not as bad as I feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://miningjournal.net/page/content.detail/id/519098.html?nav=5006"&gt;http://miningjournal.net/page/content.detail/id/519098.html?nav=5006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8764172995801732858?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8764172995801732858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8764172995801732858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8764172995801732858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8764172995801732858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3251714901226230794</id><published>2008-11-25T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:33:00.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpa</title><content type='html'>My grandpa died early this morning.  His incredible strength and fighting spirit was with him until the very end.  His life was a wonderful 99 years long here on earth.....he's now with his 6 brothers and sisters who pre-deceased him long ago, my grandmother who died when I was 6,  and his son, my dear father, who died in 1997 at the way too young age of 55 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ties are  non-existant with my mother and her side of the family, so it feels like I've lost what I had left of my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3251714901226230794?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3251714901226230794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3251714901226230794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3251714901226230794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3251714901226230794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-grandpa.html' title='My Grandpa'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-4207644917036004172</id><published>2008-11-24T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:08:17.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama family</title><content type='html'>We were standing in line at the store yesterday and A was looking at the magazines in the checkout line.  She goes "look, mommy, the WHOLE family is chocolate like me, even the mommy and daddy!".    We know a lot of families who look like ours, that don't match.  She sounded incredulous that the Obama family actually matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been relieved to see occasionally pics of Sasha Obama with fuzzy looking hair - if the President's daughter can have fuzzy looking hair, we are in good company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day for tiny braids past their prime (yes, I didn't actually get to hair this past weekend) - braid the braids.  I moisturized and put the tiny braids into two larger braids and tied ribbons on the end.  They look very, very cute and really freshen up the entire look and disguise the fuzz.   We rarely do large braids or ponys because they don't work for us.  But made out of tiny braids are perfect.  She reminds me of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-4207644917036004172?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4207644917036004172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=4207644917036004172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4207644917036004172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4207644917036004172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-family.html' title='Obama family'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1489371679378527172</id><published>2008-11-22T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T06:15:13.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair and other ramblings...</title><content type='html'>I REALLY need to do A's hair today.  I last did it the weekend before Halloween, so it's lasted a good long time.  A asked for small, individual braids last time, which I rarely do.  Why?  Because I hate taking them out.  They take absolutely forever to take out - about as long as they did to put in.  And then, I still need to do hair after I spend a few hours taking them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I should have a better attitude about doing hair and not dread it sometimes.   This time of year is tough - I have to work at least 8 hrs today (Saturday), and about 6 or 7 hrs on Sunday.  And still find about 4 hrs somewhere to do hair.  I'm finding work increasingly unrewarding - retail is really a brutal contact sport.  But I do look forward to working incredibly hard, motivating my team, and that elated feeling when we really nail a major event.  The hard work and stress has a purpose.  But these days, all the hard work and incredible energy, and doing more work with less employees, is rewarded by....total failure.  It's hard to play the game when you know there is almost no chance at all to post a win, to meet a goal.  Must be how it feels to be the Detroit Lions :)    If the goals are not met (which are set at the beginning of the year), I'm rated a below expectations, or a far below expectations on my performance review.  There are no exceptions - the plan is the plan - period.  3 below expectations (rated every 6 months) and you are replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a mess, I'm hopelessly behind on laundry.  The laundry that did manage to get done (by Wood, not me!) is piled on the furniture in the family room.  We have overdue library books and videos from the video store.  The kids have a birthday party to go to today, and I remembered to get a present, but not anything to wrap it in.  I feel like everyone else can manage their household, just not us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1489371679378527172?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1489371679378527172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1489371679378527172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1489371679378527172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1489371679378527172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/hair-and-other-ramblings.html' title='hair and other ramblings...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2802774046979083667</id><published>2008-11-21T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:35:30.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>storm over</title><content type='html'>We got about 12" - 15" total - not as bad as expected. Looks like daily snowfall, but smaller amounts, every day for the next week. I had to stay at work to replace those who couldn't make it in, and we should have closed at 9pm. But the gals in the Salon ran late with a client. So I was at work yesterday from 9am - 10:30pm. It's so going to be a loooong weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the dentist - he asked ME if A could be older than turning 5 in December.  I told him she was.  He said "do you know that for sure?".  I said yes.  He said, while not conclusive, he thought by looking at her teeth development that she was about 6 months older, at least.&lt;br /&gt;She's getting one of her permanent teeth BEHIND her baby tooth.  Looks like another candidate for braces someday.  Big brother B and A both had braces.  At age 6.5, G hasn't lost any teeth yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2802774046979083667?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2802774046979083667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2802774046979083667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2802774046979083667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2802774046979083667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/storm-over.html' title='storm over'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-953069788514256738</id><published>2008-11-20T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:55:27.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, snow, snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSVOZk0yvpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/phMuzoT7v8M/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270705140195835538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSVOZk0yvpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/phMuzoT7v8M/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big storm last night - we got about 6" -8" in the city - much more in surrounding cities, where all the schools are closed. Winds last night were in excess of 26 mph.  Today they are still quite strong.  Our local schools aren't closed today, despite severe snow warnings and 10-12" of more snow to come. Will definitely not help my business, and I'll have to cut staffing today and tomorrow considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A goes to the dentist today - she is excited beyond belief, for some unknown reason! I'm already tired of bundling the kids up, boots and snowpants to go everywhere. We'll be doing it until May, so I'd better get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-953069788514256738?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/953069788514256738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=953069788514256738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/953069788514256738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/953069788514256738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow-snow-snow.html' title='Snow, snow, snow'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSVOZk0yvpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/phMuzoT7v8M/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6616102517327626623</id><published>2008-11-18T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:37:50.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unknown</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me at work yesterday how we could add a dog to our family without ever meeting them.    Wasn't it hard to base a decision so permanent based on a picture and a friend's 4 hr visit?  Weren't we scared of the unknown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed a child, our daughter with open hearts and arms and all the info we had on her was a single photo and three partial sentences describing her - "laughs out loud", "best attached to caregivers", "walks holding onto table".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just have to trust and have faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6616102517327626623?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6616102517327626623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6616102517327626623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6616102517327626623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6616102517327626623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/unknown.html' title='The unknown'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-404938937448425123</id><published>2008-11-17T13:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:54:04.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New family member....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introducing.....Cooper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHgisay9oI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Zc8aVGXSj_I/s1600-h/cooper2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269739925643916930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHgisay9oI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Zc8aVGXSj_I/s320/cooper2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHgifnPuxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3EC3xeD25X8/s1600-h/cooperhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269739922206472978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHgifnPuxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3EC3xeD25X8/s320/cooperhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHfU7Wj8cI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZZqbxE9MswA/s1600-h/cooper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHfUyd9dzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fIMltdLtwqg/s1600-h/cooper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHfUqagB2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/iBnVmqB20RI/s1600-h/cooper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269738585076008802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHfUqagB2I/AAAAAAAAAa4/iBnVmqB20RI/s320/cooper1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have owned a dog, Jack, for the past 12 or 13 years. He joined our family when he was 1year old, from an animal rescue league. Jack was a Jack Russell/Beagle mix - a reall y bad combination for a dog - all of the energy and nutso-ness of the Jack Russell and all the stubborness of a beagle. Jack was the only dog I've been unable to train. After a period of time, we were able to influence his behavior enough to make it work for everyone. When we first got him, he was spastic and wild. As he aged, he mellowed somewhat - for him, at least. Our biggest regret was that he never liked the little girls. When G was born, the noise, crawling and unexpected behavior of a baby really threw him for a loop. Then when A entered the picture - he thought we had lost our mind to bring ANOTHER one home. The girls loved him dearly, however. We always watched them carefully together and taught the girls to treat him gently and to respect his space. The two older kids, he was fine with them and really adored our son, B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's health deteriorated and we had him put to sleep in the summer. By this point, we didn't allow the girls to pet him or be in his space at all. The girls have missed him very much. Even though he wasn't much of a dog for them at all. G in particular, has always been a dog person - she never played with baby dolls, but stuffed puppies.  Recently, she asked if we ever got another dog, if we could have one that was fun this time, and that you could even play with sometimes.  We all loved Jack, but he was not much of a dog for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to get another family dog - one that could really fit into and interact with our entire family and be fun for the kids. I've been looking online at our local humane societies/shelters and haven't found anything appropriate for kids and our family. I won't consider any type of pit bull, chow, doberman or rottie mix. That eliminates about 2/3's of what is in the shelters. We started expanding our search farther and farther, figuring we would be heading downstate soon, on account of my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Cooper's listing - he was in a foster home about 350 miles away. He was bigger than we were looking for, so continued searching. But we'd always come back to him. A good friend of ours has family in that city, and was just happening to leave for a visit. She offered to visit the dog and see what he was like. She spent quite a few hours with him. He is perfect for our family, mellow, great with kids, loves to snuggle up with you when you read, watch tv, etc.   He is gentle and well behaved.  So she will be bringing Cooper home when she returns. G is so excited she can hardly stand it. She marked the calendar with the days until he gets here. Today, she made a paperchain to mark the days (13) until Cooper gets here. She drew a pic on each chain link of things we will do with Cooper as family. On the last link she wrote "welcome home, Cooper!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper is a lurcher - which is not a breed, but a type of dog. They are very common in England and Ireland - not so much seen in the US. Lurchers are greyhounds mixed with working dogs. They are universally described as "40mph couch potatoes" and make great family pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-404938937448425123?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/404938937448425123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=404938937448425123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/404938937448425123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/404938937448425123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-family-member.html' title='New family member....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SSHgisay9oI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Zc8aVGXSj_I/s72-c/cooper2.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5794054857713559699</id><published>2008-11-13T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:32:33.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Grandpa</title><content type='html'>I heard from my cousin again tonight. My grandfather now also has pneumonia and he was transferred to a hospice home yesterday. They pulled his feeding tube, and he's had no nutrition since Monday. I guess I didn't realize that withholding nutrition is part of hospice pallative care. Wood and I immediately said to each other that if it ever comes to that, neither of us would want that done. My cousin said that hospice indicated that because of the discountinuation of the feeding tube, he was not expected to live much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dozens of people in and out of my office today who needed me to make a decision on something, deadlines and schedules to be done and budgets to be planned and finalized. I just couldn't focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew when we traveled to Ohio over Labor day weekend that it would likely be the last time we saw my Grandfather, but, honestly, at his age, we've been saying that for a few years now. He's so strong and such a fighter. It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that it is finally his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's lead a long and facinating life. His father, my great grandfather immigrated to Canada from England as a young adult. He was an Episcopalian priest, who lead a church and raised a large family in Canada in harsh, primitive conditions, before moving into the US, where my grandfather, the youngest child in the family, was born on an Indian reservation in Minnesota (Bemidji). My great grandfather was a missionary for a long time there, before coming to Detroit. My grandfather spent a good deal of his childhood in Detroit, where his father lead the congregation of Old Mariner's Church, right down on the Detroit river, next to the tunnel to Canada. During the great depression, my great grandfather was instrumental in opening homes for the homeless, health care, and jobs creation in Detroit - work that my grandfather was a part of. My great -grandfather wrote a facinating book "Humor and otherwise in a ministry of 50 years", where I've gotten such a detailed glimpse of my family history. My entire family is staunchly Episcopalian, and my converting to Catholicism is a subject that isn't brought up - ever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be making the long trip to Toledo, most likely in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5794054857713559699?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5794054857713559699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5794054857713559699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5794054857713559699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5794054857713559699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-grandpa.html' title='Update on Grandpa'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2034937130177674383</id><published>2008-11-12T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:07:52.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad news</title><content type='html'>I just got a call from my cousin in Ohio. My Grandfather, who turned 99 last month, is ill and not expected to live. When she explained what happened, it was my grandfather all the way - it started with "grandpa and his wife were out shopping".......I had to smile. At 99, he is out shopping. That's just the kind of person he is - he would never think of staying at home, away from life and what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a very fractured family, and didn't really know my grandfather growing up - through no fault of his. He has continually reached out to me throughout all my adult life and made sure I was included in the family. My dad - his son- died over 10 years. Wood and I drove Grandpa and his wife to the funeral services, held at Arlington National Cemetary where my dad is buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, we stopped for fast food along the turnpike. As we were standing in line at McDonalds, my grandfather came up to Wood and I and said "you know, I had one of their Big Mac sandwiches once - it was very good!". Now I know why he lived until 99 - he was in his late 80's at the time and had had a Big Mac once in his life? When we went down to visit him for his 99th birthday in September, his mind was as sharp as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God will be with him as he goes home to be with my grandmother, my dad, and all his brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SRuLv7QW0kI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ME7JtqmRrZA/s1600-h/grandpa99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267957844616335938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SRuLv7QW0kI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ME7JtqmRrZA/s320/grandpa99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2034937130177674383?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2034937130177674383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2034937130177674383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2034937130177674383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2034937130177674383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-news.html' title='sad news'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SRuLv7QW0kI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ME7JtqmRrZA/s72-c/grandpa99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5386622316287122920</id><published>2008-11-12T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:59:07.