<?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-25822131</id><updated>2012-01-27T07:54:19.042-05:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='brainy builders'/><category term='New Words/Signs'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='date night'/><category term='Bad Days'/><category term='maddux'/><category term='ballet'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='swim meet'/><category term='Favorite Things'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='camping'/><category term='birth'/><category term='music'/><category term='Donations'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Good Days'/><category term='Clubfeet'/><category term='Jazz Fest'/><category term='OT'/><category term='read'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='Eli'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='siblings'/><category term='races'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Tomato Plant'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='Product Review'/><category term='writing'/><category term='swim team'/><category term='Video'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>The Tales of Eli &amp; Maddux</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to keeping family and friends up-to-date on the daily 
adventures that occur in the growth of Eli and Maddux (including 
the progress of Eli's clubfeet, corrected by the Ponseti Method).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1651</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8869728152482051765</id><published>2012-01-23T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:54:19.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>KidsChess</title><content type='html'>Eli's school is undergoing some renovations and additions this year, so the amount of cool, after school clubs they host is limited right now. Since Brainy Builders (aka legos) wasn't offered this year, I gave Eli the choice (if he wanted) of participating in Art, Spanish or KidsChess. He opted for Chess, but by the time he chose it over the summer, the spots for fall were already full. Luckily I was able to get him in for the spring, and he started last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I had briefed him on the game before, and reviewed some of the pieces with him before his first day, Eli had never played the game before. His best friend, Drew, was also signed up for the same time slot, so even the word 'excitement' does not do it justice. Eli came home from that first day bubbling about rooks and pawns and 'bush-ups' (bishops). All he wanted to do was play, and while we had ordered a practice chess set, it hadn't arrived yet. Luckily, the next day we found it had been delivered to our doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I think Eli and I played 37 times. He also taught Maddux pawn chess; it held her attention quite well Saturday morning. I vowed to not 'let' Eli beat me, but I did try to extend the game a bit to let him learn more and enjoy it. By the end of the weekend it took a lot less effort on my part to draw out the game because Eli was already starting to see moves before they happened. So cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8869728152482051765?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8869728152482051765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8869728152482051765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8869728152482051765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8869728152482051765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2012/01/kidschess.html' title='KidsChess'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5248342180751439681</id><published>2012-01-19T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:11:40.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>GIrls' Weekend</title><content type='html'>Maddux and I just took our first long weekend away together. She and I flew to Washington to see Uncle Jay's twins, Maddux's newest and smallest cousins. I'd already planned to go, help, change diapers, take pictures, rock babies, and get my baby fix, but Lehr had the great idea of bringing Maddux along to hang out with her older cousins and grandparents. She was sooo excited. Well, until the day we left. She went to school that morning and was reminded that the next day was pajama day for her class and she would NOT be there. She was in tears and actually told me that she didn't want to go on the airplane. I was able to calm her down by reminding her that Grandma Cathie and Eden (her 2-year old cousin) were VERY excited she was coming and I was pretty sure they would be on-board for a pajama day with her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7ogeouGnnw/TyGW2D6HPpI/AAAAAAAAFtw/ws001DAHbPU/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7ogeouGnnw/TyGW2D6HPpI/AAAAAAAAFtw/ws001DAHbPU/s320/DSC_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702004458733911698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux watched a movie on the first plane, ate and played in an indoor play area in Minneapolis, and then slept on the second plane. We arrived at 11PM Friday night, but she was a rock-star and totally well-behaved. That night she slept with me and barely moved around in the bed (that is odd for her). The next morning she got up and played with Eden and Cole for a few hours while I helped with the babies. Then she, Grandma Cathie and the two older cousins left for Grandma and Grandpa's house. From that point on, I only saw Maddux once each day for dinner. She was way too busy having a blast with everyone to even notice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she went to an indoor pool, and got 'reminded' by the lifeguard how to use the slide properly. I know she went shopping and convinced Grandma Cathie to get her a new swimsuit, and cover-up dress, and flip flops. And I know she got spoiled by love and attention all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip home was the same; Maddux watched a movie and was awesome. We had a VERY bumpy flight for our second plane ride, but she never even noticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5248342180751439681?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5248342180751439681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5248342180751439681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5248342180751439681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5248342180751439681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2012/01/girls-weekend.html' title='GIrls&apos; Weekend'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7ogeouGnnw/TyGW2D6HPpI/AAAAAAAAFtw/ws001DAHbPU/s72-c/DSC_0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5297033182230243656</id><published>2012-01-18T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:35:55.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Words/Signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Mommy Maddux</title><content type='html'>It warms my heart when I hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; and a friend or two talk about what they want to be when they grow up. No matter how many fun and cool jobs the other girl(s) throw out there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; almost always states, "I want to be a mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she does! I know this girl could run the country if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to; she's got enough initiative, charm and spunk to do it. Her calling is to be a caregiver though, even if it's only part of what she does when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we were driving to school and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; told me (again) that she wants to be a mommy when she grows up, probably because we were just with three younger cousins. Then she tells me, "For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brefix&lt;/span&gt; (breakfast) every day we'd have oatmeal and pancakes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5297033182230243656?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5297033182230243656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5297033182230243656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5297033182230243656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5297033182230243656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2012/01/mommy-maddux.html' title='Mommy Maddux'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7428294576864523273</id><published>2012-01-17T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:40:13.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Melt, Melt Melt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Babies/2012-01-H-Family/21017002_HRWvhh#%21i=1670718124&amp;amp;k=Xqkjbv4"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_RJXTH1djA/Txbnvda7O1I/AAAAAAAAFtc/Tz1D1mzh6fM/s320/201201Twins-112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698997181021371218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Babies/2012-01-H-Family/21017002_HRWvhh#%21i=1670718124&amp;amp;k=Xqkjbv4"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e2sqMIZ3gVM/TxbnXf4osdI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/7nqLAtsAfiY/s320/201201Bodie-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698996769365995986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my newest niece and (the current object of my affection and keeper of my heart) my newest nephew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7428294576864523273?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7428294576864523273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7428294576864523273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7428294576864523273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7428294576864523273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2012/01/melt-melt-melt.html' title='Melt, Melt Melt'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_RJXTH1djA/Txbnvda7O1I/AAAAAAAAFtc/Tz1D1mzh6fM/s72-c/201201Twins-112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-269621263290117808</id><published>2012-01-07T23:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:22:46.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Disney's Hollywood Studios</title><content type='html'>Given the late-night display of Eli's, I opted to have everyone sleep in a little more today, even though we could get into the park as early as 8AM. We got up around 730, got dressed and walked to the bus stop. (I must add that I had a very stern conversation with Eli before we left, letting him know that he would NOT be making choices for the family that day. He needed to remember that 'you get what you get and you don't throw a fit, or you don't get!' I know he was tired, but his meltdown last night was out of control and he was awake enough to know it and choose it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ux6zM580wBo/TwsYOeHhHMI/AAAAAAAAFrU/zZ35uw1hTzk/s1600/2012Disney-131-77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ux6zM580wBo/TwsYOeHhHMI/AAAAAAAAFrU/zZ35uw1hTzk/s320/2012Disney-131-77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695672790621953218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He listened intently, probably because he could tell I meant business, and spent the whole morning bending over backwards to make sure he was pleasant and gracious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This park was much closer to our hotel so we were still able to walk through the gates a few minutes before the 9AM opening for everyone else. The main attraction for us was to be the Star Wars 'stuff', so we walked straight over to get a fast pass. On the way we were called in to sign up for Jedi Training. A friend told me about it, but I'd totally forgotten, so I was so glad to have the Disney Cast Member remind us. We signed up and then went right to Star Tours. The kids loved it and we caught a few of the Jedi Trainings before ours. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJwJ2AW3a0g/TwsYBLWDwgI/AAAAAAAAFrI/S3s2P1ob7Dc/s1600/2012Disney-129-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJwJ2AW3a0g/TwsYBLWDwgI/AAAAAAAAFrI/S3s2P1ob7Dc/s320/2012Disney-129-75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695672562244370946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli and Maddux LOVED the Jedi Training; they both got to fight Darth Vador and ate up every second of it. Maddux was front and center on the stage and the actress leading the whole thing made a few remarks about 'no one liking a clumsy Jedi' as she looked at her - how fitting :) Then, when she was battling Vador, the same actress told Vador to not anger Maddux because 'look at her'. As if on cue, Maddux kinda lifted her shoulder and smiled at him. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw a Little Mermaid show, a Muppets show, a live stunt show, and the kids got to run around a "Honey I Shrunk The Kids" movie set playground. There were a few nighttime shows I'd planned to stay for, but around 4PM, Lehr and I decided to finish our next thing and head back to the hotel. I had a very early alarm for my race (2:45AM) and the kids were visibly tired. Lehr and the kids hit the pool when we got back while I sorted out our suitcases and my race stuff. We met by the pool for a quick bonfire marshmallow roasting and dinner. A great end to another great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34791182?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="224" width="398"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-269621263290117808?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/269621263290117808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=269621263290117808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/269621263290117808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/269621263290117808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2012/01/disneys-hollywood-studios.html' title='Disney&apos;s Hollywood Studios'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ux6zM580wBo/TwsYOeHhHMI/AAAAAAAAFrU/zZ35uw1hTzk/s72-c/2012Disney-131-77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5169539456890175640</id><published>2012-01-06T23:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:21:59.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Disney</title><content type='html'>So, on Wednesday I told the kids to pack a car suitcase because we were taking a quick road trip to Florida for Mommy's race. The kids were excited because they'd be able to watch a few movies in the car. I also told them I'd pack their suitcase because, even though we'd only be staying one night, there may be a pool at the hotel and they could swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50e5b8cbc399a7ff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50e5b8cbc399a7ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11B5D73F32B743B7EB9F161EB765483A2DD5B61F.200BCE01F7BC5187D8AEDB27EF26E3418A27D8DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50e5b8cbc399a7ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhTjOWVwe0nARY7KjrJr60H8OqgY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50e5b8cbc399a7ff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11B5D73F32B743B7EB9F161EB765483A2DD5B61F.200BCE01F7BC5187D8AEDB27EF26E3418A27D8DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50e5b8cbc399a7ff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhTjOWVwe0nARY7KjrJr60H8OqgY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About half-way to Orlando we stopped for lunch. Lehr had written a note in a blank book for Eli, indicating that we were planning to go to Disney World while we were in Florida instead of just going to Mommy's race. (Maddux got a blank book for character autographs as well.) I shot a short video of Eli reading the note; he kept asking for hours afterward, "Are we REALLY going to Disney World?" We asked both kids what Disney World was and neither could tell us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUFOF3dTxV0/Twsa88YeECI/AAAAAAAAFr4/qBSAWloxm7w/s1600/2012Disney-6-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUFOF3dTxV0/Twsa88YeECI/AAAAAAAAFr4/qBSAWloxm7w/s320/2012Disney-6-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695675788043358242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived too late to do anything Thursday night, which was fine because we had an early, long day planned for Friday. Lehr and I had made reservations to have breakfast in the Cinderella castle with the Princesses. We were the first family to arrive at the park, which was cool and eerie, all at once. After about an hour of walking around outside of the gates, we got the all-clear sign to come in and go to the castle. It was very very cool to walk along Main Street (at a fast pace, to keep in front) and see the castle with NO ONE else in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we walked into the castle, we were ushered over to Cinderella right away for autographs and a picture. Maddux was awe-struck. We then walked up a winding staircase to a fancy room where we were seated and fed a great breakfast. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7fA4WsIAKE/TwsbZhdgENI/AAAAAAAAFsE/orhJhwudKvk/s1600/2012Disney-14-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--7fA4WsIAKE/TwsbZhdgENI/AAAAAAAAFsE/orhJhwudKvk/s320/2012Disney-14-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695676279032910034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were eating, one at a time, Snow White, Ariel, Belle, and Aurora came through the room, stopping at each table to sign autographs and pose for a picture. Maddux just grinned; she was literally speechless. Our waitress tipped us off to leave breakfast before everyone else and get right in line for Rapunzel/Tangled. We didn't know if it was a ride or what, but she warned us the line soon got out of control. We got very lucky and only waited about 15 minutes. Maddux then got to meet, get an autograph and picture and talk with Rapunzel. She was VERY bubbly and engaging and Maddux loved it. (The boys got us a fast-pass for another ride while we were there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we rode one of the favorite rides, the race cars. Maddux navigated a car with me and Eli drove one with Lehr. It felt like bumper cars due to the constant impact of the car on the 'track' that kept us somewhat straight. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4n_Zg2JXqM/Twsbm_x6ggI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/_uQdQuJPT90/s1600/2012Disney-67-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4n_Zg2JXqM/Twsbm_x6ggI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/_uQdQuJPT90/s320/2012Disney-67-46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695676510509892098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids really really liked that one. From there we moved around the park, stopping for rides and attractions very often, and food out of our backpack or from a quick street vendor almost as often. Maddux and Eli also loved the teacups (much to our displeasure); it was the ride that Rapunzel told Maddux to go on. We continued around the park until 7PM when we found a spot along the parade route. We were lucky to catch a short glimpse of a show performed on the stage in front of the castle while we waited. A group of teenagers sat next to us and let the kids sit in front of them to get a better view, and even lifted Maddux up to see the princesses up for a while. At 8PM the Main Street Electric Parade started. So cool. The kids really liked it, and we had an unobstructed view. Right after that they showed a quick 'show' on the castle, and then it went straight into the fireworks. Wow. Eli couldn't stop saying that: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time all of that was done, it was late and we walked quickly to the buses, along with the rest of the park. Our hotel was about 20 minutes from Disney, and then our stop was about 20 minutes into the hotel 'complex'. Maddux fell asleep on Lehr's lap almost immediately. Eli made it until we entered the hotel area, but we were carrying both kids to the room. In the transfer from clothes to PJs to bed, Eli melted down about something, but that was the only 'bad' moment of the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ended up being a really awesome and successful day. The kids were on their feet for 16 hours (no stroller) and we had a great time. We were able to do every ride we wanted, a few of them even twice, and we never waited more than 25 minutes in any lines. Most of the time it was 10 minutes or less. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5169539456890175640?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5169539456890175640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5169539456890175640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5169539456890175640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5169539456890175640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2012/01/disney.html' title='Disney'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUFOF3dTxV0/Twsa88YeECI/AAAAAAAAFr4/qBSAWloxm7w/s72-c/2012Disney-6-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-96808303835841630</id><published>2011-12-29T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:22:27.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Week O Grandparents</title><content type='html'>It started last week when Mom-Mom arrived and it lasted until tonight when the kids and I dropped Grandma Cathie and Grandpa off at the airport. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xze2Qeetu58/TwsZHPCJVRI/AAAAAAAAFrg/RjhviwBSDW8/s1600/201112Heitsch-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xze2Qeetu58/TwsZHPCJVRI/AAAAAAAAFrg/RjhviwBSDW8/s320/201112Heitsch-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695673765825434898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although they didn't do a lot away from the house, everyone involved was exhausted from the constant playing. Mom-Mom got to share Maddux's room with her, Grandma spent many hours playing dollhouse with Maddux, and Grandpa Jim was invited to alternate his time between legos and football, both exhausting for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-Mom left on Monday, after which we took a trip to the local ice cream shop so Grandpa Jim could buy Eli a big ice cream. (Apparently there was a football bet from about a month ago to settle up on. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWUkjDc5iHY/TwsZmtuPHkI/AAAAAAAAFrw/5y0awnwyUIk/s1600/201112Heitsch-88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWUkjDc5iHY/TwsZmtuPHkI/AAAAAAAAFrw/5y0awnwyUIk/s320/201112Heitsch-88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695674306639371842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli also worked the deal so Maddux received an ice cream cone.) Then there was one afternoon when the four of them left, only to return after dinner, having gone to the bowling alley and then Target (to settle yet another bet determined at the bowling alley). Eli and Maddux were oh-so excited to have two playmates that had nothing else on their agenda but to say 'yes' to every request to play. I imagine Grandma and Grandpa slept a full twelve hours when they arrived at home…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-96808303835841630?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/96808303835841630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=96808303835841630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/96808303835841630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/96808303835841630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-o-grandparents.html' title='Week O Grandparents'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xze2Qeetu58/TwsZHPCJVRI/AAAAAAAAFrg/RjhviwBSDW8/s72-c/201112Heitsch-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6083915356045385535</id><published>2011-12-25T22:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:24:05.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gHeXhvGFA4/Twrpyjgk4jI/AAAAAAAAFqk/SNgwWT6cf1U/s1600/DSC_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gHeXhvGFA4/Twrpyjgk4jI/AAAAAAAAFqk/SNgwWT6cf1U/s320/DSC_0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695621733498020402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was awesome for our family. We all slept until 8AM-ish before the kids started to stir. We let them go wake Grandma Cathie and Grandpa Jim before congregating around the tree. In our house, Santa brings three gifts (just like Jesus got), and they are unwrapped and somewhat small. Eli was excited to find a Cars 2 DVD, a Star Wars sweatshirt and a 2-pack of Star Wars action figures. He immediately put on the sweatshirt and proceeded to wear it all day; I guess he liked it! Maddux was over the moon about her gifts: a ladybug umbrella, a Mulan DVD, and a Hello Kitty robe. For some reason she was funny about trying on the robe that morning, but she was still excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa also left stockings with small little trinkets, so we opted to open those as well. Eli and Maddux had so much fun with these small gifts; they got holiday M&amp;amp;Ms, socks, toy cars, costume jewelry, chap stick, Lego people… so fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxmkhqO6QFI/TwrqAXj0O_I/AAAAAAAAFqw/F07zKApfOLs/s1600/DSC_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxmkhqO6QFI/TwrqAXj0O_I/AAAAAAAAFqw/F07zKApfOLs/s320/DSC_0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695621970808552434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a church service at 10:30, so after stockings, we took time to grab a quick breakfast and get dressed. Maddux got all kinds of holiday-fancy, just as she had for Christmas Eve service. Eli wore his Star Wars sweatshirt. We joined our church as we shared a short service with another church. Immediately following, we were given the opportunity to bring boxes of food to a few families in need. We were very excited to be able to do this on a day that celebrates love for others. It really helped us keep our focus where it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once we got home we made Dutch Babies for brunch and opened a few more presents. Then Lehr and I gave Maddux and Eli our gift to them (we get them one thing). Eli got the space shuttle Lego set that he's been wanting for close to a year. Maddux got a dollhouse, complete with a few furnishings and a family. Both kids were super stoked.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAOagjDoQ7o/TwrqSxMYsAI/AAAAAAAAFq8/pT3XHOx9sVA/s1600/DSC_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BAOagjDoQ7o/TwrqSxMYsAI/AAAAAAAAFq8/pT3XHOx9sVA/s320/DSC_0182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695622286927245314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was filled with playing, gifts, spaghetti dinner, and a birthday cake for Jesus (the kids both chose red velvet as the flavor this year: random and odd). My favorite part, by far, were all of the homemade gifts under the tree. Each child, on their own, drew pictures, picked school projects, and made other varieties of gifts for Lehr and I, as well as the grandparents. Eli put a lot of thought into it, picking a few special school projects to give to Grandma Cathie, Grandpa Jim, and Mom-Mom. Maddux followed suit by drawing a few photos, picking a few school projects, and choosing two 'crafts' she'd made in the last six months or so to give to them. Even better was their joy in wrapping the gifts (paper lunch bags decorated with crayons and foam stickers), and best of all was their excitement to give the gifts on Christmas morning. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-6083915356045385535?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6083915356045385535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6083915356045385535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6083915356045385535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6083915356045385535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gHeXhvGFA4/Twrpyjgk4jI/AAAAAAAAFqk/SNgwWT6cf1U/s72-c/DSC_0166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3012251742127115169</id><published>2011-12-24T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:08:48.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>The kids are all hyped up because the house is full of grandparents which means attention, attention, attention. This also means a little worse behavior from Eli and Maddux as their tolerance for anything less than NOW is non-existent. (With three extra adults in the house, why SHOULD they have to settle for 'no', or 'in a minute'?) That being said, everyone is having a great time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEQwcYeulcw/TvtMaX9pkkI/AAAAAAAAFqA/iUZXHiXdiCo/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEQwcYeulcw/TvtMaX9pkkI/AAAAAAAAFqA/iUZXHiXdiCo/s320/DSC_0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691226570105655874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli played football with Grandpa Jim for extensive time both yesterday and today, and Maddux has dragged Grandma Cathie through her toys several times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got working on the meatballs as soon as we got up this morning. Eli and Maddux happily helped Grandpa Jim and Grandma Cathie as they mixed the meat, added onions, worked in the eggs...the kitchen was full of chefs! Once we finished that we enjoyed a visit from Aunt Megan and Rachel. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3iD9-aVcZE/TvtMupndnOI/AAAAAAAAFqM/wOI2SnmfVgA/s1600/DSC_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3iD9-aVcZE/TvtMupndnOI/AAAAAAAAFqM/wOI2SnmfVgA/s320/DSC_0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691226918441819362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids engaged them in an outdoor football game as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehr had to leave early for church because he was playing, so I got the kids and myself ready and prepared to turn on a special Veggie Tales movie for them. (If you've not see "Saint Nicholas", it is AWESOME if you are trying to downplay the commercialized version of Santa...and the kids love it!) Right about this time, Grandma Cathie inadvertently cut her eye while putting in her contact lens. This resulted in a trip to urgent care, then the ER. Lehr was able to come and pick up those of us still at the house for the service, and we all met back at the house around 8PM. Grandma Cathie was fine by then, but she was sporting an eye patch, so the pirate jokes were running heavy all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids picked out a few books and we had a fire after a chili and appetizer type dinner. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rpyPKjsMBk/TvtM_bwYo2I/AAAAAAAAFqY/efYE2z7YG6I/s1600/DSC_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rpyPKjsMBk/TvtM_bwYo2I/AAAAAAAAFqY/efYE2z7YG6I/s320/DSC_0154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691227206778921826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids are also allowed to open the gifts they got each other on Christmas Eve, so we followed through with that tradition. Grandma Cathie makes special 'balls' for the kids each year, so we opened that one as well. (Crepe paper wrapped in a ball shape, mixed in with a few coins, dollar bills, pieces of candy or gum, and maybe a few SMALL toys: the kids love it!) Maddux got Eli an R2D2 figure which he LOVED and Eli got Maddie a floor puzzle of the USA. She's not warmed up a whole lot to it yet, but she loves puzzles and he intends to do this one with her which will totally make her day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3012251742127115169?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3012251742127115169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3012251742127115169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3012251742127115169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3012251742127115169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eEQwcYeulcw/TvtMaX9pkkI/AAAAAAAAFqA/iUZXHiXdiCo/s72-c/DSC_0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2927523349608492953</id><published>2011-12-22T23:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:54:08.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Break Is Here!</title><content type='html'>Eli and Maddux both had their last day of school for 2011 today. Maddux's class celebrated their holiday party on Wednesday, but Eli's took place this morning. Though I wasn't in charge of anything, I did want to attend and help, if I could. The party was quite the event. The room moms and some helpers set up five stations around the room for the kids to rotate between after set timed intervals. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZo6TfreMDw/TvtJaE8CV2I/AAAAAAAAFp0/RhI-hFYmz1s/s1600/DSC_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZo6TfreMDw/TvtJaE8CV2I/AAAAAAAAFp0/RhI-hFYmz1s/s320/DSC_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691223266463733602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One had a fleece tie-blanket to complete (to be donated), one had a Bingo game with holiday M&amp;amp;M's, one had an edible snowman project, made from rice krispy treat, marshmallows and other candy, one had a really cute snowman ornament art project, and the last (where Eli started) was a sugar cookie decorating station. I had a blast helping the kids tie the blanket and then helping Eli with his snowman ornament...So glad I was able to attend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Eli's party to pick up Maddux; she had spent the day doing fun holiday activities as well. We walked up to the bus stop because it was so warm. Maddux even wore a short sleeved shirt to school with no sweatshirt or jacket today....nutty! We got home just before Mom-Mom arrived. The kids clamoured for her attention all evening until we imposed bed time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2927523349608492953?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2927523349608492953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2927523349608492953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2927523349608492953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2927523349608492953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-break-is-here.html' title='Holiday Break Is Here!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZo6TfreMDw/TvtJaE8CV2I/AAAAAAAAFp0/RhI-hFYmz1s/s72-c/DSC_0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8228998261399602476</id><published>2011-12-20T18:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:43:42.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlUSJc1wlfU/TvPqV0o6WaI/AAAAAAAAFpE/dtcwo3-PH_0/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlUSJc1wlfU/TvPqV0o6WaI/AAAAAAAAFpE/dtcwo3-PH_0/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689148414927460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I have been moving through many fun "Christmas-y" projects this season. We've done light-seeing (several times), decorating, making cards and envelopes, baking and decorating gingerbread men, making ornaments for friends, and today we checked 'Gingerbread House' off of our list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not crafty. I love to do crafts, but my ability to pull them off is very limited. When it comes to the kitchen, the story is the same. I've seen several gingerbread kits in the past (I know you didn't think I'd tackle making one from scratch...), but I'd never seen anything but shoddy construction results: icing not holding, candies weighing down the roof, etc. I picked up a kit at Target last week, one that contained enough for five small houses rather than one big one to argue over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWTKkAtBETE/TvPqkQt-phI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/4Hcm2Wt1stY/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWTKkAtBETE/TvPqkQt-phI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/4Hcm2Wt1stY/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689148662983075346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled it out after school today, I warned the kids that sometimes these things don't work as well as we might hope. I told them it would be fun regardless, but to not get upset if a house collapsed due to it's own weight. (One of the children has a more difficult time accepting events that don't occur as planned or expected, so it's always best to warn him, uhhh, or her, beforehand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon opening the package we discovered two pieces that were already broken: awesome start. At least that made it easier to divide the houses evenly, right? When I finally broke open the white icing (it was really difficult.....another sign, I thought), I went to work putting one of the kid's houses together so it could dry and they could decorate. Immediately my mood brightened because the icing stuck and HELD from the moment I applied it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rc6Uu44KaNY/TvPqvcQvEmI/AAAAAAAAFpc/h4DVsCumYjk/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rc6Uu44KaNY/TvPqvcQvEmI/AAAAAAAAFpc/h4DVsCumYjk/s320/DSC_0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689148855060206178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was even better than hot glue! Maybe it had to do with the houses being smaller and not as heavy, but this project went off without a hitch. The kids had a blast decorating with gumdrops and little candy balls and colored icing. No arguing, no complaining, just smiles and laughter...kinda amazing. I will definitely attempt this project again next year. As long as I can find the same awesome green box at Target, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8228998261399602476?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8228998261399602476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8228998261399602476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8228998261399602476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8228998261399602476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/gingerbread-houses.html' title='Gingerbread Houses'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qlUSJc1wlfU/TvPqV0o6WaI/AAAAAAAAFpE/dtcwo3-PH_0/s72-c/DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2326987651559203960</id><published>2011-12-17T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:18:11.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Here We Come A-Wassailing</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things to do each holiday season is light-sight-seeing. We go at least once a week, usually 2-3 times. The kids have really come to love it as well (who wouldn't!), and we all have our favorite neighborhoods and houses that we revisit often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite addition to this tradition this year is the caroling. Eli has asked at least twice in the last week if we could sing Christmas songs while we drive. Mind you, I already have holiday music playing in the car, but that is not enough for my boy. So so so loving our place in life right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2326987651559203960?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2326987651559203960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2326987651559203960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2326987651559203960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2326987651559203960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-we-come-wassailing.html' title='Here We Come A-Wassailing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7927201525893074184</id><published>2011-12-15T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:11:27.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Just Sit Back and Relax</title><content type='html'>So we have ups and downs with both kids. Eli gets a bit 'unpredictable' when he is low on sleep and Maddux is going through a phase that I can't quite name because it encompasses so many *fun* aspects. For this post I am throwing all of that out the window and will shamelessly explain what just happened before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Eli's request, the book tonight was the Bible, specifically his Action Bible. Last night he read about the birth of Jesus with Lehr, so tonight we tackled when Jesus went to the Temples in Jerusalem when he was 12. Eli asked a few questions, and we moved on to the &lt;a href="http://www.orangeparents.org/"&gt;Orange Parenting&lt;/a&gt; video for the week. (I have the app on my phone and the kids absolutely love it...so do I!) This video was about struggling with having and wanting 'stuff', and how stuff is fine as long as it doesn't become more important than people or Jesus. We had barely turned off the phone when Eli said, "I think I will just keep four of my presents at Christmas and then give the rest to the family." (Sidenote:  during the reading or the video, we talked about the opportunity we've  been given on Christmas day to deliver food to a family who needs it. This is 'the family' Eli is speaking of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course my mouth is hanging open and tears are welling in my eyes and I want to say, "Oh sweetheart, you don't have to give up your presents." But I don't; I let him keep talking. "Mom, I think what I'll do is open the presents, and then I'll pick four to keep and bring the others, like maybe legos or books or cars, to the family when we bring them food." I take a deep breath and tell him that his idea is awesome and that I love his heart. I didn't want to make him sign a contract binding him to it, but I also wanted him to think about it more and hopefully go through with it, but of his own free will. I asked him to pray about it and remember that on Christmas morning. At this point Maddux says, "Mom, I think I'll do that next year. Not this year, but definitely next year." I told her that was fine and that it was a great idea no matter what year it was. But a few minutes later she changed her mind and said she wanted to bring some presents too, but she wanted us to wrap them back up so that the kids could open them for themselves. I then reminded the kids that we didn't know what family we'd be delivering to yet, and they might not have kids the same age as them. Eli said then he'd just bring the gifts back home and give them to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully realize that as amazing and generous as this conversation was, the thrill and shiny new of Christmas morning may change things. But it was a conversation prompted by the kids and I am choosing to see it as a step in the best possible direction. I think I'll go to bed right now and end my day on the best possible note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7927201525893074184?