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>"An Obama administration is considering overturning the Bush administration policy of banning funding to organizations such as the U.N. Population Fund that operate in countries that practice forced sterilization, including China, which adheres to the "one child" policy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of which side of the fence people are on about this issue, does anyone really think it's a good idea to fund forced sterilization or forced abortions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I'm speechless, unless I'm reading this completely wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5386622316287122920?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5386622316287122920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5386622316287122920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5386622316287122920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5386622316287122920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1974517820511303178</id><published>2008-11-10T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:44:25.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter has arrived</title><content type='html'>Today the girls go to school in full winter gear - boots, snowpants, mittens, hats and scarves.  And now begins the increasiningly difficult process of wrangling them into their car seats.  The girls fit great into their carseats - with lighter jackets on.  But because of their age, with full winter attire on,  they are starting to be too broad in the shoulders to easily fit in - mostly because of the side impact head "wings".  Plus we need to readjust the height of the straps to accomodate the bulky winter wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G fits nicely with no problems into her Britax Regent.  That's in Wood's car,though, so I still struggle with my car.  Our other three carseats (2 in my car, 1 in Woods car) are Britax Marathons.  I wish I had the $$ to change them all to the Regent.  Wonder if the 2 year old Britax Regents have any resale value?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1974517820511303178?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1974517820511303178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1974517820511303178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1974517820511303178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1974517820511303178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-has-arrived.html' title='Winter has arrived'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7755203080806580460</id><published>2008-11-09T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:52:18.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail and the economy...</title><content type='html'>Our "kickoff" of the holiday season was yesterday.  We were open from 6am to midnight.   It didn't go well and spells significant trouble for us this quarter - even worse than it's already been going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices are incredibly deep discounted already.  It's hightly unusual to see prices this low prior prior to the after Thanksgiving madness.  I've already cut staffing by at least 25%.    Unemployment here is double digit.  I've never seen things look so bleak.  Retail posted losses for October that have been the worst in 35 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a house we were unable to sell when we moved up here.  We've been renting it with option to buy.  Our tenant, who we were hopeing to have complete the sale early next year, is now unemployed.  We've gotten no rent payment from them in 2 months - and still had a mortgage payment.  That situation is giving us many sleepless nights and our options are grim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michigan has been in a one state recession for the past 8 years, and it's just getting worse.    One reason I was incredibly surprised to see Governor Jennifer Granholm on Obama's financial team.  She has helped run our state into the ground, caused many businesses to leave Michigan and our economy to collapse.  I'm not sure I'd be listening intently to her economic advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7755203080806580460?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7755203080806580460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7755203080806580460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7755203080806580460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7755203080806580460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/retail-and-economy.html' title='retail and the economy...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7743121024448368027</id><published>2008-11-07T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:35:04.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on G's asthma</title><content type='html'>G's peak flow meter readings are showing, as of yesterday, a 50% increase in her lung function since her recent asthma attack almost 2 weeks ago that landed us in the ER. In fact, with this latest change in meds, we have never seen peak flow readings this high.  Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cough. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine having a drop of 50% in my lung capacity. G describes it as breathing out through a very narrow straw - she feels she cannot exhale. And if you can't exhale the air in your lungs, you can't inhale enough new air. When she coughs, she forces air out of her airways, and that enables her to take a new breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been her quickest recovery from a significant asthma attack. We continue to make progress and get a better handle on this. And we've even dropped one medication completely, although we upped the dosage on another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7743121024448368027?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7743121024448368027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7743121024448368027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7743121024448368027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7743121024448368027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-on-gs-asthma.html' title='Update on G&apos;s asthma'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8627057300090280900</id><published>2008-11-06T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:37:32.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy brag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SRN-vNV5nyI/AAAAAAAAAao/VrPO3vk_bHc/s1600-h/tb-stpeter-frontangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265691738826710818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SRN-vNV5nyI/AAAAAAAAAao/VrPO3vk_bHc/s320/tb-stpeter-frontangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G was chosen to read the scripture reading at todays' school mass. She did an awesome job! She was very nervous to walk up in front of the entire school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SRN-vEDSkPI/AAAAAAAAAag/-fzNJMFd3Xo/s1600-h/cath-nave-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265691736332734706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SRN-vEDSkPI/AAAAAAAAAag/-fzNJMFd3Xo/s320/cath-nave-front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside of our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a Cathedral, so it's very large and more than a little intimidating. And because she is shorter than any of the other students, her teacher brought her a special chair from the classroom to stand on, so she could see over the lecturn and reach the microphone. As Wood and I watched her walk up there, she looked so very tiny. She did wonderfully and spoke with great fluency and clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a phenomenal reader. Her teacher told me yesterday that G was recently given a reading test at school. She was given a timed test of an unfamiliar passage at about the 4th grade level. During the 1 minute test, she read aloud 174 words with 100% accuracy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good things can come in very small packages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8627057300090280900?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8627057300090280900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8627057300090280900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8627057300090280900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8627057300090280900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/mommy-brag.html' title='Mommy brag...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SRN-vNV5nyI/AAAAAAAAAao/VrPO3vk_bHc/s72-c/tb-stpeter-frontangle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-712966425615251681</id><published>2008-11-05T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:06:55.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from a great President</title><content type='html'>"The probability that we may fall in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just; it shall not deter me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In regard to this Great Book, I have but to say, it is the best gift God has given to man. All the good the Savior gave to the world was communicated through this book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...I know that the Lord is always on the side of the right. But it is my constant anxiety and prayer that I and this nation should be on the Lord's side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is more involved in this contest than is realized by every one. There is involved in this struggle the question whether your children and my children shall enjoy the privileges we have enjoyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-712966425615251681?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/712966425615251681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=712966425615251681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/712966425615251681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/712966425615251681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-from-great-president.html' title='Words from a great President'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6598992089853397053</id><published>2008-11-04T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:53:02.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election</title><content type='html'>We have come to the end of a long journey. This was a historic election. The fact that we are seeing an African American President in the White House is wonderful and amazing. In this, I rejoice. All Americans should be celebrating tonight. It is hopeful and optimistic progress for our country and something we should be proud of as Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm still deeply, deeply dissapointed. I believe that life, all life, is sacred. To me, that is a foundational issue. It is a deep part of who I am, my faith, my family and my life. President Elect Obama's stance of no restrictions whatsoever at any time on abortion is more than deeply troubling. There are many other issues that I dissagree with Obama's platform, but this one holds special significance. It is difficult not to feel despair for the most vulnerable in our society tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward, I pray that Obama leads with strength and great wisdom and is able, with his youth and enthusiam, to unite our country. These are difficult times for our country. We face many challenges and we need to work together, beginning tomorrow, to solve some difficult problems facing all of it's citizens. That is the strength of our country.   We may not always win, but we are all Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6598992089853397053?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6598992089853397053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6598992089853397053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6598992089853397053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6598992089853397053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/election.html' title='Election'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7289259771429735100</id><published>2008-10-27T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:56:23.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow storm!</title><content type='html'>Just because I'm supposed to leave town today for Milwaukee.  Wood and I are hoping the storm will pass in a few hours, delaying my departure but I'd still arrive in Milwaukee tonight.  If not, I may not be able to leave until early, early am.  The problem with traveling through the UP, is that there is no cell service between towns.  And through the majority of the trip through the UP, cities/towns are few and far between.  So, if you have car trouble, slide off the road, or hit one of the numerous deer, you are out of luck in calling for help, until someone passes by.  Not exactly the kind of conditions G and I want to be traveling solo in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to go dig out my pumpkins on the porch pretty soon.  The girls are chomping at the bit to get snowpants on and get outside, especially A, who is a true northern girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7289259771429735100?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7289259771429735100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7289259771429735100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7289259771429735100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7289259771429735100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-storm.html' title='Snow storm!'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-542730299961343335</id><published>2008-10-26T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:26:27.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better today...</title><content type='html'>but G still has a significant cough. No improvements on the peak flow meter yet. It's rainy and cold, so we'll stick close to home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were stuck around the house yesterday, I worked on G's halloween costume. She's going to be Jessie from Toy Story. We got a red foam hat from Dollar Tree, and I punched holes in the brim, and threaded white rope through it. She has a pink long sleeved shirt with buttons down the front - I tacked on Yellow felt at the top yoke and we glued on some sequins. I made yellow felt cuffs, with white felt fringe to take to the cuffs of the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sewed some basic tubes out of some cheap white and black cow print fabric, sewing into the seams some white felt "fringe" at the bottom. Then I tacked the tubes on a pair of her plain blue jeans. Voila, perfect cowgirl chaps. I'm going to print out a picture of the bulls horn belt buckle and glue it to some cardboard, and it will be her belt buckle. The pants are absolutely perfect, and look so much better than the store bought costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't brought out the sewing machine since we moved. I've forgotten how much I like to sew. I used to be the proud owner of Chumbas Diapers when G was a baby and spent my days (and nights) making AIO's and pocket diapers. My basement was FULL of hemp, fleece, velour and PUL. The business was my "baby" and it grew well beyond my capabilities to handle solo. The new owner (I sold the business) doesn't seem to be selling anything anymore, which is sad. The website is still just how I left it, just devoid of merchandise. The pics of what diapers are still posted were made by me. I designed the little Chumbas baby logo. The customer comments are from customers who bought from me. I have a good sewing machine and serger (which is still packed away) from when I owned the business. Wood bought me a BEAUTIFUL sewing table cabinet to hold both, back when we lived in the tiny little house downstate. It's my own little sewing center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSIYsavl4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/oVL9Aw71wDw/s1600-h/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261480222497150850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSIYsavl4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/oVL9Aw71wDw/s320/grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of G and mommy making diapers for a customer order. G was a little peanut then too - over 8 lbs at birth, only 15 lbs by age 1, just broke 20 lbs by her second birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSJsfmOUGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Q7_aZ3mSRBE/s1600-h/gracedipe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261481662164652130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSJsfmOUGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Q7_aZ3mSRBE/s320/gracedipe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G in one of mommy's dipes.  I made elmo a matching diaper too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSKYZw6l2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CtePrOvO4LQ/s1600-h/chumbas5+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261482416513128290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSKYZw6l2I/AAAAAAAAAaY/CtePrOvO4LQ/s320/chumbas5+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSKOrNhuPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Y-uXYCryWP0/s1600-h/gracechumbas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261482249397844210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSKOrNhuPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Y-uXYCryWP0/s320/gracechumbas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G was the original Chumbas baby - see any resemblance? G was so healthy when she was a baby - she was rarely sick, and never ever had even an ear infection. I know correlation isn't causation, however, within months of beginning her immunizations just prior to A coming home, at age 3+ she began her chronic illnesses and respiratory issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some cute PRR (Painting Red Rhino's) children's boutique fabric tucked away that I got through fabric co-ops when I ran the business. I should drag it out and make cute jumpers for the girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-542730299961343335?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/542730299961343335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=542730299961343335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/542730299961343335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/542730299961343335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/better-today.html' title='better today...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQSIYsavl4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/oVL9Aw71wDw/s72-c/grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-4377312290971931419</id><published>2008-10-25T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T06:30:05.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ER trip....</title><content type='html'>Last night we had to take G to the ER with a bad asthma attack.  She couldn't expell air from her lungs well unless she coughed it out, and we couldn't break the attack with it's non-stop coughing with our rescue inhaler.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a turbo charged breathing treatment, chest x-ray, high dose steriod (yuck, yuck, yuck) and antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have new scripts at home for prenisolone in tapering doses (cuz she got a mega dose in the ER), antibiotic, and robittusin with codeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became practically manic within 10 minutes of the steriod.  However, she was able to breath.  Even then, she could only blow about 150 on the peak flow meter - not great at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got to bed around 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of her not being able to breath absolutely terrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we have our appt in Milwaukee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-4377312290971931419?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4377312290971931419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=4377312290971931419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4377312290971931419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4377312290971931419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/er-trip.html' title='ER trip....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-750597738161883348</id><published>2008-10-24T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T05:47:06.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and mothers.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQG9Hw63t9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/NKyzhoX_g6I/s1600-h/birthdaypic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260693780834006994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQG9Hw63t9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/NKyzhoX_g6I/s320/birthdaypic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday. I have waay more candles than shown on the cake here, but I didn't want to start a virtual fire! I'm - well, old enough to have a daughter who will be 22 in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now been 2 years since I've had any contact with my mother. Last year it didn't bother me so much - this year it really does. I've always had a difficult relationship with my mother - the ugly incident over A's adoption 2 years ago (yes, a FULL year after she had been home) is one of the worst, but by no means the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, how do you simply "forget" about one of your children? Her last words to me were "well then I guess I only have three daughters now". I have 3 sisters. Does she acknowledge that today she gave birth to me? Wonder about her grandchildren? Or is it just another day in her life? There are some mothers who would do anything to be with or talk to their children, especially birth mothers of children who have been adopted. And then there are mothers who can simply throw their relationship with their children away, as if it were trivial and insignificant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I explain it to A someday, who already has deep fears about loosing another mother? That I have a mother, who is living and well, who simply refuses to acknowledge or speak to her daughter? Will my assurances and actions that I will always love her, always be her mother, even when she is grown and on her own sound like empty promises? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can empathize, at least at some level, about birthday reactions of adoptive children. Today seems like a day of huge loss, not of joy and celebration. I have so much, my beautiful family, loving husband, a mother-in-law who treats me like a daughter, a wonderful life. But what does it say about you when your own mother rejects you? No matter how much you have in life, how many people love and care for you, so much comes back to your relationship with your birth mother. It's not about how much I have, how grateful I am, how wonderful my currrent family is. It's a pain deep in the heart and soul. The gift here is that it gives me so much insight and greater clarity about how my daughter feels or may feel about this situation in her own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-750597738161883348?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/750597738161883348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=750597738161883348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/750597738161883348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/750597738161883348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthdays-and-mothers.html' title='Birthdays and mothers.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SQG9Hw63t9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/NKyzhoX_g6I/s72-c/birthdaypic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8248909474428978265</id><published>2008-10-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:47:35.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brrrr</title><content type='html'>We are now past peak fall colors - the trees are well on their way to bare.  Today was downright cold - but beautiful.  Sales at the store picked up today and yesterday - folks can only put off buying the cold weather gear for so long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This begins the time of year that life becomes more than hectic. All of November and December I work every Sat and Sunday.  If I'm lucky, I'll get a half to a whole day off during the week, but not always.  Last year, I think I had one 19 day consecutive stretch at work.  Workdays stretch to 10-12 hrs, with 15+ hrs on weekend days.  This year might be particularly brutal - with the economy slowing, I don't have as much staff on hand, nor can I do much seasonal hiring this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year should be particularly interesting with Wood working in the Propane business.  Looks like it will be the busy season for BOTH of us, which isn't going to work well at all.  I'm used to Wood picking up all the loose ends when I'm practically living at work.  He left town this morning for some training downstate and won't be back until late tomorrow night.    I can't believe I used to be a single mother - I depend on my better half so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the job, we can't travel anywhere around the holidays.  And, we live near no family. It kills us not to be able to get together with Woods' family for the holidays - either thanksgiving or Christmas.  My family, well, that's for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take Miss A to the dr's today - such an incredibly rare occurance.   It is actually eerie how she just doesn't get sick.  She's waking up once, if not more, in the middle of the night with bad nosebleeds. It's scary to wake up with a child standing next to your bed dripping blood - not crying, just standing there bleeding.  None of my other three children EVER had a nosebleed unless they injured their nose.  Asrat's had them fairly frequently since she's been about 2.5.  But never every single day like this.  The dr took blood to check platelets and look for clotting issues.  Also to see if she is becoming anemic due to the frequent nosebleeds.  Then, he might refer us to an ENT to have a thin, flexible scope put through her nose to see what's going on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw big sister M over the weekend and her new house she rented with a roommate.  Very, very cute.  The girls loved seeing her cat, whose name is...oh, I forgot, but Miss A renamed her "Sparkle Seraphina".  Yup, just your run of the mill name for a cat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's hair is now purple. The girls were in awe and amazement. My coworkers are telling me to relax about it -she has no piercings, tattoos, or anything else permanent.  I know, I know.  But couldn't it be colored something a little more along the natural scale of things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8248909474428978265?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8248909474428978265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8248909474428978265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8248909474428978265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8248909474428978265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/brrrr.html' title='brrrr'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2419573613959947380</id><published>2008-10-15T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:30:36.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to go to Milwaukee again...</title><content type='html'>For G's appt at Children's Hospital.  We considered trying to push it back, but traveling in the winter (which is late Oct thru - late April) is really hard up and can be dangerous here due to the immense amount of snow.  We are set up for Oct 28th and it will be just her and I again this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These appts are well worth it, but they end up costing us several hundred $$ in travel expenses and copays.  G's prescription and dr's visit copays and deductables are so much better now that we have switched to Wood's insurance, but we still have quite a few medical bills from earlier in the year - both her and I.  She's still coughing somewhat from her early September cold - not badly, but it HAS been 6 going on 7 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate traveling so far by myself.  This time, though, I will make sure we have someplace to stay prior to leaving home!  If we have time, maybe we can spend a few hours at the zoo, which is right near Children's hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2419573613959947380?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2419573613959947380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2419573613959947380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2419573613959947380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2419573613959947380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-time-to-go-to-milwaukee-again.html' title='it&apos;s time to go to Milwaukee again...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7266504520469649499</id><published>2008-10-14T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:42:40.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Obama's Senate office, women make .83 to the dollar</title><content type='html'>I was really surprised about this one.  I really thought it would have been the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barack Obama claims he's for equal pay for women, but women working in his Senate office earn an average of $9,000 less than men, while women in John McCain's Senate office earn an average of nearly $2,000 more than men. American women understand that real leadership is about what you do, not just what you say." -- McCain-Palin spokeswoman Crystal Benton  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT CHECK: Records Show Women Working In Obama's Senate Office Were Paid Average Of $9,000 Less Than Men &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According To Senate Records, Women Working In Obama's Senate Office Paid An Average Of $9,000 Less Than Men, As "Obama Pays Women Just 83 Cents For Every Dollar His Men Make." "Obama's commitment to federally mandated pay equity stretches from the Rockies to Wall Street and beyond. And yet it seems to have eluded his Senate office. Compensation figures for his legislative staff reveal that Obama pays women just 83 cents for every dollar his men make." (Deroy Murdock, Op-Ed, "Obama Only Talks Good Game On Gender Pay Equity," Seattle Post-Intelligencer, 9/11/08)   &lt;br /&gt;Columnist Deroy Murdock: "In short, these statistics suggest that John McCain is more than fair with his female employees, while Barack Obama -- at the expense of the women who work for him -- quietly perpetuates the very same pay-equity divide that he loudly denounces. Of all people, the Democratic standard bearer should understand that equal pay begins at home." (Deroy Murdock, Op-Ed, "Obama Only Talks Good Game On Gender Pay Equity," Seattle Post-Intelligencer, 9/11/08)  &lt;br /&gt;FACT CHECK: From October 2007 Through March 2008, Full Time Male Employees In The Senate Office Of Sen. Barack Obama Earned An Average Annual Salary Of $9,226.49 More Per Employee Than Full Time Female Employees:   &lt;br /&gt;The Average Annual Salary For Male Employees Employed In The Senate Office Of Sen. Barack Obama Was $54,379.16 compared to $45,152.57 for female employees. (Legistorm Website, www.legistorm.com, Accessed 9/1/08)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of The Five Highest Paid Obama Staffers, Only One Is Female. (Legistorm Website, www.legistorm.com, Accessed 9/1/08)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of The 20 Highest Paid Obama Staffers, Only 7 Are Female. (Legistorm Website, www.legistorm.com, Accessed 9/1/08) &lt;br /&gt;FACT CHECK: From October 2007 Through March 2008, Full Time Male Employees In The Senate Office Of Sen. John McCain Earned An Average Annual Salary Of Nearly $1,942.21 Less Per Employee Than Full Time Female Employees:   &lt;br /&gt;The Average Annual Salary For Male Employees Employed In The Senate Office Of Sen. John McCain Was $53,936.15 compared to $55,878.36 for female employees. (Legistorm Website, www.legistorm.com, Accessed 9/1/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of The Five Highest Paid McCain Staffers, Three Are Female. (Legistorm Website, www.legistorm.com, Accessed 9/1/08)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of The 20 Highest Paid McCain Staffers, 13 Are Female. (Legistorm Website, www.legistorm.com, Accessed 9/1/08)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7266504520469649499?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7266504520469649499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7266504520469649499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7266504520469649499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7266504520469649499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-obamas-senate-office-women-make-83.html' title='In Obama&apos;s Senate office, women make .83 to the dollar'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-132897237901569013</id><published>2008-10-11T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:13:05.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car seats</title><content type='html'>A is almost 5 and G is 6.  Both girls are in carseats. Full, 5pt harnessed carseats.  Michigan just changed it's law over the summer that children must be in a carseat or booster until age 9 or 4'9" tall. So this is the first year that the school must have seats for all children on field trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher thinks this is as easy as parents dropping off boosters and then the parent drivers putting them in their car for a field trip.  G does not weigh 40 pounds, and therefore doesn't weigh enough to safely use a booster. Even if she did, She fits well in her 5-pt carseat (Britax Regent in one car - goes to 85 pounds and Britax Marathon in the other - goes to 65 lbs) and this is what I prefer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It literally takes me 15-20 minutes to correctly install the seat in our cars.  And I've done it many, many times and am familiar with the installation.  There are cars that it just doesn't fit into.  It has to be tethered or it can't be used.  We had to install a tether anchor in one of cars because it didn't have one.  When we rent a car to travel, I have to read the owner's manual for the vehicle to ensure I'm installing it correctly for that vehicle.  I've read the owner's manual for the carseat several times, as the seat belts different for different child weights, car configurations, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm sure boosters are simpler, I'm sure it's just as important to be aware of how to install each variety correctly and to understand how the seatbelts in each car operate (i.e. do they have to be put into a "locked" position? etc.)  I personally have never used a booster, and have no idea of how they install, if the seat belt has to be locked, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the world does the school expect to get the kids and their boosters/carseats safely installed in a few minutes prior to a field trip?  G's carseat either can't be installed or be installed safely in several different types of vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just aren't thinking this through.  Am I really the only parent that cares about these things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-132897237901569013?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/132897237901569013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=132897237901569013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/132897237901569013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/132897237901569013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/car-seats.html' title='Car seats'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1012302968550202660</id><published>2008-10-10T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:43:34.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school rant...</title><content type='html'>G can read at probably a third or 4th grade level at this point.  Yet she comes home with spelling words that are way too easy for her.  Last week was "pin, tin, bin, pit, sit, kit, fin, sin, bin, two".  When I practice them with her at night, she just rattles them off without even thinking.  She gets 100% on her spelling tests.  Now she is coming home with little books that then entire class brings home to "practice".  Here's a few sentences of that this week's book:  "The dog got a hat.  it was a tin pot. Did the tin pot fit the dog?  No it did not.  The pig got a hat.  It was a pot top."  G is reading "Charlie and the Chocolate factory" and reads the newspaper.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the teacher shortly after the beginning of the school year.  That week, she sent G home with a really neat book.  Now we are back to the early readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School = many children, one mold.  Each child is funneled though the same place, at the same pace, regardless of their needs. G is getting tremendously bored.  We give her more appropriate and harder "homework" to do at home ourselves.  But that's just making her lose even more interest in her classwork as she moves further and further ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to keep bringing this up with the teacher.  I certainly don't want to sound like one of "those" parents who believes that everything their child does is gifted.  But G could easily be doing the work in 1 or 2 grades higher.  From all signs thus far, it will not come as easily to A, and she will be the student who needs to start 1st grade at the level the teacher is teaching to.  So how do I fix this for G?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1012302968550202660?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1012302968550202660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1012302968550202660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1012302968550202660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1012302968550202660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-rant.html' title='school rant...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3200927104598895839</id><published>2008-10-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T04:37:00.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for patakiller....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SOyZv0ds8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AgPDscn-CgI/s1600-h/catapiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SOyZv0ds8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AgPDscn-CgI/s320/catapiller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254743912050651538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost three years home, A still has some speech issues.  She picked up english at a phenonmenol rate, but sentence structure and pronunciation have been more slowly aquired.  Sound reversals, as in patakiller = catapiller are not uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had her speech evaluated twice in the past, and she scored within normal limits for her age both times.  Definite issues were noted, but it was still considered relatively "normal" for her age.  Now that she is 5, I'm thinking we should probably have her tested again.  I don't notice these tendencies as much with her peers.  Also, in Pre-k, they have been working on letter sounds. She doesn't seem to be able to recognize the sounds letters make, even very simple ones, which is also compounded by her pronunciation - she doesn't associate, for example, catapiller beginning with a C, or even K sound, because she pronounces it with a "p".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3200927104598895839?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3200927104598895839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3200927104598895839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3200927104598895839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3200927104598895839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/c-is-for-patakiller.html' title='C is for patakiller....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SOyZv0ds8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AgPDscn-CgI/s72-c/catapiller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5142113873167908431</id><published>2008-10-07T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:24:21.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have a mother?</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days, the girls have been getting to know and playing with the kids across the street.  The mother of the family works with me.  We used one of their 7th grade twins to babysit for us once for a few hours in a pinch.  They have a younger son, age 8.   The 8 year old boy has been coming over and asking to play with the girls.  They've been all playing outside together - in their backyard, our backyard or throwing a ball out front.  The 7th grade girl and sometimes her twin brother, have been playing with the kids too.  Funny, they've not played together all summer, and now that it's getting cold, they have become friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker came in today and told me about the following conversation that A had with her daughter yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  "Do you have a mother?"&lt;br /&gt;friend:  "yes, of course.  Everyone has a mother."&lt;br /&gt;A:  "No, not everyone.  Sometimes moms get lost."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5142113873167908431?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5142113873167908431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5142113873167908431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5142113873167908431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5142113873167908431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-have-mother.html' title='Do you have a mother?'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1252565556298179583</id><published>2008-09-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:57:25.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School pics....</title><content type='html'>of the dynamic duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SN2DoFWlaXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/TWGpSA_D3w0/s1600-h/g%26a2school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SN2DoFWlaXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/TWGpSA_D3w0/s320/g%26a2school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250497465238776178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G has her first cold of the season.  Set in about the second week of school.  Her new medication regimine appears to be working, even when she's sick.  She doesn't sound great, is coughing, and you can tell she has something more than just the average cold.  But her breathing is great.  She's able to sleep at night. No shortness of breath or labored breathing. It's almost miraculous, the change from last year to this year.  Last fall was when we used her inhaler around the clock, every 4 hours, for 28 straight days,along with her other meds.  She was miserable, we were extremely frightened.  While I'm still quite uncomfortable with the adult dosage of inhaled steriods that she is on and the fact that she takes 6 prescriptions, I can't deny that they have drastically altered her quality of life.  We are so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1252565556298179583?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1252565556298179583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1252565556298179583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1252565556298179583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1252565556298179583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-pics.html' title='School pics....