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7927201525893074184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7927201525893074184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7927201525893074184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7927201525893074184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-sit-back-and-relax.html' title='Just Sit Back and Relax'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3609679811465802511</id><published>2011-12-13T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:32:00.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='read'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Just before Thanksgiving, Eli and I started reading the first Harry Potter books. I read them before the kids were born, but haven't see any of the movies since the third one, and haven't touched the books in as long as Maddux has been alive. Eli has become interested due to exposure from his older friends, so I thought it was a good time to start the awesome series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the get-go, Eli was REALLY into the book. I read about a chapter each night (sometimes two nights if they were longer chapters), and we always started the reading by reviewing what had just happened. Eli could always tell me most everything that happened the night before. We finished the book last Friday, and watched the movie on Saturday. Eli was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of this whole process was seeing Eli 'see' the book in his head as we read it. He'd look at the tiny pictures at the start of each chapter, but usually he would tell me that the picture didn't look at all like he thought that character should look. When he finally saw the movie, he went into great detail with me about how different the movie was from the book. For him, Fluffy and Fang looked totally not like he expected, and he imagined the Quiddich field to be more like a soccer field with one hoop at each end. As Eli told me about this, his eyes were so animated...he was truly engaged. We've already started the second book....Eli can't wait to find out what Harry did to Dudley over the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3609679811465802511?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3609679811465802511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3609679811465802511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3609679811465802511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3609679811465802511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2995766833219428165</id><published>2011-12-12T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:21:20.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>All Boy (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Whitney/20446663_8jbrLr#1618351811_g4qD3Lk"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NW8qm9_l4Y8/Tui-0qoakJI/AAAAAAAAFo0/Zzq2WUZRigQ/s320/201111Whitney-183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686004341561528466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Whitney/20446663_8jbrLr#1618351811_g4qD3Lk"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uk37DZi-5os/Tui-krtZuRI/AAAAAAAAFoo/QLIKi6gyz3M/s320/201111Whitney-218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686004066972973330" 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/25822131-2995766833219428165?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2995766833219428165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2995766833219428165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2995766833219428165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2995766833219428165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-boy-photo-shoot.html' title='All Boy (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NW8qm9_l4Y8/Tui-0qoakJI/AAAAAAAAFo0/Zzq2WUZRigQ/s72-c/201111Whitney-183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5008399907743490686</id><published>2011-12-09T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:18:29.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Day (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Selby/20315711_czXZWJ#1606646451_2k7rhxj"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBGGQ0Sv_p4/Tui-IX_THFI/AAAAAAAAFoc/aOcocU_D_00/s320/201111Selby-606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686003580642991186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Selby/20315711_czXZWJ#1606646451_2k7rhxj"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PC1cDJ-7opI/Tui95M7VngI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/LDgsPp9am00/s320/201111Selby-23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686003319975550466" 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/25822131-5008399907743490686?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5008399907743490686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5008399907743490686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5008399907743490686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5008399907743490686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-day-photo-shoot.html' title='Happy Day (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBGGQ0Sv_p4/Tui-IX_THFI/AAAAAAAAFoc/aOcocU_D_00/s72-c/201111Selby-606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5060943909886505410</id><published>2011-12-08T21:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:34:04.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>Just a warning....this is what is going on in my head 24/7 these days. This is all just a stream of thoughts that are ending up in the same post, in no real order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you may think I'm a Grinch. I am not a fan of the premise behind the adorable elves everyone has in their house. I cringe each time someone asks my kids if they've been good this year and what did they ask Santa for. And I ask friends and family over and over again to 'back off' on the gifts. I'm not trying to defend myself, but I do want to let you know where I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our family, Santa's always come with three gifts for each of the kids. Nothing big, usually a book or a small toy or a game. If (and I mean if) there is a 'big' item under the tree, it's been from Lehr and I. And we only give the kids one gift. When we talk about Santa, the truth about who Saint Nicholas was is the basis of our conversation; Santa was a SAINT who gave gifts to orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I LOVE Christmas and all things traditionally representing the holiday. I believe in the good of Santa and the joy he can add to the season. I have many Santa decorations all over my house and I smile every time I see his face around the holidays. And I also love the concept of suspending reality in honor of innocently believing in some magic, Christmas or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; like is the frenzy that Santa (the distorted version, if you will) can cause in kids and parents. I'm sure most families in America have children that receive gifts from their immediate family, their extended family, family friends, etc. Do we REALLY need one more 'person' to give them gifts in excess? How many times have you looked around at all of the gifts you had to wrap, or looked around the tree after the gifts were unwrapped and though, "Where did all of this stuff come from?!" (Can I get a "STOP THE INSANITY"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just rambling, and I'm so high up on my soap box that I can't even see the ground... I don't claim to have all of the answers or even some of the right ones; Lehr and I are working through parenting just like everyone else. But when I see my kids get involved in picking out gifts for other families we adopt around the holidays, or when I see them get excited about making gifts or cards for loved ones in lieu of store-bought gifts, I know that throwing that away in order to play up a Santa that spoils them would just be a disservice. And then I read&lt;a href="http://jenhatmaker.com/blog/2011/11/29/the-christmas-conundrum#.TuAUiasP0vB.facebook"&gt; a blog like this &lt;/a&gt;and realize that we are not alone in our quest, and that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are we doing Santa this year? Yes. The kids will each get three gifts, unwrapped, from the fat man in a red suit. Hopefully what they will get from St. Nicholas is love and compassion for the families they helped me shop for. Will we do Santa next year? The jury is still out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5060943909886505410?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5060943909886505410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5060943909886505410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5060943909886505410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5060943909886505410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8932768673457867672</id><published>2011-12-07T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:24:52.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Stealing</title><content type='html'>Gulp. Big deal. BIIIIG deal. Even when the item in question is small potatoes. The kids have definitely 'borrowed' things from each other from time to time, but until last week we've not had either of them take something from anywhere outside of their house (that we know of!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoons find us at Atlanta Swim for the kids' lessons. Once they finish the lesson, they may have earned the privilege of visiting the treasure box. Inside there are stickers, erasers, small toys, etc. Very close to the box are many other boxes with candy. Last week Eli earned the Treasure Box, so I let him go in by himself and pick something out. Sometimes there is candy in there, and on this particular day I asked Eli to NOT choose candy. No problem, he came back a minute later with a small eraser for his pencil. The rest of the afternoon went perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 10PM when I sneak into the kids' rooms to kiss them before I go to bed. Eli is snoring on his pillow, next to a half-eaten push-pop candy that is now stuck to his pillow. Busted. I knew exactly where it came from because there is no other place we'd been that carried such an item. I asked Lehr to talk to him at breakfast about it and I'd handle the big consequences when he got home. (Lehr said Eli's eyes popped out of his head when he saw Daddy pull out the candy at breakfast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eli got home from school we had a quick snack and then got down to the nitty gritty. Eli swore that he didn't know it cost money. I can believe that. However, I reminded him that it wasn't in the main treasure box AND I'd asked him to not get candy. If he honestly thought what he was doing was ok, he wouldn't have hid it from me. We talked about writing some sentences and then I informed him that he would be bringing the money necessary to cover the cost to the store the following week for his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Eli didn't like it, he accepted all of this pretty well. As the week went on, however, I got nervous that Eli would hem and haw about actually apologizing once we arrived for his lesson; he is typically not comfortable talking with adults, especially those he doesn't know. So when the weekend arrived, I checked back in with him to make sure he still had his $1.06 set aside and to see if he knew yet what he wanted to say to the cashier. He assured me he had it covered. I took that opportunity to let him know that we would allow 10 extra minutes before his lesson for the apology, but that he needed to be on time to his lesson. If he was not able to do what he had to do by his lesson time, he would miss it, and he would then have to pay Lehr and I $20 to cover the cost of the missed lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday arrived and Eli got his bag of money. While in the car I asked him to review quickly what he would say, which he did. I knew he was prepared, but I still didn't know what to expect. When we walked into the store, Eli walked right over to the counter and handed the cashier the bag, telling her, "Last week I took a push-pop and didn't pay. Please forgive me." It was a little rushed, but he looked straight at her and spoke loud enough for her to hear him. Really shocked and really proud. We struggle a LOT with Eli looking adults in the eye when it's a serous matter (even us), and everything about his apology was correct. I know he was nervous as heck because his leg was twitching, almost like he was keeping time with his knee, but he still did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing: Eli asked me just before we left what would happen if the candy ended up costing less than we'd assumed. The line of questioning sounded a bit like he was planning to ask to buy something with the leftover money. Not cool. I quickly redirected him, saying that we were going to present them with this money and hope that they accepted it rather than calling the police because of the stealing. His eyes got big and he backed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8932768673457867672?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8932768673457867672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8932768673457867672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8932768673457867672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8932768673457867672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/stealing.html' title='Stealing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-79483684548162260</id><published>2011-12-06T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:14:56.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Outside (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Category/2011-11-Hong-Engagement/20480029_RsXNmC#1621448468_3VvkzGW"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4gzG28l7Xc/Tui88ubLGaI/AAAAAAAAFns/gHss0yvgLis/s320/201111HongEngagement-455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686002280995428770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Category/2011-11-Hong-Engagement/20480029_RsXNmC#1621448468_3VvkzGW"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qri1xTcJMRo/Tui9ITLvsWI/AAAAAAAAFn4/njcc-j-6cgM/s320/201111HongEngagement-396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686002479841390946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Category/2011-11-Hong-Engagement/20480029_RsXNmC#1621448468_3VvkzGW"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE6yt85bn-4/Tui9TtLFOJI/AAAAAAAAFoE/tAhWciIKcN8/s320/201111HongEngagement-538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686002675796490386" 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/25822131-79483684548162260?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/79483684548162260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=79483684548162260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/79483684548162260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/79483684548162260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-its-cold-outside-photo-shoot.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Outside (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4gzG28l7Xc/Tui88ubLGaI/AAAAAAAAFns/gHss0yvgLis/s72-c/201111HongEngagement-455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4473727929474968986</id><published>2011-12-02T15:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:40:57.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Dum-Ditty-Dum-Ditty-Dum-Dum-Dum</title><content type='html'>Eli's been rockin' the drums as much as ever lately. Lehr has had the opportunity to play more often at church which means Eli has been able to sit in the laundry room with Lehr while he practices. Of course he requests a playlist CD every week that Lehr plays, so that he can listen to and practice those songs for himself in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Lehr played six songs, and Eli really really liked two of them. He practiced a lot with Lehr and even got to attend Tuesday night rehearsal (no school the next day). Here are clips of the two songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qrFbN_oiidI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NDi4opMNEI4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4473727929474968986?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4473727929474968986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4473727929474968986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4473727929474968986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4473727929474968986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/12/dum-ditty-dum-ditty-dum-dum-dum.html' title='Dum-Ditty-Dum-Ditty-Dum-Dum-Dum'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qrFbN_oiidI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-116528521038595045</id><published>2011-11-30T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:35:42.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Family Affair (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Hong/20367943_kqgdFk#1611446087_W9zBKLG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EI4gJPk_Yk/TtfywsffOwI/AAAAAAAAFmw/yPFAe_O_HxU/s320/201111Hong-153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681276373342042882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Hong/20367943_kqgdFk#1611446087_W9zBKLG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3c3PfUlXKQ/TtfzCYfheWI/AAAAAAAAFm8/KmMCEqAOb2M/s320/201111Hong-299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681276677211126114" 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/25822131-116528521038595045?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/116528521038595045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=116528521038595045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/116528521038595045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/116528521038595045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-affair-photo-shoot.html' title='Family Affair (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EI4gJPk_Yk/TtfywsffOwI/AAAAAAAAFmw/yPFAe_O_HxU/s72-c/201111Hong-153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1406835514083572522</id><published>2011-11-29T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:14:21.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Polar Express</title><content type='html'>Maddux and Lehr went on a date to her school tonight. They were to dress in PJs and come prepared to drink hot cocoa. Done and done. Maddux picked out her favorite pajamas: pink one piece fleece footies with monkeys and candy canes all over. Daddy wore jeans :) All of the 4 year olds and their dads gathered in the social hall and received a hot chocolate and cookie. After everyone was seated, a special guest read from the book and then showed a little bit of the movie, and then read and then showed some movie. The whole evening lasted about an hour and Maddux ate every bit of it up. She really loved taking her Daddy to school to show him off too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-1406835514083572522?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1406835514083572522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1406835514083572522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1406835514083572522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1406835514083572522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/polar-express.html' title='Polar Express'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4909102520204399930</id><published>2011-11-28T16:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:38:28.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ff9GsnIXcg/Ttk3Chs22bI/AAAAAAAAFng/tvIVvW2DnYE/s1600/DSC_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ff9GsnIXcg/Ttk3Chs22bI/AAAAAAAAFng/tvIVvW2DnYE/s320/DSC_0660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681632921450371506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has always been my preference to put up our Christmas tree and decorations the weekend of Thanksgiving. It takes at least a whole day (or three) and I love to enjoy them all month long. As we've done the last few years, we drove a few extra miles to a local tree farm to cut down our own tree. The kids love it, adn I'm not sure they'd be content to go to a parking lot to pick out a tree anymore. (I know I wouldn't!) The kids ran around the trees, measuring how tall they were compared to some and ultimately picking one that we all agreed on. (Honestly, they are all exactly the same!) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpo_T2eppvc/Ttk23AylsSI/AAAAAAAAFnU/BcTF0dtGsFQ/s1600/DSC_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpo_T2eppvc/Ttk23AylsSI/AAAAAAAAFnU/BcTF0dtGsFQ/s320/DSC_0510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681632723637481762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli and Maddux helped Lehr carry it back to the hut where they shook it (to get out any wildlife) and wrapped it and stuck it on top of our car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux and Eli were exceptionally excited because the lady that runs the tree farm gave them each a candy cane (which we let them eat right away) and a small ceramic tree ornament, just like they did last year. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VbaWYcsmzeo/Ttk2uKceP-I/AAAAAAAAFnI/2i2hadV7fcw/s1600/DSC_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VbaWYcsmzeo/Ttk2uKceP-I/AAAAAAAAFnI/2i2hadV7fcw/s320/DSC_0692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681632571610251234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My two elves are proving to be very into all things Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, both kids really REALLY enjoyed decorating it this year. And an added bonus was that no ornaments were dropped or broken!! I think we've already read seven Christmas books and we still have a huge stack untouched. Happy Holidays :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4909102520204399930?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4909102520204399930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4909102520204399930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4909102520204399930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4909102520204399930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ff9GsnIXcg/Ttk3Chs22bI/AAAAAAAAFng/tvIVvW2DnYE/s72-c/DSC_0660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5579997939147733840</id><published>2011-11-24T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:28:20.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdoV_ZrOMzk/TtLhJlPM6LI/AAAAAAAAFmM/Dz0f-qdsx_o/s1600/DSC_0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdoV_ZrOMzk/TtLhJlPM6LI/AAAAAAAAFmM/Dz0f-qdsx_o/s320/DSC_0690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679849634798561458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I have had a fun week. We've not done too many out-of-the-house things, but we've still had a great time. Tuesday we did do something I've wanted to do for a few years: pottery painting. Before the kids were born, I used to paint a bowl or a mug every holiday season. This was the first year I felt I could take the kids and they could independently participate. The whole thing went pretty well, actually. I did have to wipe Eli's bowl clean twice so that he could start again, but by the end the three of us walked out happy and not too covered in paint. We also made Pilgrim hat cookies. The kids loved delivering them to a few friends, after they sampled them, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbZlLqloSak/TtLjU8jkHVI/AAAAAAAAFmY/E0eKpK_tT9c/s1600/DSC_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbZlLqloSak/TtLjU8jkHVI/AAAAAAAAFmY/E0eKpK_tT9c/s320/DSC_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679852029059800402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was just the four of us. We've never had Thanksgiving with just our family....we've always had family or friends, or both, join us. Although we had the TV on all day (WAY out of the norm for us!), it was a very fun, connected day. The parade is a must-watch for me and the kids really enjoyed and really got into it. After that was football, football, football, which Eli liked, and Maddux tolerated. We played some football outside, we all helped cook at some point, and we had a video chat with Grandma Cathie and Grandpa Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvGErHbQ3mY/TtLjlO6_7NI/AAAAAAAAFmk/L97zyAit9cI/s1600/DSC_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvGErHbQ3mY/TtLjlO6_7NI/AAAAAAAAFmk/L97zyAit9cI/s320/DSC_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679852308867837138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the kids didn't really care for much of the main event meal, they sampled everything and never complained at all. IN FACT, when we said our breakfast prayer (before pumpkin pancakes - yum!), Eli even said (unprompted), "I'm thankful for Mommy and Daddy." It doesn't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehr and I got some sparkling grape juice for the kids to drink in wine glasses with us for dinner. That, coupled with a few candles and our china made it a very special meal. After we finished, the four of us went for a walk/bike ride around the neighborhood. It was so warm during the day that even though the sun was going down, it was still very enjoyable outside. We had a serving of apple crisp and ice cream for dessert before baths; the perfect end to our perfect day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5579997939147733840?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5579997939147733840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5579997939147733840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5579997939147733840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5579997939147733840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PdoV_ZrOMzk/TtLhJlPM6LI/AAAAAAAAFmM/Dz0f-qdsx_o/s72-c/DSC_0690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4606785936221760865</id><published>2011-11-21T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:38:37.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Fall Rocks (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Caldwell/20234147_TpCc86#1599278184_5rnP98T"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_QoXINhpkvQ/Ts1nfUv1q0I/AAAAAAAAFlc/4QRonUkyxcg/s320/201111Caldwell-86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678308493027027778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Caldwell/20234147_TpCc86#1599278184_5rnP98T"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tobr76CGhQ/Ts1nqXTyO7I/AAAAAAAAFlo/13BY9flLty0/s320/201111Caldwell-106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678308682693229490" 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/25822131-4606785936221760865?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4606785936221760865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4606785936221760865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4606785936221760865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4606785936221760865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-rocks-photo-shoot.html' title='Fall Rocks (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_QoXINhpkvQ/Ts1nfUv1q0I/AAAAAAAAFlc/4QRonUkyxcg/s72-c/201111Caldwell-86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7063295966568778412</id><published>2011-11-20T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:40:50.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Early Years (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Babies/2011-11-Hamilton/20182904_84kwvC#1593995080_7fsfSjH"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ODLJdTg7wFM/Tsp-98JR7gI/AAAAAAAAFkg/X9eMffVJzWc/s320/201111Hamilton-331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677489882836102658" 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/25822131-7063295966568778412?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7063295966568778412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7063295966568778412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7063295966568778412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7063295966568778412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/early-years-photo-shoot.html' title='The Early Years (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ODLJdTg7wFM/Tsp-98JR7gI/AAAAAAAAFkg/X9eMffVJzWc/s72-c/201111Hamilton-331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3889314182235561681</id><published>2011-11-19T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:35:19.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Landforms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyQTN1DYHTw/Ts1mwV342rI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/n5eHkAFSTsM/s1600/kids-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyQTN1DYHTw/Ts1mwV342rI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/n5eHkAFSTsM/s320/kids-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678307685875374770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli's class has been studying the earth and it's landforms in the last few weeks. He's come off of the bus several times spouting all kinds of information about mountains or valleys or the such. Yesterday he bounced down the bus stairs carrying a paper plate, yelling "LAND FORM COOKIE!!!" His class had decorated large sugar cookies to represent landforms. Eli had an ocean, a river, a plateau, a valley and a mountain. And the stars were aligned because the first thing he asked me was, "Mommy, when we get home, can Maddux and I share my cookie for snack?" Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3889314182235561681?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3889314182235561681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3889314182235561681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3889314182235561681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3889314182235561681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/landforms.html' title='Landforms'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyQTN1DYHTw/Ts1mwV342rI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/n5eHkAFSTsM/s72-c/kids-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5788907640652384215</id><published>2011-11-18T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:26:34.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQeYqGOR6qI/Ts1k9IDSTnI/AAAAAAAAFlE/uh7ze67vZAI/s1600/kids-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQeYqGOR6qI/Ts1k9IDSTnI/AAAAAAAAFlE/uh7ze67vZAI/s320/kids-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678305706480127602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddux had her Pre-K Thanksgiving feast today. Each child (aka Mom) got to bring in a dish to share with the rest of the kids, and all three classes ate together in the social hall of the school. I worked with five other moms to get the hall ready with food and decorations. All of the kids made their own Thanksgiving place mats, which we set out at tables covered in table cloths. Once they arrived, we ushered them through a buffet line (while we served them). So so many foods represented on the table: turkey, ham, bread, corn muffins, sweet potatoes, broccoli, corn, mashed potatoes, mac-n-cheese, apples, cheese, grapes and carrots were all accounted for. I was very impressed at the variety on most kids' plates; several even came back for seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux and her friends wore special shirts to the feast, made out of pillowcases they'd decorated. The teachers had written their Native American names on the backs of the shirts. Maddux's name was "Wild Rose". It didn't surprise me at all that the word 'wild' was involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5788907640652384215?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5788907640652384215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5788907640652384215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5788907640652384215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5788907640652384215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-lunch.html' title='Thanksgiving Lunch'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQeYqGOR6qI/Ts1k9IDSTnI/AAAAAAAAFlE/uh7ze67vZAI/s72-c/kids-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4871455599610379510</id><published>2011-11-14T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:03:22.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Hot-N-Cold</title><content type='html'>What a day! The kids have swim lessons just after Eli gets off of the bus on Monday. This could send our week into a tizzy with the 'go-go-go', but so far it has really worked well for us. Today we hurried a little more than usual, just because we had Eli's baseball party right after swim was over, but it still didn't cause too much craziness at all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Ik4UlDVTY/TtLdbSZY-RI/AAAAAAAAFl0/uHkIeW4s3VY/s1600/2011EliasonFall-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Ik4UlDVTY/TtLdbSZY-RI/AAAAAAAAFl0/uHkIeW4s3VY/s320/2011EliasonFall-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679845540932155666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great few minutes at the house before we left, complete with Eli and Maddux getting along really well. Swim was awesome, as expected. Maddux is starting to goof off a little in class, now that she's comfortable with the teacher and the kids, but she is still flapping her fishy flippers pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was across the street from our swim lesson, so we had a 20-minute cushion of time between. The kids and I had some great conversation, complete with Eli telling me, "Mom, I love you more than you know." It's those moments that melt my heart. First off, how can your child saying that NOT move you to the core. But it means even more to me because it's something I say to the kids often, so it tells me that Eli IS listening and he DOES know that I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7ULiadBkDU/TtLdxRe6_VI/AAAAAAAAFmA/3dTJemf_NgI/s1600/2011EliasonFall-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7ULiadBkDU/TtLdxRe6_VI/AAAAAAAAFmA/3dTJemf_NgI/s320/2011EliasonFall-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679845918644043090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli's party was fine - some crazy boys and some crazy behavior, but Eli did really well, keeping himself well-behaved the whole time. The kids watched some slide shows of game pictures and some video footage of the season. They ate dinner and received trophies for participating with the team. After that, the coach passed out four "MVP"-type trophies. Eli received one: Most Aggressive Player. We were so proud of him for giving effort at a level that allowed him to stand out in a crowd of many good players. Even more, I was shocked; if you had told me two years ago, even one season ago, that Eli's name would be in the same sentence as 'aggressive', I wouldn't have believed you. But that boy came a long way this season and he did start playing with more sense of urgency than I've seen in him before. It made for great conversations on the way home about how proud I was of his effort and unwillingness to give up. (The two of us were in the car alone; Maddux rode home with Lehr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the great conversation was followed by a monumental meltdown by Eli when we got home. I don't even remember what set him off this time, but he was beside himself, out of control. 100% due to fatigue, still 100% unacceptable. The good news is these crazy 'episodes' are much fewer and farther between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4871455599610379510?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4871455599610379510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4871455599610379510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4871455599610379510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4871455599610379510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-n-cold.html' title='Hot-N-Cold'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Ik4UlDVTY/TtLdbSZY-RI/AAAAAAAAFl0/uHkIeW4s3VY/s72-c/2011EliasonFall-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-9024602327812307388</id><published>2011-11-14T19:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:40:03.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Great Expectations (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Coley/20098055_9DdVgX#1585890069_WCXS76R"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBrvzvH5gRM/TsMGEa4DPmI/AAAAAAAAFkM/DlWt6q7EEPM/s320/201111Coley-209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675386628420615778" 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/25822131-9024602327812307388?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/9024602327812307388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=9024602327812307388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9024602327812307388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9024602327812307388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-expectations-photo-shoot.html' title='Great Expectations (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBrvzvH5gRM/TsMGEa4DPmI/AAAAAAAAFkM/DlWt6q7EEPM/s72-c/201111Coley-209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7199519294300342738</id><published>2011-11-14T12:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:01:27.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Children's Wish Family</title><content type='html'>As long as the kids have been on this earth we've had the opportunity to participate in an awesome celebration of the holidays through our local Children's Wish Family organization. We join forced with a few other families and adopt a family in need for the holidays. The families served by this organization are struggling with many things, finances among them, due to one or more child's illnesses. It has always been our goal to not just buy a gift or two for each family member, but to exhaust each 'wants/needs' list as best we can. Once again, we were fortunate enough to find several other families to join with us and serve a whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few no-school days in November, so the kids and I had a chance to tackle the lists together. I love taking the kids with me to shop for these families because of the conversations that come out of it. This year I was so proud that the kids each picked something from the dollar bin at Target for the child we were buying for. The money came from their own spending money - yay, God!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7199519294300342738?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7199519294300342738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7199519294300342738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7199519294300342738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7199519294300342738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/childrens-wish-family.html' title='Children&apos;s Wish Family'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4961597038167641909</id><published>2011-11-13T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:25:05.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-vA6JkphlU/TsrBRFNk7wI/AAAAAAAAFks/WSpnCJzcK2Y/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-vA6JkphlU/TsrBRFNk7wI/AAAAAAAAFks/WSpnCJzcK2Y/s200/DSC_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677562779454992130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited to bring home her class pet this weekend. She was Star Student in her class last week, so her final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; was to bring Ike home to stay for a few nights. Ike is a stuffed dog that gets into lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mischief&lt;/span&gt; in the classroom. He came home with his bag full of clothes, a blanket and a bone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; ate every minute of it up! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tcMY2Gs9Tgc/TsrBjL-qgWI/AAAAAAAAFk4/DKifnZWZ_u4/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tcMY2Gs9Tgc/TsrBjL-qgWI/AAAAAAAAFk4/DKifnZWZ_u4/s200/DSC_0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677563090509136226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She dressed him each day and each night (he had PJ's too!), and he slept in bed with her. Every morning, afternoon and night she fed him his bone in a bowl. Ike went to every store, every errand, every playground trip....he was a well-traveled dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4961597038167641909?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4961597038167641909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4961597038167641909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4961597038167641909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4961597038167641909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/ike.html' title='Ike'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-vA6JkphlU/TsrBRFNk7wI/AAAAAAAAFks/WSpnCJzcK2Y/s72-c/DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1495796313890524488</id><published>2011-11-12T20:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:36:13.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>Today was honestly a perfect day. No meltdowns (even though there easily could have been), no fights, and lots of good family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DlWdY0_Pfw/TsMFIcFjPnI/AAAAAAAAFkA/uT__jxWXCl0/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DlWdY0_Pfw/TsMFIcFjPnI/AAAAAAAAFkA/uT__jxWXCl0/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675385597953523314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night we were out at an event with neighbors late...very late. The kids had to be up by 8AM, but they were up at 7:30, of course. This could have been a recipe for disaster given their 10:15PM bedtime, but they remained well behaved all day. We started our perfect day with a food drive. Another family invited us to help them collect cans in their neighborhood. The four of us drove around, picking up bags at houses for a few hours. The kids really got into it, watching houses for bags and trying to lift the lighter ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got home, Lehr ran a quick errand, so the kids and I made a huge leaf pile. It was beautiful outside, so we raked and raked, then jumped and raked, then jumped again. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkdK59GDoNk/TsMEaeM3sCI/AAAAAAAAFjo/FlUmfuTgviE/s1600/2011EliasonFall-101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lkdK59GDoNk/TsMEaeM3sCI/AAAAAAAAFjo/FlUmfuTgviE/s320/2011EliasonFall-101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675384808247111714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few hours later we had a quick lunch before going back out to finish raking the leaves and then bagging them. Six HUGE bags later, we were done. Then we moved to the backyard to mow and rake and sweep. Still really good moods. Just before dinner time I had to go to a shoot, but the kids and Lehr remained outside, playing and working until I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was late and we had no meal plan, we decided to try a new restaurant just down the street.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IC4EYzhde-4/TsME9LlzvkI/AAAAAAAAFj0/hhPIEdOeJNk/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IC4EYzhde-4/TsME9LlzvkI/AAAAAAAAFj0/hhPIEdOeJNk/s320/DSC_0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675385404546858562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We assumed it to be casual, but it ended up being a little more 'fancy', which meant it took a little longer for us to get our food and the kids had to be a little more 'controlled'. They totally stepped up to the plate, even though they were totally exhausted and the restaurant's offering of foods was very foreign to the kids. So many chances for meltdowns, but not one occurred. Lehr and I agreed to reward this before the moment escaped us. We stopped at Publix on the way home for some frozen yogurt. Then we lit a fire (it was really cold outside!) and ate our bowls of ice cream in front of the fire. Life is good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-1495796313890524488?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1495796313890524488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1495796313890524488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1495796313890524488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1495796313890524488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect-day.html' title='Perfect Day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DlWdY0_Pfw/TsMFIcFjPnI/AAAAAAAAFkA/uT__jxWXCl0/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-507807226755310983</id><published>2011-11-11T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:27:31.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Have You Considered?</title><content type='html'>Since Eli and Maddux were born, we've been trying to make our giving very known to them. Not to elevate ourselves, but to remind them that everything we have is a gift, and we need to share those gifts with others. If we can provide for others, it is both our responsibility and opportunity to do so. While we do several giving-type things during the holidays, the one that I think they enjoy the most is flipping through the World Vision catalog and picking out gifts such as fishing kids, mosquito nets, goats and chickens to have sent to families all over the world. While we're choosing what to purchase, the kids ask all sorts of questions and hopefully learn more about the world around them. Maddux asks about the chickens every year, though I still don't think she understands that at one point the chickens themselves may be eaten. And my favorite question of Eli's this year (even though we've covered it before) was, "Mommy, how do they use nets to catch mosquitoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this sounds like something you'd like to do with your family, I urge you to check out &lt;a href="http://donate.worldvision.org/OA_HTML/xxwv2ibeCCtpSctDspRte.jsp?lpos=top_drp_WaysToGive_Gift+Catalog&amp;amp;go=gift&amp;amp;&amp;amp;section=10389"&gt;World Vision's online catalog&lt;/a&gt; (or request a paper one to be sent to you), OR check out a site our church is going live with this week: &lt;a href="http://www.spendless2givemore.org/"&gt;spendless2givemore.org.&lt;/a&gt; We hope you'll join us in celebrating our Savior's birth in a way that glorifies Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0o3C5yH77A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0o3C5yH77A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-507807226755310983?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/507807226755310983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=507807226755310983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/507807226755310983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/507807226755310983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-you-considered.html' title='Have You Considered?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1891479515943525935</id><published>2011-11-10T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:57:12.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Happy And They Know It (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Dailey/20028086_TzvB7z#1578719041_6Pw8Ws5"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82A7R_wSpUk/TsJ8thmnF9I/AAAAAAAAFjQ/McQD4HbE-0A/s320/201111Dailey-308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675235601996519378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-11-Dailey/20028086_TzvB7z#1578719041_6Pw8Ws5"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RosJAT0wQUY/TsJ9G1bK2gI/AAAAAAAAFjc/7mZVVfdI-tI/s320/201111Dailey-155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675236036813969922" 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/25822131-1891479515943525935?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1891479515943525935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1891479515943525935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1891479515943525935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1891479515943525935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-and-they-know-it-photo-shoot.html' title='Happy And They Know It (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82A7R_wSpUk/TsJ8thmnF9I/AAAAAAAAFjQ/McQD4HbE-0A/s72-c/201111Dailey-308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5797026795918304053</id><published>2011-11-09T18:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:50:23.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Star Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjeA7U8Obio/Trv4lyHlBmI/AAAAAAAAFiE/uFx7FuajLcE/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjeA7U8Obio/Trv4lyHlBmI/AAAAAAAAFiE/uFx7FuajLcE/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673401483595679330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddux was chosen as "Star Student" this week. That meant she brought home a poster to complete, decorate and color over the weekend, and this week she gets to help out with many classroom jobs. We filled in all of the blanks about Maddux on her poster, including her favorite animal (it's a giraffe this week). She got to tell the class about her poster and she got to help the daily helper feed the fish during the school day. But that is not the best thing, according to Mad Dog. This coming weekend, after her week-long reign as a star, she will get to bring "Ike" home. Ike is her class pet dog (stuffed). She's been clamouring to bring him home since school started, and since Eli brought Snappy home last week, she is REALLY excited to have her turn this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5797026795918304053?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5797026795918304053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5797026795918304053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5797026795918304053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5797026795918304053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/star-student.html' title='Star Student'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vjeA7U8Obio/Trv4lyHlBmI/AAAAAAAAFiE/uFx7FuajLcE/s72-c/DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3078036569851770619</id><published>2011-11-08T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:50:44.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Marjoram/19996305_Jdzqjg#1575700249_gv4bP2q"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CoOO2uewcw/TrsS_YrY6WI/AAAAAAAAFgk/QKwbKF0HJhA/s320/201110Marjoram-565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673149035768768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Marjoram/19996305_Jdzqjg#1575700249_gv4bP2q"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj5xYVAYH8g/TrsTOlyDkFI/AAAAAAAAFgw/UEUijorq5Jc/s320/201110Marjoram-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673149296984428626" 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/25822131-3078036569851770619?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3078036569851770619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3078036569851770619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3078036569851770619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3078036569851770619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/sunday-afternoon-photo-shoot.html' title='Sunday Afternoon (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CoOO2uewcw/TrsS_YrY6WI/AAAAAAAAFgk/QKwbKF0HJhA/s72-c/201110Marjoram-565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-935715860714804557</id><published>2011-11-08T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:12:21.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><title type='text'>No School</title><content type='html'>The kids had the day off of school today, due to a teacher workday. We decided to play, play, play, all day. We started with a fun breakfast, followed by a quick trip to the gym. Eli loves the YMCA, as his class has a computer (with limited access) and lots of drawing paper. Today he drew some pictures of shuttles, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the gym and headed north to a park that we went to over a year ago. It has a great playground, even for older kids, a 1-mile trail, a 1/2 mile trail, a dog park, and a skateboard ramp/halfpipe-ish. We hit every spot. I'd packed the kids' bikes in the trunk so they could ride the paved trail. Surprisingly, we only did that for about 1/2 mile, but the kids did like it. We watched lots of skateboarders and even climbed on the ramp ourselves. Finally, the kids ran around the playground for about an hour, testing out all of the cool equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the park we grabbed smoothies quickly so we could make the movie: we saw Dolphin Tale. This was the first 'real' movie they'd seen in a theater (the three others were Pixar). Eli was totally into it. He'd read the short book several times already, so he knew the story. Maddux liked it, but I think it was a bit long for her, especially on a day when she'd been running around so much. We got home just in time for Daddy to pull into the driveway. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-935715860714804557?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/935715860714804557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=935715860714804557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/935715860714804557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/935715860714804557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-school.html' title='No School'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5265921346511612675</id><published>2011-11-07T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:46:12.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><title type='text'>The Fish Are Back</title><content type='html'>I usually sign the kids up for a session of swim lessons sometime over the winter, just to make sure they don't completely forget whatever skills they mastered the previous summer. With both kids coming so far this last summer, I decided to do the session earlier than usual, starting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Eli got off of the bus, the kids changed into their suits and we drove to Atlanta Swim. This time around Eli's lesson was first (while Maddux watched) and then they switched. They both ended up with the same teacher, but different pools, different times. Eli dove right in, literally, when he started his lesson. The second time around, the teacher even held a ring out further from the side, for Eli to aim for. Eli did great, keeping up very well with the 9 year old in his class, and he swam at least as well as the two 7-year olds (only 4 in the class). More than that was his enthusiasm. Eli couldn't stop smiling the whole time; he loved LOVED being back in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux's lesson went really well too. Her first 'swim' found her doing a doggy paddle with her arms, but still swimming ok. Most of the rest of the time she extended her arms much more and relaxed in the water. She was almost as excited as Eli; she's a fish as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5265921346511612675?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5265921346511612675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5265921346511612675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5265921346511612675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5265921346511612675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/fish-are-back.html' title='The Fish Are Back'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2130435945790078771</id><published>2011-11-06T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:15:47.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Snappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwkN12tm8-Q/TrsglVpwHHI/AAAAAAAAFg8/nmUQYT5W4yM/s1600/DSC_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwkN12tm8-Q/TrsglVpwHHI/AAAAAAAAFg8/nmUQYT5W4yM/s320/DSC_0651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673163981442784370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli got to bring home his class pet this last weekend. He had been waiting anxiously for this weekend since school first started and he heard about the opportunity. When Eli got off of the bus on Friday, his smile was bigger than the plastic case holding his class turtle, Snappy. He had great plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Eli did was find a big cardboard box and fill it with grass and rocks, to allow Snappy another place to run around. The he and Maddux took turns staring at him and watching him climb. We let him out on the enclosed back porch a few times as well...instant entertainment.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqvQUb8Mkkg/TrsgyC7RpII/AAAAAAAAFhI/M9uQffrkqIY/s1600/DSC_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqvQUb8Mkkg/TrsgyC7RpII/AAAAAAAAFhI/M9uQffrkqIY/s320/DSC_0656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673164199754310786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Eli fed Snappy some dried shrimp before we went to bed Friday night, the turtle didn't eat anything. Eli's first request on Saturday morning, before we even started our day, was to clean Snappy's cage. Eli woke up early and went down to check on him right away, noticing his water was dirty because of the uneaten food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime on Saturday, Eli made another cardboard area for Snappy. This one was in the shape of a baseball field, complete with correct coloring. Snappy went from one home to another and back again all weekend. Eli brushed his shell, fed him, changed his water (or had us do it), and journaled about his turtle; it was a very busy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2130435945790078771?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2130435945790078771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2130435945790078771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2130435945790078771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2130435945790078771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/snappy.html' title='Snappy'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwkN12tm8-Q/TrsglVpwHHI/AAAAAAAAFg8/nmUQYT5W4yM/s72-c/DSC_0651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6601561349317140542</id><published>2011-11-03T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:14:04.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Fall Colors (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Anderson/19889013_SPQNqK#1564994811_GrZGvwc"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4k9w9fffj1o/TrsSNcXIOpI/AAAAAAAAFgY/eZIbRNWDhFk/s320/201110Anderson-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673148177764072082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Anderson/19889013_SPQNqK#1564994811_GrZGvwc"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRuwiLz9Z54/TrsR6xv4Q7I/AAAAAAAAFgM/ctQ_c8z4lMI/s320/201110Anderson-440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673147857087513522" 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/25822131-6601561349317140542?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6601561349317140542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6601561349317140542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6601561349317140542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6601561349317140542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-colors-photo-shoot.html' title='Fall Colors (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4k9w9fffj1o/TrsSNcXIOpI/AAAAAAAAFgY/eZIbRNWDhFk/s72-c/201110Anderson-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5836440213465596394</id><published>2011-11-02T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:13:52.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween Wars</title><content type='html'>In the last week I stumbled across "Halloween Wars" on the food network one night. It seemed like something the kids would love so I tivoed all four episodes. Over the course of the last 6 or 7 days, the kids and I have watched the competition heat up as the teams worked with food (sugar!) and pumpkins to make some amazing creations in the spirit of Halloween. Eli and Maddux have been locked in; it's all they can talk about! So fun to share these random, but fun moments with my munchkins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5836440213465596394?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5836440213465596394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5836440213465596394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5836440213465596394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5836440213465596394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-wars.html' title='Halloween Wars'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7055673155018291112</id><published>2011-11-01T07:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:12:17.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>How quickly time passes. I&lt;a href="http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html"&gt;t seems like just yesterday that Maddux was a dressing up as a baby bee and Eli was a miniature monkey&lt;/a&gt;. Now the kids pick their own costumes, voice their opinions about which houses to visit, and have more fun with their friends than mom and dad on Halloween night. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jl1q0rdaf1Y/Trv2xQBMapI/AAAAAAAAFhg/Xif5Aon6HwY/s1600/2011Halloween-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jl1q0rdaf1Y/Trv2xQBMapI/AAAAAAAAFhg/Xif5Aon6HwY/s320/2011Halloween-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673399481577269906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was loads of fun, but it was bittersweet. We started the night walking up to the 'the rock' for the annual neighborhood Halloween parade. We met Virginia and William in the cul-de-sac for many pictures first, of course. Once at the rock, it was costumed mayhem. At least the kids stayed with us for the walk down, but they were more interested in walking with their friends than with us. Maddux stayed glued to Virginia's hip and Eli was back and forth between William and Drew. At one point Eli and Drew were holding hands, just like they did a few times at swim meets this summer....total best buds. Because of all the time we spent at the pool this summer, and Eli going to school with so many neighborhood kids, all I heard all night was, "ELI!" or "MADDUX!" And I only knew about 1/3 of the kids belonging to the voices. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate a quick meal of pizza at the pool before the costume contest. When Maddux was a bee (three whole years ago!!) she won for her age group. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MF7VFJ8UL5Y/Trv2_cPIj5I/AAAAAAAAFhs/TrNyEngJyLg/s1600/2011Halloween-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MF7VFJ8UL5Y/Trv2_cPIj5I/AAAAAAAAFhs/TrNyEngJyLg/s320/2011Halloween-22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673399725375131538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year there were several baby bees - totally sad for Mommy. While Maddux and Davis waiting in their age group, THEY were holding hands. I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we started our trick-or-treat walk back to our side of the neighborhood (about a mile away). The only real rules we had for the kids that night were stay where we can see you and don't run through people's yards. I'd discussed this a few times with the kids already, reminding them that other kids would be cutting through grass, but there would still be candy for them when they got there. Then we talked about why we shouldn't run through lawns and flower beds, etc. and they totally got it. But you KNOW it all went out the window as soon as the fun started. Just before we began I reminded them that if they run through the grass, they had to skip 3 houses. (Gotta make it hurt to make the point quick, right?) It worked! Eli violated right away. And even though I felt like a big bad mommy for holding him back for three houses, he didn't do it again. And Drew and Davis stayed with us all night and they had the same rule. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp5pLkkFxmg/Trv3WnzEFCI/AAAAAAAAFh4/gqm6XkwymrE/s1600/2011Halloween-65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp5pLkkFxmg/Trv3WnzEFCI/AAAAAAAAFh4/gqm6XkwymrE/s320/2011Halloween-65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673400123615613986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point, our little group turned right while most of the rest of the neighborhood went straight, leaving us on a road with almost no other kids. It was kinda nice that way...less craziness, more conversations between the kids.... By the time we were about 3/4 of the way home, Eli and Maddux were occasionally skipping houses on their own because they had 'enough candy' (according to them). What a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the kids and I discussed all of the candy we got. They'd each had several pieces during trick-or-treating, plus one before bed. After they choose one for their snack this afternoon, they are each picking their favorite 10 pieces and we're donating the rest to the troops. I honestly got NO fight from them on this. Maddux even told me she was going to give one of her full-sized candy bars to the 'sol-ders'. Really really really cool kids, they are turning out to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7055673155018291112?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7055673155018291112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7055673155018291112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7055673155018291112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7055673155018291112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jl1q0rdaf1Y/Trv2xQBMapI/AAAAAAAAFhg/Xif5Aon6HwY/s72-c/2011Halloween-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2300359589304087280</id><published>2011-10-31T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:55:49.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I Love A Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJW7F7gIlbg/TrGuLot3wNI/AAAAAAAAFfo/C2NuaR8HfE4/s1600/DSC_0816.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJW7F7gIlbg/TrGuLot3wNI/AAAAAAAAFfo/C2NuaR8HfE4/s320/DSC_0816.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670504920767774930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli's first take-home project was due today. On Halloween each year, the first grade classes dress up as their favorite book character, complete with homemade front-and-back signs, and parade around a few of the school halls. We were given the poster board three weeks ago, with instructions about what to put on the front and back. Eli chose Mr. Popper's Penguins as his favorite book; we finished it just a week before the project was assigned. For his costume, he wanted to dress up as Captain Cook, the main penguin. One weekend we worked on the front (a book cover, complete with title and author). Eli drew a great picture and we cut out foam letters for the words. The other poster board was to depict his favorite scene; Eli chose the ending scene since it was the happiest for him. For his costume he wore black pants, a black hoodie and we made an orange nose. Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux and I arrived to the school just as the parade was starting. Eli and his friends were all so cute in their unique outfits. Eli was the only penguin we saw, but many of the kids were dressed up as characters from books that Maddux recognized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2300359589304087280?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2300359589304087280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2300359589304087280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2300359589304087280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2300359589304087280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-book.html' title='I Love A Book'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJW7F7gIlbg/TrGuLot3wNI/AAAAAAAAFfo/C2NuaR8HfE4/s72-c/DSC_0816.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2386405853101596230</id><published>2011-10-30T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:48:28.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Faith In Action</title><content type='html'>This morning we spent our time at an Elementary School near our church. Lehr was in charge of the painting team, so any work Maddux and Eli did would get them messy for sure! It was rather chilly today, so after our initial walk around the school, Maddux was already asking to go play with the kids instead of paint with Daddy. She ended up staying in the gym all morning. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeTYn6fCbg4/TrGsizHdUpI/AAAAAAAAFfc/NmXy8qfLyXY/s1600/201110FIA-73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeTYn6fCbg4/TrGsizHdUpI/AAAAAAAAFfc/NmXy8qfLyXY/s320/201110FIA-73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670503119673184914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli hung out with Lehr more than half of the time, spilling paint on himself no less than twice. But he did paint some lattice and provide smiles for many others who were working, so that counts for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have done many FIAs, but every time brings new conversations because of their increasing age and awareness. This time we talked about how these classrooms didn't have Smartboards like Eli's school, or fancy playground equipment like Maddux's school. The end result was Eli commenting how excited he thought the kids would be to walk into school on Monday morning and see the new basketball and hopscotch paint in the back area. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2386405853101596230?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2386405853101596230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2386405853101596230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2386405853101596230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2386405853101596230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/faith-in-action.html' title='Faith In Action'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeTYn6fCbg4/TrGsizHdUpI/AAAAAAAAFfc/NmXy8qfLyXY/s72-c/201110FIA-73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3823097219191138145</id><published>2011-10-29T16:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:02:34.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Too Cool (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Brown/19870760_MFWdnN#1563316563_hQRwGCM"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3pu5j4qcggM/TrGvnFgcVYI/AAAAAAAAFgA/7Ryq3nbnT5A/s320/201110Brown-86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670506491864176002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Brown/19870760_MFWdnN#1563316563_hQRwGCM"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haa26DVtrxo/TrGvBUJalzI/AAAAAAAAFf0/snbLogAdi-A/s320/201110Brown-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670505842959095602" 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/25822131-3823097219191138145?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3823097219191138145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3823097219191138145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3823097219191138145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3823097219191138145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-cool-photo-shoot.html' title='Too Cool (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3pu5j4qcggM/TrGvnFgcVYI/AAAAAAAAFgA/7Ryq3nbnT5A/s72-c/201110Brown-86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6572488400249081270</id><published>2011-10-27T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:03:18.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Fun Fall Morning (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Hathcock/19747371_LF5PxL#1551263927_Vpp9cLH"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o20zVqTbmAQ/TqiWlcoeDWI/AAAAAAAAFd0/dOf3ltocpdc/s320/201110Hathcock-371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667945701131029858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Hathcock/19747371_LF5PxL#1551263927_Vpp9cLH"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9f2TuscwQ4/TqiXtYXWpfI/AAAAAAAAFeA/gLII0qY55Mo/s320/201110Hathcock-174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667946936936080882" 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/25822131-6572488400249081270?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6572488400249081270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6572488400249081270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6572488400249081270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6572488400249081270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/fun-fall-morning-photo-shoot.html' title='Fun Fall Morning (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o20zVqTbmAQ/TqiWlcoeDWI/AAAAAAAAFd0/dOf3ltocpdc/s72-c/201110Hathcock-371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3200448872432387489</id><published>2011-10-26T11:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:39:26.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Parent-Teacher Conference</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon, Lehr and I met with Eli's teacher for his fall conference. The main point of the conference this year was to review Eli's work and report card. This was our first conference with the teacher since this year has gone so smoothly. (YAY!) Eli seems to be doing really well. REALLY well. He is reading at the upper end of the spectrum and his math is great. His teacher recognizes that he loves to draw and create stories, which speaks so well to her character as a teacher; she looks for the good in our boy! We did ask about his behavior, just because of the past... She told us that he has been sent 'out' a few times for excessive talking, but she didn't seem concerned about it at all since it was never negative in nature. She ended many of her explanations with, "Eli is so bright." or "Eli doesn't miss anything - he keeps me on my toes." His report card was full of top marks, even in behavior. Only a few places were marked down...what a change from last year! I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face when we left; it was so nice to have such a great conference!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3200448872432387489?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3200448872432387489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3200448872432387489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3200448872432387489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3200448872432387489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/parent-teacher-conference.html' title='Parent-Teacher Conference'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6079464391964654264</id><published>2011-10-25T07:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:53:55.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Operation Christmas Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G01IN-ZYugk/TrvzT26VdrI/AAAAAAAAFhU/xWIKt6nwT20/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G01IN-ZYugk/TrvzT26VdrI/AAAAAAAAFhU/xWIKt6nwT20/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673395678086526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since Maddux has been around, we've made Operation Christmas Child boxes each holiday season. Eli and Maddux usually really enjoy this process; we always go to Target and raid the dollar bins for fun books, toys, and socks. This year was the first year that Maddux remembered what types of things we've put in the boxes in years past. She did a great job shopping with me. All of the toothbrushes, play jewelry, books, and crayons were picked by her, and when Eli got home from school, the three of us divided them into their correct box. (We did two for each age group: one for a girl and one for a boy.) The kids really got into picking out specific books, pencils, toys for each gender and each age group...it was cool to see them put so much thought into it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-6079464391964654264?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6079464391964654264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6079464391964654264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6079464391964654264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6079464391964654264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/operation-christmas-child.html' title='Operation Christmas Child'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G01IN-ZYugk/TrvzT26VdrI/AAAAAAAAFhU/xWIKt6nwT20/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6389811817283837804</id><published>2011-10-25T07:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:15:08.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><title type='text'>Early Release Week</title><content type='html'>We have parent-teacher conferences this week at Eli's school, so he is on an early-release schedule each day. That puts him home before Maddux each day, giving us lots of fun play time each afternoon. Today I decided to take the kids hiking. We are very fortunate to have a great set of shorter trails just over a mile from our house. The kids hadn't been in a while, so off we went. With no worry of return time, we set out to throw rocks at the creek itself. This system of trails all lead to the same place eventually, but there are a million different ways to go. Because of that, I rarely look at the map unless I'm on a time schedule. I let the kids lead us to the creek this time which put us at a location I'd never been before. We were way further down than usual, and the hike back up was really steep. I opted instead to have us hike back along the 'shore' of the creek. This was fine except for two parts with extremely steep climbs on a very thin trail with a hill up on one side and nothing but rocks and water (waaaay down) on the other. I love that kind of stuff, but when you're the only adult with two kids who don't seem to have a concept of 'careful', it's quite stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all survived and made it back to our usual stomping ground eventually. One trip around the paper mill and then we started back to the car. Immediately Eli got stung by a bee. He was a trooper, only crying for a minute. The whole walk back, he held my hand, so I can't say it was sad for me! Also, the whole walk back, Maddux played hide-and-seek. She kinda played with herself because we never looked for her. We'd just turn around and she'd be out of sight, behind a tree. Crazy girl... I loved loved loved every minute of my time with them today...need to find a way to make them stop growing immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-6389811817283837804?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6389811817283837804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6389811817283837804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6389811817283837804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6389811817283837804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/early-release-week.html' title='Early Release Week'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3792662186130638576</id><published>2011-10-23T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:38:29.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Sweet, Sweet Baby (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Babies/2011-10-Penny/19697184_9BGRDL#1545742783_nwwHLZN"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YuC0YHg15f0/TqV4QnDaF5I/AAAAAAAAFdo/Iyc2Z1h1pNA/s320/201110Penny-103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667067932872152978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Babies/2011-10-Penny/19697184_9BGRDL#1545742783_nwwHLZN"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCqXkWM747M/TqV3o22OIjI/AAAAAAAAFdc/H_38RxMSWxw/s320/201110Penny-54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667067249917043250" 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/25822131-3792662186130638576?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3792662186130638576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3792662186130638576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3792662186130638576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3792662186130638576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-sweet-baby-photo-shoot.html' title='Sweet, Sweet Baby (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YuC0YHg15f0/TqV4QnDaF5I/AAAAAAAAFdo/Iyc2Z1h1pNA/s72-c/201110Penny-103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5643299711935475108</id><published>2011-10-23T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:31:28.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Boy's Best Friend (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Hulsey/19695106_fZC8cj#1545662408_Nz7nmHd"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za2mjwkb_Jk/TqV2sbDmXiI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/3t4_oULJ-Ek/s320/201110Hulsey-191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667066211664813602" 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/25822131-5643299711935475108?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5643299711935475108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5643299711935475108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5643299711935475108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5643299711935475108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/boys-best-friend-photo-shoot.html' title='Boy&apos;s Best Friend (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za2mjwkb_Jk/TqV2sbDmXiI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/3t4_oULJ-Ek/s72-c/201110Hulsey-191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1436720911095847478</id><published>2011-10-22T19:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:01:29.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM7kA_HK-JQ/TqifQM1MxdI/AAAAAAAAFe8/FrCV68U252k/s1600/DSC_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM7kA_HK-JQ/TqifQM1MxdI/AAAAAAAAFe8/FrCV68U252k/s320/DSC_0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667955231716853202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On of our annual Halloween traditions is the Little 5 Points Halloween parade. If you're not from the ATL, L5P is a little more alternative section of town known for creativity and ink, and the parade itself crosses many lines. As sheltered as I try to keep my kids from many images or subjects on TV or in movies, this parade is something I really enjoy taking them too, and great conversations take place the week before and afterwards. One great thing about the parade is the very VERY realistic and gruesome costumes, make-up and masks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e19VKelTctg/Tqief0Ovm9I/AAAAAAAAFew/HYscW1AvYpU/s1600/2011L5PHalloween-348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e19VKelTctg/Tqief0Ovm9I/AAAAAAAAFew/HYscW1AvYpU/s320/2011L5PHalloween-348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667954400479386578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because of that, and because we've reminded the kids many many times that costumes are not real, Eli and Maddux don't appear to scare too easily when it comes to Halloween. That makes it more fun for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the kids wore their costumes and brought their candy-collecting receptacles. Maddux rocked her Ariel wig, and Eli looked perfect for the part of astronaut, as we watched the many cars, walking groups, and floats pass by. A few pieces of candy and a few hours later, we ate at a cool new burger joint. Eli even ate two full burgers. (Stop growing!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-1436720911095847478?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1436720911095847478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1436720911095847478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1436720911095847478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1436720911095847478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-parade.html' title='Halloween Parade'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM7kA_HK-JQ/TqifQM1MxdI/AAAAAAAAFe8/FrCV68U252k/s72-c/DSC_0319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6182318071973242942</id><published>2011-10-22T11:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T20:28:01.