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SN2DoFWlaXI/AAAAAAAAAZY/TWGpSA_D3w0/s72-c/g%26a2school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1560078053353089506</id><published>2008-09-21T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:30:45.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The frost is on the pumpkin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The dynamic duo have been begging for footed pj's. It's gotten quite cold, and I broke down and picked them up some at work. It's going to be a looong winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNbzZvVxyQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eFwMc30z3sM/s1600-h/gajammies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248650039276980482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNbzZvVxyQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eFwMc30z3sM/s320/gajammies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talking to big brother B, away at college.The girls miss him terribly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNb1Fzc5-3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TIYCKb9O91w/s1600-h/gjammiesphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248651895806491506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNb1Fzc5-3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TIYCKb9O91w/s320/gjammiesphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNbzaFkRbiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/80Jnxr2SuGo/s1600-h/ajammies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248650045243354658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNbzaFkRbiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/80Jnxr2SuGo/s320/ajammies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNbzbFcmpzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/goKU8KDGK2k/s1600-h/gjammies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248650062391060274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNbzbFcmpzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/goKU8KDGK2k/s320/gjammies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; G is so tiny she still can wear a 5T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1560078053353089506?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1560078053353089506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1560078053353089506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1560078053353089506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1560078053353089506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/frost-is-on-pumpkin.html' title='The frost is on the pumpkin...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNbzZvVxyQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/eFwMc30z3sM/s72-c/gajammies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-88099424248683079</id><published>2008-09-20T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:07:59.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another son?</title><content type='html'>Our family is supposed to be complete.  We have 4 children ages 21 down to 4 years old.  We have 2 in college, 2 in very early elementary and are still recovering from Wood's recent prolonged period of unemployment.  Another child doesn't logically make any sense.   People would think we were off our rocker (well, really, they thought that when I announced I was pregnant with G, putting a 13 year gap since her older brother was born.  When, exactly, did it become "ok" to ask "was it planned??")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel we are being led in this direction.  Strongly.  And the son I see is about 6 or 7.  Out of birth order.  I don't know how we would pull it off, but yet I still feel we are being asked to follow.  We didn't have the money for A's adoption either, but we trusted God to help us.  Shortly before we traveled, a friend from church mediated an ongoing property dispute we had with a neighbor.  He negotiated a sale of a portion of property for market value- which turned out to be the EXACT amount we needed for the adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, however, it seems like a larger leap and I'm having trouble trusting with such certainty like I did last time.  Problems of "this world" have hit us pretty hard over the past two years.  But that's not where I put my faith - in the things of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-88099424248683079?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/88099424248683079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=88099424248683079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/88099424248683079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/88099424248683079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-son.html' title='another son?'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5883729996231995536</id><published>2008-09-19T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:05:54.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep...</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, the girls are going to bed quickly and easily.  And both sleeping soundly through the night.  Frequently, one or the other found their way into our bed at night. No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5883729996231995536?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5883729996231995536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5883729996231995536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5883729996231995536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5883729996231995536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep.html' title='sleep...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3965494089150273938</id><published>2008-09-16T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:10:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with A.....</title><content type='html'>Tonight at the dinner table: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Seilar kicked me today. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? what happened? &lt;br /&gt;A: She kicked me in the stomach on purpose. I kicked her in the head on accident. &lt;br /&gt;Me: How did that happen? &lt;br /&gt;A: We were on the monkey bars. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe Seilar kicked you on accident too? &lt;br /&gt;A: No, hers was on purpose. &lt;br /&gt;Me: How do you know? &lt;br /&gt;A: because it really, really hurt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNA8uBeYdgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WW08NiYwQK8/s1600-h/amonkeybars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246760327254144514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNA8uBeYdgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WW08NiYwQK8/s320/amonkeybars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3965494089150273938?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3965494089150273938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3965494089150273938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3965494089150273938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3965494089150273938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/conversations-with.html' title='Conversations with A.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SNA8uBeYdgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WW08NiYwQK8/s72-c/amonkeybars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-814495474158130343</id><published>2008-09-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:32:10.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herding cats....</title><content type='html'>I went along to the all school mass yesterday as a parent helper. I asked the teacher in the morning if she needed more help. She said she thought they were all set, but if I wanted to come, that was fine. She is new to the school, and this was her first mass with the pre-K. Haah, boy, was she ever wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only had one parent attend, for 14 pre-k students, along with her room aide. I was the second parent. I would say at least 1/2, if not more, of the students had never been in a church during a service before. I don't believe the teacher (whom I don't believe is Catholic), prepared the kids for 1) what Mass would entail 2) what the behaviour expectations were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible. If I had any reservations that A had attention deficit issues, my fears have been resoundingly put to rest. A was the best behaved child there. Quiet and repectful. The teacher DID NOT have control over the class. There were pages ripped out of the hymnals (which the kids should have been told not to touch - they can't read, why do they need them?), kids tried to wander, talk, play, etc. It was exactly like trying to herd a group of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to follow the teacher's lead - I didn't want to step on any toes or cross over any lines with other people's children. But it got so ridiculous, I started to enforce my own rules. The little girls sitting by me finally got that I was serious, and behaved, with more than a few glares in my direction. One little boy took 95% of the teacher's time and attention. If he behaves like that in class, I'm not sure the teacher has any time for any other child. He was horrible, horrible. The teacher couldn't control ANY of his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little girl who was sitting by the teacher's aide who just wouldn't listen. When the aide left to take another child to the bathroom, I tried to get her to behave. She just looked at my defiantly and told me "no, I won't". Geez, when did kids loose their fear other authority figures? My children wouldn't dream of telling an adult "no, I won't" to a request like "sit down and be quiet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is so much more mature and well behaved than her classmates. Perhaps my fears have been unfounded. It is hard not to compare your children to their siblings at the same age. Compared to her classmates and peers, she is more in line with the Kindergateners, than the Pre-K class and way beyond them in impulse control, behavior and ability to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now plan to attend the weekly school mass, because obviously the teacher needs as much help as she can get. But I shudder to repeat the experience. I do expect kids to wiggle, get bored, and have age -appropriate lapses in behavior. I didn't expect a three-ring circus. Of couse, the Pre-k sits in the very front of the church, so no one could miss any of the antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so incredbly proud as A, who ignored her classmates and fully participated in the service, singing the hymns she knew, reciting prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-814495474158130343?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/814495474158130343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=814495474158130343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/814495474158130343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/814495474158130343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/herding-cats.html' title='Herding cats....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8413643462633226799</id><published>2008-09-11T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:54:31.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good school day...</title><content type='html'>The Enkutatash cupcakes at school were a BIG hit, and both girls loved sharing them and the Ethiopian holiday with their classes. I think it really helped A's transition to the new school and classroom. She was very, very proud, and really liked having a special holiday that was just "hers" to share with her class. Tomorrow the girls have their first all school Mass. Hopefully A will continue her new positive attitude towards school, even after realizing that it will mean Mass twice a week going forward - once at school and once with us on the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8413643462633226799?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8413643462633226799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8413643462633226799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8413643462633226799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8413643462633226799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-school-day.html' title='Good school day...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2766065272399972218</id><published>2008-09-10T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:16:35.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enkutatash</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Enkutatash - Ethiopian New Year - 2001. Our family celebrates every year. Two years ago, we had a big party at our house and invited all our friends and coworkers. Last year it was a special family dinner. This year, the kids wanted to do something at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMiWIRNMsAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/c6k45JK6BVg/s1600-h/enkutatash08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244606834874822658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMiWIRNMsAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/c6k45JK6BVg/s320/enkutatash08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMiWIfMuYpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qYYpbP9vWmc/s1600-h/enkutatash108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244606838630933138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMiWIfMuYpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qYYpbP9vWmc/s320/enkutatash108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMiWIgN2blI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RaXtnEbkQS4/s1600-h/boxtop08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244606838904090194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMiWIgN2blI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RaXtnEbkQS4/s320/boxtop08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The box is what the cupcakes are in, and the girls glued a sheet that explains Enkutatash to the top of the box. A + G had a blast making the cupcakes, and tinting the frosting. I know the end results doesn't exactly look like the Ethiopian flag, but we needed to use cupcakes, not a cake. Each of the girls made a "flag" out of cupcakes for their class. They also picked out daisies to bring in to their teachers. The "vases" we are using for the daisies are 2 for $1.00 plastic tumblers from the dollar store stacked together in red, yellow and green. Melkam Addis Amet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2766065272399972218?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2766065272399972218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2766065272399972218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2766065272399972218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2766065272399972218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/enkutatash.html' title='Enkutatash'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMiWIRNMsAI/AAAAAAAAAYY/c6k45JK6BVg/s72-c/enkutatash08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5577586863389741160</id><published>2008-09-10T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:59:41.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First frost...</title><content type='html'>It's been close all week, but we got an actual frost last night.  Yesterday morning, it was really too cold for the girls to wear fall coats - but I just couldn't bring myself to haul out the winter ones yet.  I did buy mittens and mitten clips yesterday........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wants to be Jasmine for halloween.  She is really not getting that it will be freezing, and most likely have snow.  A thin bellydancer costume just isn't going to cut it (not to mention inappropriate for Catholic school.......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold is good for my sales at work, which have been awful, awful, awful as the economy slows.  Store managers are held fully accountable for sales - great, so now I'm personally responsible for the nation's economic conditions and Michigans' one state recession with it's 8% unemployment.  Powerful, aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5577586863389741160?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5577586863389741160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5577586863389741160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5577586863389741160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5577586863389741160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-frost.html' title='First frost...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7404596154300220858</id><published>2008-09-08T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:39:43.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Toledo</title><content type='html'>Scenes from our trip to Toledo for my grandfather's 99th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTtAZ1wXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4zVRai3bous/s1600-h/gtoledgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830111298765170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTtAZ1wXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4zVRai3bous/s320/gtoledgo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTtZLuQiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pezyt7gxqPk/s1600-h/graceasrattoledo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243830117950439970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTtZLuQiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/pezyt7gxqPk/s320/graceasrattoledo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTc2ZRBxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3xuF09sU3kQ/s1600-h/naturereserve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243829833734096658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTc2ZRBxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3xuF09sU3kQ/s320/naturereserve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTdGKXMeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RccClXoiklA/s1600-h/toledopark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243829837966553570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTdGKXMeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RccClXoiklA/s320/toledopark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTddMLNcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/QVtOjwlQvWA/s1600-h/graceasrattoledo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243829844148172226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTddMLNcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/QVtOjwlQvWA/s320/graceasrattoledo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTdmAirxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/gmZpQYf_0pE/s1600-h/graceasrattoledo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243829846515298066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTdmAirxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/gmZpQYf_0pE/s320/graceasrattoledo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTdsRv-0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/fX3QHMUUdsY/s1600-h/graceasrattoledo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243829848198085442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTdsRv-0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/fX3QHMUUdsY/s320/graceasrattoledo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7404596154300220858?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7404596154300220858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7404596154300220858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7404596154300220858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7404596154300220858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-trip-to-toledo.html' title='Our trip to Toledo'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SMXTtAZ1wXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4zVRai3bous/s72-c/gtoledgo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8046401076718056777</id><published>2008-09-03T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:10:37.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to the teacher...</title><content type='html'>Dear teacher;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the "All about me?" go for A today?  I didn't anticipate having to deal with an issue like a birthfamily member photo this so early in the year, but my daughter knows her own mind and what she wanted to include in the project.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Until she gets a bit older, A will need help from her teachers&lt;br /&gt;to answer adoption related issues.  Since adoption is natural to her,&lt;br /&gt;she's never had to independently answer questions about it, or why she has other parents, etc.  We've found that other children (and their parents) are very curious about it, which sometimes becomes quite intrusive.  We've always been the buffer for her on this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Additionally, we feel very strongly that her birth story belongs to her only, and it's her choice whether to share it or not as she gets older.  A is very familiar with her background and personal history.  As her parents, however, we mostly give vague information, like why children are sometimes adopted from Ethiopia and other places, how old she was when she came home, and that she has another family who loves her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at this age, I don't think she realizes that once very personal information is out, it can't be  taken back.  And there will come a day, as with most adoptees, that she will just want to be "another kid" and not want adoption to set her out as different, as much as that is possible.  And it may bother her immensely to have personal, private information out among her classmates.  She still needs support and assistance from all the adults in her life to help navigating these waters.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What we're asking is that adoption also be mentioned as one way families are formed, if the classroom discussion talks about families.  As to specifics about A personally, she is proud to be Ethiopian, likes to talk sometimes about things that are Ethiopian, and knows basic concepts about adoption.  If anything other than that is discussed, she'll need help from you to deflect the conversation to not be specifically about her, but maybe adoption in general.  Same with skin color questions -  we get asked a LOT from small children why we don't "match".  We don't&lt;br /&gt;talk about A or adoption specifically, but say that "families don't have to match - some families do match, but a lot don't".  We also don't talk about A being adopted (singling her out) rather  &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; (our entire family) are an adoptive family, like many other adoptive families - Jesus, Superman and Moses were all from adoptive families which can be a fun conversation to have with kids and also takes her out of the focus.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She is beginning to realize that to become a member of our family, that means she had to stop being part of another family, and this can be a difficult thing for her.  For things like Mother's day especially, she realizes that she has more than 1 mother, and we place a lot of importance on her Ethiopian mother in our home.  She may or may no want to include her Ethiopian family in projects involving family.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you plan to have intake conferences, I'd be happy to sit down and talk about it with you, or at another time. Just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, "A's" mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8046401076718056777?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8046401076718056777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8046401076718056777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8046401076718056777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8046401076718056777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-to-teacher.html' title='A letter to the teacher...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7580811865311993278</id><published>2008-09-02T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:05:14.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school.....</title><content type='html'>It went well for the dynamic duo. So far, so good. Today was all excitement and good stuff. I'm still holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3etN1Fi6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/pXXIQsTRdQo/s1600-h/school2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241590409716927394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3etN1Fi6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/pXXIQsTRdQo/s320/school2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3est8JZYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PKq2MlGXxsQ/s1600-h/prek2008aan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241590401156605314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3est8JZYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PKq2MlGXxsQ/s320/prek2008aan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3est4vzeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yNRhuQuqQBo/s1600-h/prek2008aan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241590401142345186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3est4vzeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yNRhuQuqQBo/s320/prek2008aan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3es-lRANI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ceHPMibCqFA/s1600-h/gr12008gcn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241590405624037586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3es-lRANI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ceHPMibCqFA/s320/gr12008gcn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G's classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls came home incredibly tired. G was exceptionally cranky. It's always hard to get everyone back on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A came home with a large sheet of construction paper on which she was to do an "All about me" page. We were to fill this paper with photographs of people and things that are important to A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what A chose: photograph of injera and Ethiopian food on a mesob, a photo of big sister B and M, a photo of Daddy, G and A, a photo of G and her, a photo of the entire family, an Ethiopian and American flag, a sticker that says "Everyone loves an Ethiopian girl" and....a photo of her Ethiopian mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that she chose that photo as one that is important to her. It makes me tear up to see the photo of A pasted next to that of her ET mother - the similarities are so very striking. However, I wonder if it will bring up questions in class that perhaps she is not quite prepared for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7580811865311993278?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7580811865311993278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7580811865311993278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7580811865311993278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7580811865311993278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SL3etN1Fi6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/pXXIQsTRdQo/s72-c/school2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-5564644078663341997</id><published>2008-08-31T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:00:38.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a kick out of</title><content type='html'>talking to my grandfather.  He was telling me about how he worked on a freighter on the Great Lakes the summer before he finished High School.  And how that was in the 1920's.  Can you imagine?  His mind is sharp as a tack, even if he's not moving so fast these days.  But moving he is - he insisted on personally giving me the grand tour of the new apartment they live in.  I thought it was an assisted living facility, but it's actually independent living retirement community.  So they have their own little apartment, that looks like a small condo, with an attached garage and a patio in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how well he and his wife handle everything at their age.  What a blessing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me miss my dad, though.  He never saw Wood and I get married, and G and A never got to meet him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-5564644078663341997?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5564644078663341997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=5564644078663341997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5564644078663341997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/5564644078663341997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/got-kick-out-of.html' title='Got a kick out of'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2379036589856421530</id><published>2008-08-29T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T05:09:51.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip</title><content type='html'>We are headed to Ohio to see relatives - my grandfather, his wife, my aunt and uncle and some of my cousins.  We are celebrating my grandfather's 99th birthday.  Wow!  Because everyone lives so far away, this is the first time we've seen them in several years, so they've never met A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my father's side of the family.  My father died over 10 years ago, when he was only 55.  My grandmother died in her early 50's.  Hopefully, I have my grandfather's genes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll try to get to Detroit tonight, then head into Ohio tomorrow.  So it's a LONG trip, as it takes us about 8.5 hrs just to get to Detroit.  Lots of videos for the car.  We'll head back on Monday.  School starts Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get Miss A's hair done before we go, so it will look good for the trip, and for the start of school.  Trying to think of what will be fairly fast and easy, but still last through the first week of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2379036589856421530?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2379036589856421530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2379036589856421530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2379036589856421530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2379036589856421530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/road-trip.html' title='Road trip'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7454022798232810176</id><published>2008-08-27T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:26:14.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resiliancy</title><content type='html'>A friend told me today "don't worry so much about A - you know how kids are so resiliant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re·sil·ience  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to recover quickly from illness, change, or misfortune; buoyancy. &lt;br /&gt;The property of a material that enables it to resume its original shape or position after being bent, stretched, or compressed; elasticity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are resilient.  So are adults.  We learn how to stretch until we think we will break, how to recover, bounce back, but we are never exactly the same again. Some are forced to learn this earlier than others, but we all have to be able to move on with life, flow with what comes, and even if we don't do it well, we do learn to somehow bounce back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resilient, however, does not mean impenetrable ... everything sinks in and stays there ... and bouncing back does not negate the bruising that happens in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, kids do bounce, but they bruise.  And the bruises take a long, long time to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7454022798232810176?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7454022798232810176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7454022798232810176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7454022798232810176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7454022798232810176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/resiliancy.html' title='resiliancy'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3635393161666575857</id><published>2008-08-27T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:40:43.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling the preschool....</title><content type='html'>that A would be going to G's school starting next week.  Wood had to do it yesterday.  I would have burst into tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3635393161666575857?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3635393161666575857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3635393161666575857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3635393161666575857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3635393161666575857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/telling-preschool.html' title='Telling the preschool....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8460647764305545622</id><published>2008-08-26T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T04:41:33.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The decision is made</title><content type='html'>We will be putting A at G's school for pre-K.  Part of the decision is financial - We are still feeling the impact of Wood being unemployed for 6 months.  To have 2 children from the same family at one school is significantly more affordable than having 1 child each at 2 separate schools.  Both girls will still go to the preschool afterschool and in the summer, so there won't be a complete break with the staff or the teachers for A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our older children's college tuituion has risen almost 8% each this year.  However, we aren't making 8% more, and all our expenses have risen significantly.  Prices are high up here - for gas alone, we pay about .20 a gallon more than those outside the UP.  I'm always envious when I hear the reports of the nationwide average for gas - I really wish those were our prices.  Woods driving 22 miles each way for work these days.  Fortunately, I only go a few miles.  One tank of gas lasts me about 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood thinks we have created enough of a stir that the school will work hard to make it work.  I hope so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fiercely protective of A, more so than with any of my other children.  My instinct is to shield and protect her.  Physically, she is a tough kid.  Emotionally, she can be very fragile.  I've been her mom for 2.5 years and I don't always know where the line is, what is going to trigger her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should just be thankful we don't live in England.  I read &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/08/25/early.education.ap/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; yesterday:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8460647764305545622?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8460647764305545622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8460647764305545622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8460647764305545622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8460647764305545622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/decision-is-made.html' title='The decision is made'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2366515952073865256</id><published>2008-08-25T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T03:45:24.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrr</title><content type='html'>Woke up freezing - it's currently 41 degrees.  Apparently summer is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2366515952073865256?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2366515952073865256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2366515952073865256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2366515952073865256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2366515952073865256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/brrrrr.html' title='Brrrrr'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8746631223184093630</id><published>2008-08-24T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T04:50:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Mass....</title><content type='html'>"Momma, why are there no other chocolate people like me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.  We have diversity in many areas of our lives, but our parish is not one of them.  There are only a few black Catholics in our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;African American Catholics are still very much the minority, not only among African Americans in general, most of whom are Protestant, but also within the Church. While as many as three million African-Americans are Catholic, they make up only about three percent of all U.S. Catholics. And while there are more than 1,000 parishes that are predominantly African-American, most of the other 18,000 U.S. Catholic parishes are predominantly white.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many influential black leaders and Saints in the Catholic Church, including one of my favorites, St. Augustine.  St. Moses, was an Ethiopian desert monk born around 330. There have also been 3 Popes from Africa.  There are 200 million Catholics of African decent worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not what my daughter sees when she looks around our church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;We are apparently not alone in this struggle - &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/08/04/segregated.sundays/index.html"&gt;only 5% of all churches in America are truely integrated, according to this CNN article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8746631223184093630?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8746631223184093630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8746631223184093630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8746631223184093630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8746631223184093630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-mass.html' title='Sunday Mass....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-242490005486704972</id><published>2008-08-21T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:57:03.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was civil...</title><content type='html'>Really, I was.  The principal cited changes to their program, that were almost exactly word-for-word from my letter to the superintendent last spring.  So, are those really the changes, or does she know that's what I want to hear?  After my impassioned plea to allow the A's preschool to start a kindergarten program (which the Diocese shut down immediately - can't have competition, you know), and detailing the great program and excellent teaching staff at the preschool, the Catholic elementary school actively recruited the lead teacher at A's school to be the new pre-K teacher at their school. That was so not my intention.  But A would have a teacher that I love and that she knows well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had left the school last spring with a packet of information on adoption and schools, and she did appear to have read it.  She seemed facinated with positive adoption language that was from an article in Adoptive Families.  Apparently they've never given it much (if any thought).  I know G had at least 2 children in her classroom last year who were adopted.  But after the mother's day presentation last year, where motherhood was tied to birth only, I'm not sure it registers much.  I offered to give a presentation to the teachers and buy some books, both for the teaching staff, as well as the school library.  The principal took me up on those offers, so it's a start.  In our conversations last year, she honestly thought adoption and/or race would never come up in a school setting.  I gave her enough examples from our personal experience that I think she has rethought this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the point about the Gesell, Wood asked her if we were in agreement that A wouldn't participate.  I could see that wasn't sitting well.  I jumped into the issues I had with how the test was "normed" and it's rather dubious purpose and history.  I believe this was the first time they had heard this information.  Hmmph, you'd think they'd know a bit more about a testing system they use, wouldn't you?  She quickly agreed that A wouldn't have to take the test.  I'd feel better if they abolished the dang thing.  Our public schools use it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first foray into non-public school.  Wood and I are both products of public school.  I went to inner city Detroit schools.  Our two older children, M and B, went to public schools.  I felt so weary of battling and advocating for my children through their years in the public schools.  Schools say they want parental involvement.  What they really want is for you to sell magazines, wrapping paper, and be on the PTA.  What they don't want is valid questions about the curriculum or any other issue in the school.  BTW, least you think this attributable to where we live, we didn't live here when my older children were going through school.  We lived in Metro Detroit, and my children attended one of the "top" public school districts in the entire state.  One of my older children had a learning disability, and that took a tremendous amount of effort with the schools to ensure his needs were met appropriately.  In frustration, I pulled him out of school and homeschooled him for 7th and 8th grades.  He very successfully entered High School in 9th grade.  When both of my older children graduated, I felt such a sigh of relief.  Now, here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two options where we live - public school, with 26-28 children per early elementary classroom, or Catholic school- with about 15 kids per classroom. that's it - no other choices. We thought that as a paying consumers, we'd have more of a voice.  Guess we thought wrong.  G did very well last year, but she was on the far one side of the spectrum - her strengths were not adequately addressed in school because she was so far ahead.  Even though she was an extremely fluent reader, she would come home with the same sight words to memorize as the rest of her class "to" "the" "and".  It bordered on ridiculous.  I really don't think the school handles EITHER end of the spectrum well - struggling kids and kids who need to be challenged and advanced both suffer.  Everything is geared towards the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal and I went head to head last year when I thought the kindergarteners (or at least MY kindergartener), being transported in volunteer parent cars for field trips, should actually be in boosters or carseats.  Nope, they just buckle them in...because it's legal. Needless to say, we drove on every field trip and wouldn't allow any children in our car without a restraint.  I think that's where I got my reputation for being a troublemaker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like that our faith is an integrated part of our children's school day.  It is part of just about everything they do.  The rest I'm not so sure about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have until Aug 31 to make a final decision.  School starts on Sept 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add:  On July 1, the State of Michigan changed their carseat laws:  children under 9 years old or under 4'9" &lt;strong&gt;must &lt;/strong&gt;be at least in a booster seat.  We won't have THAT issue this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-242490005486704972?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/242490005486704972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=242490005486704972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/242490005486704972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/242490005486704972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-civil.html' title='I was civil...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8225895875695603556</id><published>2008-08-19T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:45:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School meeting</title><content type='html'>We meet with the principle of G's school today to discuss the possibility of A going to Pre-K there.  Wood called her last week to set up the appt.  Yesterday, there was a message on my answering machine when I got home from work.  It was from the school secretary, trying to set up A's Gesell testing appt.  Ok, 1) I haven't decided to send her there yet, so it seems more than a little presumptuous, and 2) We made our feelings quite clear about Gesell testing last year.  So obviously, the principle didn't listen to us at all.  While I strenuously object to the test for Kindergarten placement, I have absolutly no idea why it would even be done for Pre-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts about Gesell testing:&lt;br /&gt;1) results can be 30-50% inaccurate.  You might as well flip a coin.&lt;br /&gt;2) it is not unusual to have as many as 60% of children tested not be "ready" for Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;3) Child development has more accepted theories than those of Gesell.  Gesell believed the child development was strictly a result of biology.  Environment played no part.&lt;br /&gt;3) The test is "normed" on only 640 Connecticut children between 1911-1930.  Incidentally, the children were all white.&lt;br /&gt;4) whatever 1/2 of those children did, was considered "normal".&lt;br /&gt;5)In 10-15 minutes maximum, an unknown teacher to your child in a strange environment is supposed to be able to determine your child's abilities and decide educational placement.&lt;br /&gt;6)It is part of the reason that kindergartens across the country have become increasingly academic.&lt;br /&gt;7)any so called "advantage" of delaying kindergarten a year for certain kids has completely vanished by Grade 3.  In fact, studies have shown that kids held back are at higher risk of dropping out of high school, and will achieve less academically than if they would have been placed in the "regular" kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;8)Studies have also shown that parents who object to D-K placement and pull their child out and place them in regular kindergarten over the schools objections, are more successful in school.&lt;br /&gt;9)Kids who "fail" the Gesell test are frequently put on a slower "track" and treated differently from kids who "pass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the great part.  Want to know what Gesell's testing was used for, back when he developed it?  It wasn't kindergarten screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was for adoption placement.  Gesell (along with his other contemporaries), were "worried" about placing "bright" children with dull parents.   Or more often, worried about placing a "dull" child with bright parents.  Gesell believed that adoption was risky and even inappropriate for some children, but he also believed that the risks could be scientifically measured and predicted in advance. He believed that some children were unadoptable because they were products of bad heredity. Gesell trusted developmental testing to prevent the adoption of defective children.  He believed that child development occurs solely according to a predetermined, naturally unfolding plan of growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of his pre-adoption evaluations, on a 2 year old child, that he feels is "subnormal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An Attractive Infant, but Subnormal—Child B (age 26 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child was not seen before the age of 2 years. She was born out of wedlock. Concerning the mother there was only the brief annal, “she is untruthful and peculiar.” The child was boarded in a high-grade family home where the foster mother became deeply attached to her and made plans for her adoption and education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postponement of adoption has been urged, because the child just now seems much brighter and “more acceptable” than she really is. She is in the “cute” stage of development which conceals her limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In physical appearance she is attractive; in demeanor she is smiling, responsive, playful. She waves “bye-bye” very genially and plays gleefully with a ball. She is just the kind of child who would smite the heart of questioning adoptive parents. If they yielded to the impulse of affection on the first sight, they would then and there resolve to take her into their own home, give her every educational advantage, and rear her as a charming, refined daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These parents would not be entirely disappointed, because the child is not mentally deficient and her personality make-up is relatively favorable. However, the examination proved that she approximates the 18-month level much more consistently than the 2-year level, and the general quality of her attention was far from satisfactory. On the basis of all the clinical evidence it is extremely doubtful that she will ever be able to complete a high school education. She may have some difficulty in completing the grammar grades. In 10 fleeting years the educational limitations of this child will be more palpably revealed; and there may be genuine pangs of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economic status and educational purpose of the parents are an important factor in this particular adoptive situation. If at the outset the parents are not ready to relinquish their educational expectations, another child should be sought. Some parents are quite content with a favorable, likable personality irrespective of grammar-school success." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gesell's writings have been criticized by other psychologists because he did not  acknowledge that there are individual differences in child development, and his focus on developmental norms implied that what is typical for each age is also what is desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we subjecting our children to these outdated tests again?  When I objected to having G testing, I think they assumed that I felt she wouldn't pass.  I knew she would do fine, and she did.  I always find it odd, however, that schools always have about 1/2 the kids tested recommended for D-K.  Convieniently, just enough to fill a class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I hadn't have thrown a fit over the test, if they would have "recommended" G for D-K, based mostly on her age - she is a June birthday, and one of the younger kids in her classrooom.  She also was at at the very top of her class last year.  Even with the 6 and 7 year olds that are now in Kindergarten.  She is currently reading "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory".  She reads at a third+ grade level, and probably does classwork at a second grade level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belief is that parents are the best judge of their child's readiness.  We know our children best.  If we feel they need an extra year, it should be our choice, our recommendation.  And kindergartens should be child centered and play based, not task and skill oriented.  Which would help ALL children fit in to kindergarten better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off my soapbox now....I'll let you know how it goes.  Wood is afraid I'm going in today ready for a fight.  Not if they listen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8225895875695603556?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8225895875695603556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8225895875695603556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8225895875695603556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8225895875695603556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-meeting.html' title='School meeting'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3649910997664790191</id><published>2008-08-18T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:12:31.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and prayers needed for family</title><content type='html'>The closest ET family to us is 100 miles away, here in the Upper Peninsula.  They adopted about a year after us - a sibling group of a 5 yr old girl and 8 yr old boy.  We are the only two ET families in the entire Upper Peninsula.  Sometime last year, they also adopted a 6 year old ET boy from a disrupted adoption.  They have a large family, including about 6 bio children as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family endured a long, dramatic 6 month delay in getting their daughter home (she had been dx'd with TB shortly before her scheduled departure, and wasn't allowed to leave the country with her brother).  Their son came home on June 6th, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 4 months after his arrival to the US, the older boy, David, was dx'd with leukemia.  They traveled to Marshfield, WI on a regular basis for treatment.   They began maintenance treatment in April, 2007.  Before David was done with his maintenance phase for the leukemia, he suffered a relapse in early January, 2008.- an extremely bad sign.  This drastically cut his chances for survival.  Their best option for him at that point was a bone marrow transplant.  After some initial difficulty finding a match, they matched with some umbilical cord blood.  David had his transplant several weeks ago down at Mott Children's Hospital in Ann Arbor.  He's been there since July 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is extremely sick at this point and is suffering from several complications, including internal bleeding of unknown origins.  His parents take turns being constantly down there with him, and the other parent travels 8 hrs home to be with the rest of the children in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to his caringpages site:  http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/davidgockenbach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep this family, especially David, in your prayers.  This little boy has been through so much since arriving here in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the Gockenbach's website:&lt;br /&gt;"The quality of our lives is transformed not only by our initial response to Christ but also by the daily answer of faith to whatever a day holds." E. Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have learned the truth that no one can tell what a day will bring forth. Please read about David's journey - and ours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3649910997664790191?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3649910997664790191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3649910997664790191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3649910997664790191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3649910997664790191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-and-prayers-needed-for-family.html' title='Thoughts and prayers needed for family'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3301112303420515828</id><published>2008-08-17T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:44:18.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>As someone who has a nickname, I never wanted any of my children to have one.  I have an old fashioned name that no one under, oh, let's say 75 has anymore.  I have always gone by a shortened version of it, which is still fairly unusual.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my kids names were chosen carefully with the "no nickname" policy in mind.  With my first three, no problem.  Their names really don't have any other version or shortened form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after we got home with A, big Brother B started calling her "Ozzy".  I glared and growled about it, but figured it would pass.   It has instead, caught on.  Increasingly these days, she is called, interchangably, "Ozzy", "Oz" and her given name, "Asrat".  True confessions here, I have recently starting using them too.  Egads!!  The nannies at the care center used to call her "Ahs-ru" or "Ahs-ratti".  She answers to them all.  I'm hoping that when she formally starts school, we can go back to "Asrat".  "Ozzy" just, well, isn't a name.  And it seems to re-inforce to people that her name should be pronounced "Oz-rot", instead of "Ahs-rrot" (you hear an "s" sound, not a "z" sound.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3301112303420515828?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3301112303420515828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3301112303420515828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3301112303420515828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3301112303420515828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-650704929488176106</id><published>2008-08-17T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:30:38.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My list</title><content type='html'>Found this on Dani's blog and liked it :)  The story is that apparently the National Endowment for the Arts estimates that the average adult has only read six of these books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the markup guidelines:&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Star the ones you love &lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;strong&gt;The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien &lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre- Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter series - JK Rowling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;strong&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;strong&gt;The Bible&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights- Emily Bronte &lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;strong&gt;Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman &lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;strong&gt;Little Women- Louisa M Alcott &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;strong&gt;Tess of the D'Urbervilles- Thomas Hardy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14. The Complete Works of Shakespeare -&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;strong&gt;The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18 &lt;strong&gt;Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 &lt;strong&gt;Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 &lt;strong&gt;The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 &lt;strong&gt;War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams &lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 &lt;strong&gt;Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 &lt;strong&gt;Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 &lt;strong&gt;Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 &lt;strong&gt;The Wind in the Willows- Kenneth Grahame &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 &lt;strong&gt;Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 &lt;strong&gt;Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;36 &lt;strong&gt;The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 &lt;strong&gt;Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;41 &lt;strong&gt;Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code -Dan Brown &lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44 &lt;strong&gt;A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 &lt;strong&gt;Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 &lt;strong&gt;The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi- Yann martel &lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert -&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen5&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 &lt;strong&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the dog in the night-time- Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61 &lt;strong&gt;Of Mice and Men- John Steinbeck &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold &lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 &lt;strong&gt;Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist- Charles Dickens &lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;73 &lt;strong&gt;The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 &lt;strong&gt;Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81 &lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87 &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte’s Web - EB White *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89 &lt;strong&gt;Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart Of Darkness- Joseph Conrad &lt;br /&gt;92 &lt;strong&gt;The Little Prince- Antoine De Saint-Exupery &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 &lt;strong&gt;Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;99 &lt;strong&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory- Roald Dahl&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-650704929488176106?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/650704929488176106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=650704929488176106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/650704929488176106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/650704929488176106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-list.html' title='My list'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2333050042621246373</id><published>2008-08-16T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:53:45.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is here...</title><content type='html'>The leaves are turning on the trees already.  We d0 get the most spectacular fall here - it's the most amazing and beautiful thing I've ever seen.  It's now cool enough at night to close windows.  We are getting in winter coats and snowsuits at work.  And lots of our customers are plenty interested in them.  We will get our first snowfall in the next 30 days, although it won't stick - yet.  Trick or treating here could be done in complete snowsuits.  Summer was way, way, too short this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get about 240" to 260" of annual snowfall here.  It snows for about 8 months of the year, including May.  For us that means snowfall every single day (from 2" to 8" each day from November - March, with periodic snow in Sept, Oct, April and May).  We usually get at least one major, major snowfall (like 3 or 4 ft) in April.  We are not winter people.  I'm cold all the time.  Most foks up here cross country ski, downhill ski, jog (yes, a ton of people jog even in the winter - crazy) or whatever.    Asrat is our only snow lover in the family - she can't get enough of it.  It depresses me just to think about it ....I need to go eat some chocolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2333050042621246373?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2333050042621246373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2333050042621246373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2333050042621246373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2333050042621246373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is here...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2260325731778894705</id><published>2008-08-14T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T04:22:52.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>US Census and adoption</title><content type='html'>The government has been repeatedly sending me a copy of the US Census for the past few months. No, the reason I haven't sent it back is NOT because I didn't receive the 7 prior copies that you sent me. So they started calling me. They got ahold of me last night on the phone, and I had to reluctantly answer their questions. I figured soon, someone would show up on my doorstep if I didn't get it done (who knew that there was a penalty for not answering??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why about each of my children, do I have to answer if they are my "biological son or daughter" or "adopted son or daughter?" What programs does the government run that they would find this information necessary to know? They can track foreign adoption through immigration and visa documents. They could probably track domestic adoption through state reported statistics on adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think or know of why this information is helpful to our government, let me know - I'm very curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving the information, we do have an interesting family makeup (I think). DH is 100% Irish. I'm English/Hungarian. G is Irish/English, although she has mainly Irish characteristics and we usually just refer to her as Irish - especially since we don't really associate with my side of the family anymore since the ugly situation with my mother over A's adoption almost 2 years ago. Big Brother B and Big Sister M are Hispanic. A is Ethiopian. We live in a predominently Finnish/Norweigian community. We'll add a little diversity to our community's census report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2260325731778894705?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2260325731778894705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2260325731778894705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2260325731778894705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2260325731778894705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/us-census-and-adoption.html' title='US Census and adoption'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7946968386511494651</id><published>2008-08-12T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:47:36.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost gone...</title><content type='html'>After dealing with G's skin issues for 2 months, it's hard for me to even see where I need to put the meds on.  And still, no breathing issues.  God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts Sept 2 for us.  I can't believe G is in the first grade.  She can read just about anything these days, and it's so much fun as she actively participates in reading the newpaper, magazines and road signs of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are meeting with the principal from G's school to go over the possibility of having A go to pre-K there.  Although I was vehemently opposed to their  so called curriculum for pre-k,  and voiced my concerns loudly to them last spring, the school went and stole the teacher that A would have this year at her preschool.  I know this teacher very well, and would have no qualms about putting A in her classroom - provided the school will allow her to teach pre-K as I've seen her do it at A's preschool.  Although I love A's preschool, with our minimum wage hike in Michigan to $7.40 per hour, the preschool has had to substantially raise their tuition.  It would be much more affordable to have both kids in the same school because we'd get a second child discount off A's tuition.  But I need to make sure that A will do well there.  I'd still use the preschool for afterschool, holiday and summer care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood is driving big brother B back down to college this weekend.  The girls (and me!) will really miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7946968386511494651?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7946968386511494651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7946968386511494651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7946968386511494651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7946968386511494651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-gone.html' title='almost gone...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-558226478842695805</id><published>2008-08-09T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:18:47.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on G...</title><content type='html'>Her hives have completely dissappeared.  Just that alone has made her skin look considerably better.  And then new creams we are using on her skin have accomplished wonders - some of the areas are considerably reduced, and almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take her in yesterday to get her stitches removed.  I was wondering how this would go with our dr, since we received the diagnosis through Children's and his was completely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, NEVER tell a child "it won't hurt".  G was scared and didn't want to go, and I told her it wouldn't hurt.  When I picked her up from Summer Camp, her teacher also told her it wouldn't hurt at all.  Well, guess what?   He had a lot of trouble getting the stitches out.  He said the physician had made extremely small stitches and he really had to pull hard and try two different pairs of scissors before he got them out.  It actually DID hurt her, and it made it bleed because of all the pulling.   She looked at me with those eyes, and said sadly "but you said it wouldn't hurt".    Uggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dr disagreed with Children's that she needed to be on the antihistimine for 2 weeks after the last hives.  He said one day.  I think I'll go with Children's on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been extremely dry here for the past few weeks.  Today we promised the girls the County Fair.  It has been raining since last night....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A might be turning into a  genuine yooper  - a term used by folks who live in the UP to refer to those who have spent their whole lives in the UP.  As opposed to those from Lower Michigan, who are referred to as "trolls".  Why are they called "trolls?"  Because they live under the bridge (Mackinac Bridge, the 7 mile long bridge that spans the Lower to the Upper), of course!  Last night she said "mommy, I'm so excited about the County Fair!!:" We are all city folks in this household, and I have never been to a County Fair or even a State Fair in my life until we moved here..... she is all excited about seeing the llamas, chickens, pigs, bunnies and cows.  She won't ride the Tilt a whirl, though.  That's a mommy and G thing.  G laughs so hard that she can't stop on the Tilt a whirl.  Wood and A feel like they will throw up, so they watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-558226478842695805?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/558226478842695805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=558226478842695805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/558226478842695805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/558226478842695805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-on-g.html' title='update on G...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3704632636437374476</id><published>2008-08-07T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T05:19:36.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Results!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I never expect test results early! I got a call from the dr at Children's Hospital yesterday. Unfortunately, I was in the middle of dealing with a complicated diamond trade in at work, and missed the call. So then we played phone tag for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news - it does not appear that anything remarkably scary is going on. Happy, Happy, joy, joy! The dr said the G has two separate, non-related things going on, causing her mysterious skin issues, that occurred simultaneously. One is actually a form of hives. The other is a non traditional form of psoriasis. Viewed together, they either 1)resembled something very scary or 2) something that didn't really have distinct features of any one issue. Both were caused by......are you ready for this? Her strep infection back in late May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strep apparently can be a trigger for causing psoriasis in people who have had no previous indication or family history of this disease.  Psoriasis is a chronic autoimmune disease.  G was dx'd with Strep, put on antibiotics AND prednisone because she also had hives - the hives were the reason we took her to the ER initially.  Bad call on treatment on the dr's part, apparently - the body is dealing with strep and you are weakening the body's immune response at the same time.  I was told that the preferred way of dealing with this would have been to first use 2 different antihistimines, 1 taken in the am and 1 in the pm.  Prednisone should have been used only if there was no response to the antihistimines or if we had a life threatening reaction.  Also, they really dosed her with too much prednisone - they didn't take into account her low body weight of only 36 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hives are, in part, actually an extension of the SAME hives from late May.  Hives can, in some cases, go on for up to 2 months from the same reaction.  Especially when prednisone is added to the mix.  Her hives were never sufficiently or adequately treated.  Then, the one steriod cream that we have been using on her skin for the "eczema" was also causing her skin to react, and aggrevating the skin reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've feared with G for the past two years - issues actually caused by drs.  Especially the dr here in our hometown, who make instant, snap decisions based on only the most common issue they can think of.  And don't listen to us one iota.  We've been through 2 dr's for the kids - one was a family care dr, our current one is a pediatrician.  It is just not feasible to drive to Milwaukee for everyday, routine care.  But to think that this current issue and G's misery was CAUSED by something that was supposed to help her......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are to immediately cease with any of the creams that the dr prescribed for her non-existant eczema (ok, I'm sure you can sense a bit of bitterness there....). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is to take Claritin in the AM, and a stronger, prescription antihistimine at night (it is supposed to make her sleepy - it seemed to jazz her up last night, actually....).  We are to continue both antihistimines for a full 2 weeks AFTER we see the last bit of the uticaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G has two new creams for her skin.  One is a actually form of Vitamin D3.  We use these to try and get the autoimmune reaction to settle down on her skin.  When we got back to Children's in October to see the specialist we see for her asthma/breathing issues, we are now to also make an appt as well for the dermatology clinic so that they can follow her.  One thing that is concerning them (and us) is that G is reporting joint pain since the strep infection.  Psoriasis can trigger Psoriatic arthritis (which is completely different that rhumatiod arthritis) and be quite serious.  So we need to report any worsening of this condition and any swelling immediately.  I still can't believe that this was all triggered by the strep.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now down to 8 medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G, as usual, takes everything in stride, even making jokes about us having the opportunity to see the  rare, "elusive spotted, G"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3704632636437374476?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3704632636437374476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3704632636437374476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3704632636437374476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3704632636437374476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/test-results.html' title='Test Results!'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3116581256846208477</id><published>2008-08-05T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:23:26.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a baby......</title><content type='html'>A is becoming more and more firm that we knew her when she was a tiny baby - before she had teeth, could walk, wore diapers, etc. I have been correcting her, and telling her all the baby-like things she WAS when we met her, but I don't want to perpetuate her fantasy. But she is insisting, and it seems very important to her. I don't know whether to temporarily ignore it, or to continue to gently provide the correct information.  She completely ignores me when I talk about her Ethiopian mom, or mention her name, like she didn't hear what I just said.  She doesn't deny it, she just won't acknowledge or discuss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3116581256846208477?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3116581256846208477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3116581256846208477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3116581256846208477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3116581256846208477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-was-baby.html' title='When I was a baby......'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6515118890073191696</id><published>2008-07-31T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:32:42.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The duo is together again....</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure we've ever separated the girls for a few days like this, except for when G's been in the hospital.  Even then A could go visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood and A just got home, toting a pizza.  A was more excited to see G, then me, actually.  She told me that "this should be G's special day".  I asked her why.  She said "because she came back".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6515118890073191696?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6515118890073191696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6515118890073191696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6515118890073191696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6515118890073191696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/duo-is-together-again.html' title='The duo is together again....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-8102946233208853618</id><published>2008-07-31T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:34:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like home.....</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted - G is doing very well.   She's already logged her new Ty beanie baby pink pet cat onto the internet and is playing happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, meanwhile, am about 3 hrs overdue on having my salary budget done for the next few weeks for work.  And I'm NOT happy to discover that they've eliminated home access to some of the reports and functions that I need.  I just cannot fathom going into work tonight to get it done - I've been gone for 4 days and I know I will get sucked into all sorts of things - I have about 40 people who report to me, and the chances that no one has had a major crisis, issue or something that requires my immediate attention is slim to none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-8102946233208853618?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8102946233208853618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=8102946233208853618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8102946233208853618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/8102946233208853618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like home.....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-712557608716884373</id><published>2008-07-30T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:40:44.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't quite make it...</title><content type='html'>We are just short of the Wisconsin/Upper Peninsula border. We stopped for the night, even though we are only a few hours away from home at this point. Once we cross over into the UP, we no longer have many choices until we get home. G is doing great, but was having difficulty being in the carseat up against her stitches. In the morning, we'll only have a few hours to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: A is having a hard time with G and I being gone. She had trouble falling asleep last night, and Wood eventually went into her room, and laid down on G's bed. He heard a rustling under the pillow. When he looked, A had drawn a picture of her and G, holding hands, and put it under G's pillow waiting for her return. While we were in Milwaukee, G insisted on buying a present for her little sister. Tonight, they talked on the phone. G told A about her stitches. Not to be outdone, A told G all about her new "papercut". They commiserated together - it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is now in a fair amount of pain - we went out to the pharmacy to get her two new meds filled (if you are counting, this makes 9 prescriptions that she is on - all at the same time). It took them forever to fill them, and G got shaky and felt very unwell. I have no idea how single mothers do it - all I can think is how I really could have used Wood around for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't guessed, not a single dr out of the many we saw while at Children's agreed with our ped at home about the so-called eczema fiasco. None of them even considered it - one even rolled her eyes when I related it. At this point, however, I'd happily deal with eczema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking tonight about the many posts on the forum when prospective adoptive parents on the forum are contemplating the medical checklist, and what they are "open" to. There just are no guarantees - no matter what you list, you may end up with something completely unexpected. That's just part of being a parent, adoptive or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we accepted A's referral, she was an extremely malnourished child, who wasn't walking independently at age 18 months, didn't talk or express herself and had multiple opportunistic infections indicating a poorly functioning immune system as well as the malnutrition. She is now the healthiest child I have ever seen in my life. She never gets sick, willingly eats an incredibly balanced and healthy diet and is the picture of health. Meanwhile, her older sister, who was an incredibly healthy infant and toddler, had every advantage, was breastfed until age 14 months, never had even an ear infection - got sick around the time her sister came home from Ethiopia and has incredibly fragile health ever since. Crazy - you just never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-712557608716884373?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/712557608716884373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=712557608716884373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/712557608716884373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/712557608716884373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/didnt-quite-make-it.html' title='Didn&apos;t quite make it...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6940597009961685949</id><published>2008-07-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:07:54.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To head home or not?</title><content type='html'>G had a biopsy today, and has an incision and stitches on her back.  I'm unsure if we should try to head home or not.  She's got some swelling in the area, and if we leave she'll be in her carseat for the next 6.5 hours.  The local anesthetic is wearing off, so I'll see how she's feeling when it's worn off.  The dr did give us some pain meds, but I'm not sure I want to use anything stronger than Tylenol with her in the backseat and me not being able to check on her.  The anesthetic also contained a blood vessel constrictor, so when that wears off, the dr said it may started bleeding or oozing.  Boy, I'd really just like to be home with her right now. 7 to 10 days for biopsy results.  I'm thinking that's just the standard medical reply - no matter what you have done, it's always 7-10 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6940597009961685949?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6940597009961685949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6940597009961685949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6940597009961685949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6940597009961685949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-head-home-or-not.html' title='To head home or not?'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6172426415063487576</id><published>2008-07-29T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:05:45.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in Milwaukee....</title><content type='html'>Made it here, however, the hospital accomodations program couldn't find a single place for us to stay.  Ronald McDonald house was completely full, and so it seems are every local hotel is completely booked.  Apparently Milwaukee is a hot spot during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital took much longer than expected, and very unexpectedly, we have to go back tomorrow.  Things are never simple with G - Dani, you were exactly right on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last minute, the hospital found us a place to stay at Kathy's House, which is a hospitality house similar to Ronald McDonald house, only not just for kids.  It's very nice.  We have a nice room, and there is plenty of space to move around in the shared commons area - a full kitchen, living room, outdoor play area, and game room with puzzles and board games.  What a blessing, because late this afternoon I was envisioning us sleeping in our car.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post tomorrow, when there's more to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6172426415063487576?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6172426415063487576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6172426415063487576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6172426415063487576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6172426415063487576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-in-milwaukee.html' title='Here in Milwaukee....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2102898512414687690</id><published>2008-07-28T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:23:25.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Children's Hospital</title><content type='html'>Children's had a cancellation for tomorrow with G's dr. G is still reacting to something, possible her new (and effective!) meds. Wood, having just started a new job, has no time off. G and I will head off in the AM, Milwaukee bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't relish the thought of making such a long trip by myself. Actually, I'm incredibly nervous. Hopefully, we'll get some good answers. And it's good to get our visit done before the snow flies - it's a horrible trip to make in the winter with all our snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A will be staying home with Daddy - Wood thinks it would be best if she had her normal routine, and I didn't have the added responsibility of trying to keep up with her at the hospital, especially during tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  We are currently waitlisted for a spot at the Ronald McDonald House - so we are traveling without actually having a place to stay - the other accomodations that the hospital uses are all full.  Not making me feel much better about the trip, but I'm hoping it will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2102898512414687690?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2102898512414687690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2102898512414687690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2102898512414687690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2102898512414687690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/off-to-childrens.html' title='Off to Children&apos;s Hospital'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-2911620155887626878</id><published>2008-07-27T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T06:47:50.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How the bike riding went...</title><content type='html'>G did great - she is riding just fine, but has trouble still starting the bike and needs a tiny push.  We'll practice more today and I think she'll get it fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A was another story.  We bought her a new bike a few days ago,  so she wouldn't be left out of all the fun.  She had previously been riding a big wheel type vehicle.  She was excited about her new bike.  She was looking forward to riding it, and understood that we were taking G's training wheels off today....or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event pushed all her "buttons".  First of all, both Wood and I were paying almost exclusive attention to G.  That triggered all her insecurities.  We were both on either side of G, so A was left to ride her bike (which had training wheels) herself.  We explained how G needed us because she had no training wheels to hold her up, but all A saw was that we obviously loved G more and she was all alone.  Although this issue has gotten substantially better since our first year as a family, I realized how much we still manipulate situations to ensure that this never happens.  And that really isn't fair to G.  Sometimes, the attention DOES go all to one child - that's life.  Sometimes it will be her, sometimes it will be a sibling - it depends on their needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So A stopped riding her bike, and began to pout and sulk.  Which really irritated Wood and me, and we became short with her.  Which only made the situation worse.  She started tipping her bike on purpose or riding it into things, just to get attention.  And crying.  And bringing up every injustice that she could think of, involving either us or her schoolmates.  Finally, I took her off her bike, put it back into the car, and told her that until she could behave, she couldn't ride.     How's that for compassionate?  G always get the short end of the stick because she can "handle it", but this time, it WAS about G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm guilt ridden and feel like just a terrible mother.  I was trying to rationalize with a 4 year old about the times when we spent time exclusively with her, and this was G's turn.  But it was all about emotions and feelings for her, not about reason.  And I really dealt with it with MY emotion, and not very effectively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-2911620155887626878?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2911620155887626878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=2911620155887626878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2911620155887626878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/2911620155887626878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-bike-riding-went.html' title='How the bike riding went...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-6962889175166081907</id><published>2008-07-26T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:07:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The training wheels come off....</title><content type='html'>Today is the day we are planning to take G's training wheels off her bike. Last year, we lived in a neighborhood with no sidewalks, and our house was up an incredibly large hill with a steep, steep driveway. Almost all the driveway was steep, so the kids really didn't ride bikes even on the top part. So she only rode a few times last year. This year, she has been on her bike (with traning wheels) every day that the weather is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is building up her endurance. For the past two years, she couldn't run across the playground without getting winded. She had to take "rests" frequently while playing. We had to use her inhaler EVERY time she engaged in physical activity. Now, she is yelling at us to "hurry up!" and leaving us behind. She doesn't get tired. It brings such joy to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After previously helping two kids learn to ride without training wheels, I'm convinced that the "run next to them technique" doesn't work well (at least for my kids). The child isn't doing the balancing, because you are holding the seat. You have to have them going fast enough to keep from falling when you let them go, that my kids were always too scared to learn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we did for the last one:&lt;br /&gt;-Use a bike that they can sit on the seat with both feet firmly on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take off the pedals of the bike. Easily done with an adjustable wrench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let them spend some time learning to coast.   They just "walk" the bike and coast or push off with both feet.  This helps them get the balance part down, which they never learn on training wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After they have this fairly well, put the pedals back on. Have them start by pushing off with their feet, doing the coasting thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As they are coasting, have them put their feet on the pedals WITHOUT LOOKING (important, or they will fall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Voila, they are riding. Takes an hour or less. And it saves my back considerably! Wood and I are older parents - this is not to be easily dismissed. If you are 10 or 15 years younger, your back can probably take bending over a tiny 16" bicycle and running. If not, try it my way instead! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this about 13 years ago with my son. Now, it seems like they actually teach this way in NYC in classes on how to ride a two wheeler. I could have marketed it, and been rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, here is a PDF from the NYC Bicycle Education program on how-to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bikenewyork.org/education/classes/images/bny_learn_to_ride.pdf"&gt;http://www.bikenewyork.org/education/classes/images/bny_learn_to_ride.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a youtube video from the same program, if you are a visual person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nycgovparks.org/sub_newsroom/video/"&gt;http://nycgovparks.org/sub_newsroom/video/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then select "Teach your child to ride".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, the stores are currently selling coasting bikes with no pedals for this purpose.&lt;br /&gt;They are terribly expensive :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upsideover.com/LIKEaBIKE-Kids-Midi-Bike-p/lkb-midi.htm"&gt;http://www.upsideover.com/LIKEaBIKE-Kids-Midi-Bike-p/lkb-midi.htm&lt;/a&gt; - $355&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gliderrider.com/"&gt;http://www.gliderrider.com/&lt;/a&gt; $149&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.builditplayit.com/html/mini_glider_balance_bike.html"&gt;http://www.builditplayit.com/html/mini_glider_balance_bike.html&lt;/a&gt; $99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toystoreexpress.com/chbabi.html"&gt;http://www.toystoreexpress.com/chbabi.html&lt;/a&gt; $259&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never put pedals on these bikes. They only have a single purpose - to teach your child to balance on a two wheeled bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy a wrench for a few dollars, and take the pedals off yourself and achieve the exact same thing. NOTE: if your child has a scooter and rides it well, they probably already have the balance thing down fairly well, and you may be able to skip the no pedal stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just recently got Miss A a two wheel bike - she has been riding something similar to a big wheel since she outgrew her tricycle. Given how athletic, fearless, and physical she is, we expected to take her training wheels today at the same time. She is actually somewhat timid and scared of falling off the bike, even with training wheels. Definitely not ready yet. This is the child who has absolutely no fear of falling from incredibly high places on the playground (hangs upside down from TALL monkey bars), but seems fearful of falling off a 16" bicycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-6962889175166081907?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6962889175166081907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=6962889175166081907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6962889175166081907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/6962889175166081907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/training-wheels-come-off.html' title='The training wheels come off....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-4049518274876128403</id><published>2008-07-23T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:58:37.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Handling racism at work...</title><content type='html'>I'm the store manager for a large retail store. I'm frequently out on the sales floor, talking with customers, making sure we are providing great customer service, taking care of problems. Right before I left the other night, I was having the most pleasant conversation with an elderly gentleman customer. Initially, we were talking about the features and benefits of different socks (ok, I never said I had a facinating job....). He asked me how long I had been the manager at the store - he had known one of the previous managers, who had since been retired for about 14 years. . I told him 2 years. He asked where I was from. I replied "Detroit". This seemingly lovely man proceeded to comment on how I must be glad to be out of Detroit, with all the "blacks" there. How the blacks have run everyone else out of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, no actually, the thing I miss most about living in Detroit is the diversity. Oh, sure, he replies, diversity is good, but isn't it good to be away from the blacks especially? Now even the blacks are leaving the city, moving to previously good areas because even they don't want to be with other blacks (Huh???) Blah, blah, blah. He totally expected me to agree with him, he'd stop and say "you know what I mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we go back to discussing the socks?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, going to relay on the forum standby......&lt;br /&gt;"uh, no, actually I don't - why do you say that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was a complete flop. Because now he's going to explain the problems with the "blacks" in detail. Mental note - NEVER "ask why do you say that?" because THEY WILL TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, one of my associates has caught the about half of the conversation, and is completely frozen in place, for once I'm not the one with my jaw hanging open - literally, his was. Probably because he can see the steam coming out of my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts racing......I can probably get fired for going off on this guy...can I kick him out of my store??? .but it IS my obligation to keep my workplace free of harrassment of any sort, including associates, vendors, customers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but I really don't feel that way at all. And furthermore, our company, "big retail", is committed to diversity of it's customers, associates and management and we won't tolerate those kind of comments in our workplace I can have ____ associate here ring up your socks, but I won't continue this conversation with you and ask that you refrain from these kinds of comments in the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad that I'm getting better at this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-4049518274876128403?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4049518274876128403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=4049518274876128403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4049518274876128403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/4049518274876128403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/handling-racism-at-work.html' title='Handling racism at work...'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-3949471179862054484</id><published>2008-07-21T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:21:49.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to you......!!</title><content type='html'>B is now 19 years old.    I don't know how they grow so fast.  When they are small, at times the days seem endless.  You are sure certain stages will never end - sleep issues, tantrums, nursing, whatever.  But if you look at your life as a timeline, the issue at hand is always just a small blip on the entire timeline.  And you wonder why you let the time slip away so fast, without really living in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are long, but the years are so short.  Make the most of the time you have, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is an incredibly mature, responsible young man.  During this health crisis with his father, even as upset as he was, I was amazed that he could think ahead and be rational about his father's health and help to ensure that all the details got taken care of .  He is a natural peacemaker.  In high school, he easily made friends among all the diverse "groups" or cliches, that normally stay seperate.  He easily fit in with the athletes, as he did with the chess club, the studious academic kids and others.  Much to our amazement, he was mentioned in both of the valedictorians speeches at commencement.    He has a unique ability to see beyond stereotypes and truely pick his friends for their character, not any superficial qualities - which can be incredibly hard in High school.  And he has the courage of his convictions to do the right thing, and not give in to peer pressure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, B.  We love you so much and are very proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-3949471179862054484?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3949471179862054484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=3949471179862054484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3949471179862054484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/3949471179862054484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to you......!!'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-7167590871957783745</id><published>2008-07-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:40:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobering statistics on Ethiopian children....</title><content type='html'>In Ethiopia, one in ten children will die in infancy, and nearly double that number will die by their fifth birthday due to tetanus,infections or diarrhea. At present, 13.2% of children in Ethiopia-–3.8million–-are orphaned. International adoption touches only a tinyfraction of these orphans; in 2006, only 731 Ethiopian orphans wereadopted by American parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood and I watched a CNN special a short while ago called "The Survivorship project - One Child at a time".  It focused on the needs of children in several countries, including Ethiopia.  The large number of children who do not make it to their 5th birthday in Ethiopia is shocking.  Access to clean drinking water is a tremendous issue - most children in Ethiopia do not have access to clean drinkable water - a basic need for survival.  The CNN program showed how only $5,000 could install a water system for a village of several hundred people.  Child mortality dropped dramatically just from having this need fulfilled.  We were amazed at how little is costs.  $5,000 really is such a small amount of money.  We easily raised almost $700 for the Walk for Water with very little effort on our part.  How much could we do if we organized and really put some effort into this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-7167590871957783745?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7167590871957783745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=7167590871957783745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7167590871957783745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/7167590871957783745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/sobering-statistics-on-ethiopian.html' title='Sobering statistics on Ethiopian children....'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-921675734410366285</id><published>2008-07-18T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:42:23.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A's hair is suddenly not staying in a style more than a week or so. The last set of small twists I left in a bit over 2 weeks, but they looked horribly fuzzy the last week, and I had a very hard time getting them out - they were beginning to loc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After I took the twists out, I wanted someting that would last, and I put a few dozen braids in her hair. It's only been a week, and they were just a mess of frizz. I'm thinking it a) could be the humidity, or 2) she has broken hair or new hair growth that is just falling out of the style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I took out the tiny braids while she was playing in the tub tonight after work and put it in a quick style. She loves it - she says she looks like a ballerina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224517409312540962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SIE25zDrCSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yXkBLCFtx54/s320/ajulyfreehair+001web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;What gorgeous thick, curly hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224517178910150626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SIE2sYvdj-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pycMQHDVmB0/s320/ajulyhairweb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our new ballerina look!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SIE2sTCUCCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/M5yavEV8bbc/s1600-h/ajulyhairweb1web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224517177378605090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SIE2sTCUCCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/M5yavEV8bbc/s320/ajulyhairweb1web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy says she looks like Princess Leia from Star Wars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SIE2s5lr5ZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aP-8_fXUW1s/s1600-h/ajulyhairweb2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224517187727517074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SIE2s5lr5ZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aP-8_fXUW1s/s320/ajulyhairweb2web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zig zag parts because I've really been overusing the middle part in the front and in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Update on M's and B's dad - he is continuing to recover at an extremely rapid rate. They are anticipating a fully recovery at this point. What wonderful news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-921675734410366285?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/921675734410366285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=921675734410366285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/921675734410366285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/921675734410366285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hair-night.html' title='Hair night'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mCkgpBYXoa8/SIE25zDrCSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/yXkBLCFtx54/s72-c/ajulyfreehair+001web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6317509000710312520.post-1434944577021274082</id><published>2008-07-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:27:14.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>improving</title><content type='html'>Further surgery yesterday went well - they fused the cervical vertibrae together to stabilize the spine.  Massive doses of steriods have reduced the swelling that was pushing on the spinal cord.  He is steadily regaining feeling and movement.   What a blessing.  Although the amount of recovery is yet to be seen, everyone is much more encouraged than they were just 24 hours ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6317509000710312520-1434944577021274082?l=upmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1434944577021274082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6317509000710312520&amp;postID=1434944577021274082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1434944577021274082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6317509000710312520/posts/default/1434944577021274082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/improving.html' title='improving'/><author><name>etmom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