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Season Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHK5ReI14LQ/TqiaFUCP9gI/AAAAAAAAFeM/buEbECTNHtc/s1600/20111021Hooks-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHK5ReI14LQ/TqiaFUCP9gI/AAAAAAAAFeM/buEbECTNHtc/s320/20111021Hooks-74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667949547113936386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are in the 'post season' of baseball, and it's a double elimination tournament. We already lost one game, so every game we play now determines if and when we'll play again. Last night was a nail-biter, going into extra innings. We won, so first thing this morning we were back at the fields. Today's game was against the Bulls, which is the team of Eli's buddy, William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both teams played really well...we knew it was going to be close. Eli got a hit every time, two or three singles and a double. His fielding is what was so great though. In recent games, Eli has really stepped up his game, throwing more precisely and getting to the ball much quicker.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkPq4T16_1c/TqibWshWYcI/AAAAAAAAFeY/X56JfxXeXxA/s1600/20111021Hooks-102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkPq4T16_1c/TqibWshWYcI/AAAAAAAAFeY/X56JfxXeXxA/s320/20111021Hooks-102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667950945256235458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today he made an out at third by running the ball to the bag, and was involved in at least two plays that resulted in close calls at first base. Even though we lost the game, this was my favorite game of the season. Eli played hard, stayed really focused, and enjoyed every minute of it. Even after we lost (which means our season is over), Eli high-fived the other team and then asked me,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtCXfkJI5Cw/TqicFilndkI/AAAAAAAAFek/zoluADnCDRE/s1600/20111022Hooks-146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CtCXfkJI5Cw/TqicFilndkI/AAAAAAAAFek/zoluADnCDRE/s320/20111022Hooks-146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667951750043629122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; through his smile, "Mommy, did we win?" I told him we didn't and he said, "OK", as he ran over to his team, still smiling. I hope he always has that much joy around this game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the coach debriefed the team, going through each boy's individual plays, he chose Eli to receive the game ball. So cool. During the regular season, every player gets a ball at some point. Not that they don't deserve it, but it's a given. In the post season, it is much more who really deserved it in that game. I was so happy that Eli's awesome efforts this morning were rewarded with the final game ball of the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-6182318071973242942?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6182318071973242942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6182318071973242942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6182318071973242942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6182318071973242942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/baseball-game-ball.html' title='Season Closer'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHK5ReI14LQ/TqiaFUCP9gI/AAAAAAAAFeM/buEbECTNHtc/s72-c/20111021Hooks-74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-9007425201792464910</id><published>2011-10-20T16:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:58:52.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>I've been trying really hard to intentionally do fun things with the kids. I always have great ideas, great plans, but horrible execution. That is, I rarely do what I want to do with them because we're short on time, it'll make a mess, too late to stay up, etc. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vL5y_vz2bCk/TqCMPXbYWBI/AAAAAAAAFc0/iasZ99T4Qxk/s1600/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vL5y_vz2bCk/TqCMPXbYWBI/AAAAAAAAFc0/iasZ99T4Qxk/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665682526846867474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My control-freak self is trying to let go of some of that and be a more fun mom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we searched for cool leaves at the river and in the yard and then did a leaf rubbing. Eli said he'd done it at school already, but he still loved the project. And even though Maddux didn't quite do it 'correctly', she had a good time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we made spider cupcakes. Sugar. Frosting. Candy. Oh, the horror. I made the cupcakes just before Eli got off of the bus so that we could decorate them together. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2aV0vgfYcQ/TqCNRtxO_uI/AAAAAAAAFdA/vWF9uXR0n7g/s1600/DSC_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2aV0vgfYcQ/TqCNRtxO_uI/AAAAAAAAFdA/vWF9uXR0n7g/s320/DSC_0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665683666715475682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That meant me doing the frosting and decorating and the kids just sticking the 'legs' in, but that was enough for them to feel totally involved. They loved it. And even though it totally trashed my kitchen and consumed my afternoon (and two trips to the store earlier in the week), I loved it too. Once we were done, we delivered a few to friends in the neighborhood...the kids REALLY liked that. Now if you'll excuse me, as I'm off to tackle clean-up now as my kids run around in a sugar frenzy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-9007425201792464910?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/9007425201792464910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=9007425201792464910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9007425201792464910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9007425201792464910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vL5y_vz2bCk/TqCMPXbYWBI/AAAAAAAAFc0/iasZ99T4Qxk/s72-c/DSC_0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6051670939994296771</id><published>2011-10-18T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:52:22.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Trombone Shorty</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend we had a rare opportunity to include the kids in a musical event they would normally not be able to attend. Eli's current favorite N'Awlins talent, Trombone Shorty, was performing downtown Saturday night. Even though it was a late (10PM-ish start) show, it was all-ages. We offered it up to both kids, but Maddux voiced her preference to stay home with a babysitter and have a movie night instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally guaranteed that Eli slept a GOOD nap that afternoon (read: I 'rested' in the bed with him) before we had a quick snack and headed out. We planned to eat with some other friends attending the show: I even let Eli have a milkshake. (Crazy, I know!) We got to the show just as the opener was finishing her last song or two. Not much later and Shorty took the stage. Eli got so excited when he walked out with his horns....his smile was enormous! Eli stayed with Lehr and I, alternating who held him up to see, for the first half of the show. Fatigue was definitely setting in at this point (11PM), so Eli and Lehr went back to sit down and watch from the seats for a handful of songs. They came back up front for the end, and Eli was totally impressed when all of the band members switched instruments for the last song. Especially because Shorty took over the drum set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shockingly, Eli even stayed awake for the drive home, meaning he didn't sleep until 12:50AM. I'm not sure how we managed to not have a meltdown the next day, so I'll just chalk it up to a great experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-6051670939994296771?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6051670939994296771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6051670939994296771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6051670939994296771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6051670939994296771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/trombone-shorty.html' title='Trombone Shorty'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2092221725107760496</id><published>2011-10-17T07:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:40:37.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>That Boy Of Mine</title><content type='html'>How many changes can take place in such a short time once a baby starts going to school... Last year was his first year on the big yellow bus, and we saw the introduction of 'specials', the cafeteria, report cards, and many classroom procedures. At home we saw Eli start to read a little better, start to write a little better, and towards the end he even took an interest in drawing. This year, however, those changes are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;capitalized&lt;/span&gt;, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli's favorite thing is to make books in his room. He draws, he writes, he cuts, he pastes. In addition, Eli has a few small notebooks that he always has in his room and/or backpack. I recently bought him a new one from the dollar bin at Target. Within a week it was halfway full. If I were even more obsessive about recording daily life with the kids, I'd take a picture of each individual page... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KCOXXD256U/TpwTSg0BVUI/AAAAAAAAFbs/exLQCP3RERY/s1600/DSC_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KCOXXD256U/TpwTSg0BVUI/AAAAAAAAFbs/exLQCP3RERY/s320/DSC_0481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664423640091940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The book is full of math, shark pictures, Star Wars pictures and lists. Yes, lists. Lists of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dangrs&lt;/span&gt; animals (that's his spelling), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vlnt&lt;/span&gt; storms (what 6-year-old uses the word '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vlnt&lt;/span&gt;'??) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dedly&lt;/span&gt; sharks. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend the kids woke up a little before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lehr&lt;/span&gt; and I were ready to rise. Eli entertained himself very quietly, making a Darth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vador&lt;/span&gt; costume out of a backwards t-shirt, a black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;, and a red boom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wacker&lt;/span&gt;. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0bQX2uyuks/TpwUIzMjJjI/AAAAAAAAFb4/wep5MHCcorc/s1600/DSC_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0bQX2uyuks/TpwUIzMjJjI/AAAAAAAAFb4/wep5MHCcorc/s320/DSC_0497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664424572739593778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, every time I mow the yard, Eli asks to help. I usually let him assist me in the backyard, which usually results in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Roomba&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; pattern of mowing. The last few times, he's concentrated on making straight lines like I do. And now I'm proud to say that Eli mowed the whole backyard by himself last weekend. I was a great supervisor, encouraging from the side-lines and not lifting a finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2092221725107760496?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2092221725107760496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2092221725107760496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2092221725107760496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2092221725107760496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-boy-of-mine.html' title='That Boy Of Mine'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KCOXXD256U/TpwTSg0BVUI/AAAAAAAAFbs/exLQCP3RERY/s72-c/DSC_0481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-9142844309517115103</id><published>2011-10-16T12:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:56:28.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Oh, Baby Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_KRso6PMHE/TpzKhbYSFSI/AAAAAAAAFcc/xAouZbpXQc0/s1600/20111001Hooks-812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_KRso6PMHE/TpzKhbYSFSI/AAAAAAAAFcc/xAouZbpXQc0/s320/20111001Hooks-812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664625106959340834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where do I start.... The reason for this post is nothing new; Maddux is, has been, and always will be crazy, unpredictable, and awesome. At least once a month I'm just reminded how unique she is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Dog's two latest loves are homework and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homework:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Maddux calls any project we do at home, especially if it comes out of a work book. I'm sure it started over the summer as I attempted to keep the kids from losing any pre-learned knowledge as they swam away their free time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oqFU89hr98/TpzLPoT5c3I/AAAAAAAAFco/9ZgEu-Oly2E/s1600/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oqFU89hr98/TpzLPoT5c3I/AAAAAAAAFco/9ZgEu-Oly2E/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664625900704592754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least a few days a week we'd pull out some workbooks and do 'homework'. Well now she is obsessed. She often pulls out the book (one of the big thick ones which is almost complete now) and asks me to pick out some 'homework' for her. Of course, because she is Maddux, when I tell her what the intended 'assignment' is, she often says, "Hmmm....well can I just (x, y, or z) instead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is not something Maddux would admit to, but I think it is because she doesn't realize just how much she sings. In fact, just the other day I asked her to repeat the words to me and she innocently asked me, "The words to what?" as if she HADN'T been singing for the last five minutes. Maddie will sing as she is brushing her hair, making her bed, dressing her magnetic dolls, coloring, riding her bike, putting on her seat belt...you get the picture. And I love that half of the time the songs go like this: "Where is the green crayon oh it is right in front of me..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-9142844309517115103?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/9142844309517115103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=9142844309517115103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9142844309517115103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9142844309517115103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-baby-girl.html' title='Oh, Baby Girl...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_KRso6PMHE/TpzKhbYSFSI/AAAAAAAAFcc/xAouZbpXQc0/s72-c/20111001Hooks-812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7276062464371683008</id><published>2011-10-15T07:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:57:01.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Doggie Love (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Couples/2011-10-Moody/19502392_9LFbwq#1527164838_L7xH4S5"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cnR2VTYmwc/TpwVcKzanjI/AAAAAAAAFcE/Fc4EwErbzZg/s320/201110Moody-1232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664426005005770290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Couples/2011-10-Moody/19502392_9LFbwq#1527164838_L7xH4S5"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 477px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FqGiX6vcFJM/TpwWIBtRbaI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/3TO1tdNVTNU/s320/201110Moody-1063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664426758478327202" 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/25822131-7276062464371683008?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7276062464371683008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7276062464371683008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7276062464371683008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7276062464371683008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/doggie-love-photo-shoot.html' title='Doggie Love (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cnR2VTYmwc/TpwVcKzanjI/AAAAAAAAFcE/Fc4EwErbzZg/s72-c/201110Moody-1232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-158136996380291030</id><published>2011-10-12T10:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:17:19.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Mini Shorty</title><content type='html'>Eli is VERY excited about seeing Trombone Shorty this coming weekend. He listens to his music and memorizes it immediately. And when he does get to see him (on the computer or in person), I swear he memorizes his mannerisms as well. In this video, you'll hear Eli hitting each of the notes in tempo (not in pitch). You may also notice him 'wiping' his mouth around :30 - EXACTLY like Shorty does. Oh, and don't miss Maddux dancing so hard that she kicks off her shoe around :12...crazy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vkk3O-1OUlc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-158136996380291030?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/158136996380291030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=158136996380291030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/158136996380291030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/158136996380291030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/mini-shorty.html' title='Mini Shorty'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Vkk3O-1OUlc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7361414541788237531</id><published>2011-10-11T18:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:54:03.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Big Blues (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Sullivan/19476018_KNL2FT#1524574521_HNjGzkX"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckOx2xxSzYM/TpTI7pcIuCI/AAAAAAAAFbg/O1-W3U42OCw/s320/201110Sullivan-1155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662371558573258786" 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/25822131-7361414541788237531?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7361414541788237531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7361414541788237531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7361414541788237531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7361414541788237531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-blues-photo-shoot.html' title='Big Blues (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckOx2xxSzYM/TpTI7pcIuCI/AAAAAAAAFbg/O1-W3U42OCw/s72-c/201110Sullivan-1155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-861952808059908749</id><published>2011-10-09T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:17:52.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><title type='text'>Artist or Author?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, Eli because a very focused author and illustrator. I remember 'way back' when Eli was in Pre-K; I could barely get Eli to color a picture of something he liked, let alone draw something. And writing? It was sometimes a struggle just to get him to copy the words "Happy Birthday" onto a card for a friend. Nowadays, you can find the boy working diligently at his desk on a book or three. Sometimes they're fiction, but usually they're non-fiction, based on something he's interested in for the day or week or month. Sometimes they are word for word from a book he's already read, but they are never copied - they are always from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli's latest books include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lion King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;September 11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shuttles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharks (another one - this one may have had 'dngr' in the title)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Only one or two of the books are actually complete, but I have no doubt they'll all be in publication soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-861952808059908749?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/861952808059908749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=861952808059908749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/861952808059908749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/861952808059908749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/artist-or-author.html' title='Artist or Author?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5768469317252566141</id><published>2011-10-07T15:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:57:25.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><title type='text'>Friends, At Last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YD6tciJD5s0/TpCVlQAXMAI/AAAAAAAAFbY/drW94f-G7No/s1600/DSC_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YD6tciJD5s0/TpCVlQAXMAI/AAAAAAAAFbY/drW94f-G7No/s320/DSC_0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661189198788898818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More often than not, I'm seeing Eli and Maddux interacting positively and by choice. It's not just a Maddux-driven relationship these days, and I'm overjoyed. In the last week, Eli has asked to eat next to Maddux at dinner, read books with her in her bed, play in the front yard with her, and have room time with her. In addition, last Saturday morning found Lehr and I awoken by the kids around 7:30. Then nothing until about 8:30. In that time, Eli and Maddux played really well TOGETHER and Eli voluntarily read his sister several books on the couch. And during our after school snack time, which we talk about each of the kids' days at school, Eli has actually been showing interest in his sister. Just yesterday I asked her about a song they sand in music. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TFfjGvOskw/TpCU6x5XDLI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/C0OE1-DGBM0/s1600/DSC_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TFfjGvOskw/TpCU6x5XDLI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/C0OE1-DGBM0/s320/DSC_0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661188469151960242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She couldn't remember the words, so Eli asked, "Maddux, can you remember it tomorrow so you can sing it to us after school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the best...they ran around the front yard for a good thirty minutes together, bouncing the ball off of each other and running into one another on purpose. They they wanted to take a bubble bath together and snuggle during books. I must say I'm loving this new phase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5768469317252566141?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5768469317252566141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5768469317252566141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5768469317252566141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5768469317252566141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/friends-at-last.html' title='Friends, At Last?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YD6tciJD5s0/TpCVlQAXMAI/AAAAAAAAFbY/drW94f-G7No/s72-c/DSC_0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8872725366827633192</id><published>2011-10-06T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:04:41.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Joy (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Holston/19380685_pmwHLS#1515607308_5F5Rt2z"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PH-bsIg4Yg/To9ajMwTRDI/AAAAAAAAFbA/IOKiXKYxzG0/s320/201109Ellis-1315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660842817393738802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-10-Holston/19380685_pmwHLS#1515607308_5F5Rt2z"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OTUxTY23P0/To9bNyiGzjI/AAAAAAAAFbI/feAAL8fSn5c/s320/201109Ellis-838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660843549089254962" 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/25822131-8872725366827633192?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8872725366827633192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8872725366827633192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8872725366827633192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8872725366827633192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/joy-photo-shoot.html' title='Joy (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PH-bsIg4Yg/To9ajMwTRDI/AAAAAAAAFbA/IOKiXKYxzG0/s72-c/201109Ellis-1315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4253899755353303802</id><published>2011-10-05T21:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:06:26.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Buckle Up</title><content type='html'>Eli has a friend that lives one street over. They are almost exactly the same age, and they seem to get along great, though we've never really had the boys get together to play. Just two weeks ago my world was rocked when said boy rode his bike over to our house one Sunday afternoon and asked if Eli could play. The boys rode bikes in our cul-de-sac for about ten minutes before riding through the yards to this boy's house. Gulp. Playdate, but I didn't set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New stage. Hold on, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last week the same little boy came over and asked, but we had just taken dinner out of the oven, so it was a no-go. When he came over and asked if Eli could come to his house today, our Community Group families were pulling into our driveway. I told him that Eli couldn't go to his house, but he was welcomed to stay here and play with Eli and the other kids. He smiled and said, "Sure, I just have to go home and ask my mom. I'll be back in a jibby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scary for me that I am not longer in control of setting up Eli's 'playdates'. So sad for me that Eli now has a much more appealing offer after school than hanging out with Mommy. So not ready for this change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that this friend is a great kid, so I am not at all apprehensive about Eli's time with him. And he is every bit as polite as I could hope for when he knocks on our door and looks me in the eye while he's talking. (The fact that he said "jibby" makes him just a little bit adorable too.") But I'm still going to need a moment or five to adjust to this next new grown-up era....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4253899755353303802?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4253899755353303802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4253899755353303802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4253899755353303802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4253899755353303802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/buckle-up.html' title='Buckle Up'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3283629259594463897</id><published>2011-10-04T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:18:12.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>Eli has two friends that are girls that live within a stone's throw of our house. He plays with them often enough and he really likes them both. I never see him get nervous or giggly about them though, even though at various times he's told me that he will marry each of them. There is a girl in his class, however, that I suspect may be his first crush. "E" was in his class last year and he had a bit of a liking to her then, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that she is the only repeat classmate he has this year was definitely good news to Eli. They even sat at the same desk-cluster for the first month or so of 1st grade. And often times when I go to eat lunch with Eli at school, he'll be sitting with or very near her and her friends. The main reason I think Eli like-likes her is his attention to her details. He'll tell me randomly, "Mommy, "E" has pink shoes with purple laces and a little white line down the side.", or "Yesterday "E" had carrot sticks in her lunch too.", or even, "Some days "E's" hair is really curly, but usually it's just a little curly." And when she sweeps the floor in the lunchroom after she finishes her lunch (apparently it's a privilege to do that!), Eli always sticks his feel out so she has to sweep them. (This is a detail she told ME the last time I went to school for lunch. Strangely, she had a silly grin on her face as well...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though nothing is too insignificant for Eli to notice about this girl. And when I ask him if he likes her, he grins really big and says, "Nooo." Yeah, right....you're not fooling anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3283629259594463897?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3283629259594463897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3283629259594463897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3283629259594463897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3283629259594463897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5732150439263196514</id><published>2011-10-03T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:42:59.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Money Talks</title><content type='html'>In the past few months Eli has requested he be allowed to buy legos at Target with his own money. Two times he's been granted permission and fun math and savings talks have followed. We've also discussed tithing several times, and Eli has even participated willingly. But we had yet to really dive into savings and how to manage money as it comes in yet. And with Eli's last birthday and some recent extra jobs for Daddy, money has been exchanged more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we talked to the kids during dinner about how our family manages money. For them it meant setting up three piggy banks in each room (not a problem because they've received plenty over the years): one for tithing, one for savings and one for spending. We talked about what each bank was used for and we also let them know that any money put into savings would be matched by Lehr and I. For us, savings is not saving for a week to buy a set of legos, or even a month to buy a bigger set of legos, but more of saving for several, many months, maybe not even with a specific goal in mind. That bank is not to be touched without Mom or Dad present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was great and the follow-up activity was even better. Both kids went to their rooms to get all money and banks. Lehr helped Maddux and I helped Eli as we then counted it all (hello, math!) and sorted all coins into dollar piles. Then we talked to them about how they wanted to divide it. I'm not sure of Maddux's strategy, but they piles seemed somewhat even. Eli wanted to split it totally even, three-ways. His bills lended themselves to one pile being a little larger, so I suggested he put that pile into savings, which he was happy with. I feel really good about the direction we're hopefully leading them in with money. So far Eli has been so willing to tithe when he receives money....hopefully it will continue, especially when he's able to see how much money God is still allowing him to use at his own discretion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5732150439263196514?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5732150439263196514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5732150439263196514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5732150439263196514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5732150439263196514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/money-talks.html' title='Money Talks'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-981699669596404580</id><published>2011-10-02T21:43:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:58:00.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Good, Good Day</title><content type='html'>Lehr and I drove separately to church due to conflicting schedules today, so after church, Eli rode with me to his baseball practice and Maddux stayed with Daddy for a meeting and to get a break from the fields. Most Sundays find us struggling to extract from Eli what was discussed in church, or what his memory verse was. He loves church, he loves C3 (the kids' ministry area he attends, complete with a worship band, basketball, video games, and a drama each week), and he loves God, but he does NOT love talking when he doesn't want to. Regardless of how we approach it, the fatigue, the hunger, and the mood get the better of Eli and he tends to shut down when either Lehr or I inquire about his morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so different and I'm still trying to figure out exactly what I did so that I can do it again each week. Not only because of our discussion about church but because of our complete absorption in a conversation the whole time from church to baseball (about an hour). It was unprecedented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off in the car asking about his verse. We've been working on verses at home so I asked if he learned a new one this morning. (They usually tackle one verse per month and this morning was the first Sunday of the month.) He couldn't remember it, so we moved on. When I asked about the 'sermon' topic, he couldn't remember. I dove right into the adult sermon. I told him how interesting and exciting it had been and then I just filled him in. I hadn't planned on doing that, but it just worked so I went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCJEKobFxgg/Topuo2K0LNI/AAAAAAAAFa4/7uGAcColcF8/s1600/DSC_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCJEKobFxgg/Topuo2K0LNI/AAAAAAAAFa4/7uGAcColcF8/s320/DSC_0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659457529759149266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sermon dealt with anger and how to deal with that in our lives, as believers. Since this is something we struggle with so much where Eli is concerned, I hoped to plant a few seeds in his head. Because I hadn't planned on delivering a sermon myself, much of what I said sounded like a retelling of the sermon to Lehr or a friend, with lots of, "Oh, and then...." and "but before that..." Eli seemed to track it all really well, which is amazing due to my poor attempts to recount things. We talked about how easy it is to get out of control when we are angry, and how getting out of control leads to bad consequences. I told him about a video we'd seen of some parents and coaches being out of control at kids' sports activities. There was even some, I informed him, that ended up fighting, physically. At this point he looked at me and said, "Mom, that's just crazy!" (Amen.) By the way, at this point I'm basically in shock over the level of participation in the conversation. Eli is SUCH the child that internalizes things and doesn't always participate, especially if the topic is scary or overwhelming or just not to his liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, I was able to pull out of my poor memory a portion of James 1:19 from that morning: "....be quick to listen and slow to speak..." I then gave a scenario to Eli of the different outcomes rendered from the same situation handled in anger (quick speaking, no listening) versus grace (quick listening, slow to speak), using myself as the person in or out of control of my anger. Eli interacted with that part really well, which tells me he got it, even if only for the moment. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at our quick lunch destination  the conversation changed to friends and what that relationship should look like. Eli brought up something that happened in C3 that showed less than friendly treatment of Eli by someone he counts as a friend. I reminded Eli that he was perfectly made by God to be treated with respect and kindness, and while he should love his friends gracefully, he should not surround himself with those who do not show that they value him or his friendship. We talked about how it feels to be on either side of his interaction that morning and to my relief he agreed that it was wrong what the other boy had done and he hoped he (Eli) never did the same to anyone else. This was really cool because of how Eli brought the incident up to me: it was without prompting or prodding of any sorts. PLEASE let this confiding be a trend that continues!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we talked baseball and the relationships on the field. Anyone who has been a part of sports has seen some kids who are better teammates than others. Unfortunately Eli has recently witnessed several examples of how to NOT be a team player. So far, he's done a good job of staying true to his character and I wanted to encourage him that he was on the right path. I also wanted to remind him that not everyone thinks the same way as our family, and while that's ok, we shouldn't change our values to follow others. I know how hard it is for me to swallow some of the choices other families make about handling things on and off of the field, and I'm sure it's even harder for Eli to wrap his little brain around any way other than what he has been taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew....that is a loooong retelling of a short hour. But it was a FULL hour, and I don't want to forget a second of my fully engaged, unplanned but intentional time with my sweet, keeps-his-thoughts-to-himself boy, so this post will be my reminder :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-981699669596404580?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/981699669596404580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=981699669596404580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/981699669596404580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/981699669596404580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-good-day.html' title='Good, Good Day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCJEKobFxgg/Topuo2K0LNI/AAAAAAAAFa4/7uGAcColcF8/s72-c/DSC_0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1314598048782918556</id><published>2011-10-01T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:15:43.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Fall Is Here! (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-09-Atkins/19278917_pH9qG7#1505228650_2ghNHgh"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52J-x467G0A/TooWA9V1XnI/AAAAAAAAFao/hcPivy2QEko/s320/201109Atkins-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659360087466401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-09-Atkins/19278917_pH9qG7#1505228650_2ghNHgh"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vJWZ0knWn5U/TooW0wI-jTI/AAAAAAAAFaw/vgAkFtQwZDs/s320/201109Atkins-103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659360977276013874" 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/25822131-1314598048782918556?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1314598048782918556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1314598048782918556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1314598048782918556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1314598048782918556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-is-here-photo-shoot.html' title='Fall Is Here! (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52J-x467G0A/TooWA9V1XnI/AAAAAAAAFao/hcPivy2QEko/s72-c/201109Atkins-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3223748913798818516</id><published>2011-09-30T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:34:21.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>SIlly Girl</title><content type='html'>Maddux is known for waking up before Lehr returns from the bus stop in the morning. Nowadays she often wakes before the boys leave, earning her a ride up to the stop in Daddy's car in her PJs. However, when she is still sleeping, he hesitates to wake her. Since naps are a thing only reserved for busy weekends, the girl needs her morning sleep. And as of late, more times than not, Lehr will return from the bus stop to find Maddux standing in the hallway or garage, crying and maybe screaming "Daddy!" or "Mommy!" Awesome....especially when the neighbors hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have found the answer though. Lehr has turned on Maddux's music before he walks up the street the last few days and he's returned to silence. We're not sure if she goes back to sleep or not, but so far, so good. When I asked Maddux about it today she said, "The music made me not scared." (We've talked to her three million times about what to do (and NOT do) if she wakes up in the three minutes Daddy is gone each morning....it just doesn't seem to sink in though.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3223748913798818516?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3223748913798818516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3223748913798818516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3223748913798818516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3223748913798818516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/silly-girl.html' title='SIlly Girl'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8760135049289966859</id><published>2011-09-29T10:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:31:36.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Family Day (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-09-Pearson/19218551_JfH5vv#1499106064_VkRZtNg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMTJJ4-Wid8/ToSBKX4jQzI/AAAAAAAAFag/zGyiyXmCeb0/s320/201109Pearson-282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657789047094068018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-09-Pearson/19218551_JfH5vv#1499106064_VkRZtNg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKrHnY_RKpM/ToR9kAYDASI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/-AwaDhvSv9E/s320/201109Pearson-85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657785089413808418" 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/25822131-8760135049289966859?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8760135049289966859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8760135049289966859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8760135049289966859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8760135049289966859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-day-photo-shoot.html' title='Family Day (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMTJJ4-Wid8/ToSBKX4jQzI/AAAAAAAAFag/zGyiyXmCeb0/s72-c/201109Pearson-282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8289550658072093790</id><published>2011-09-28T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:06:29.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>Besides the OBVIOUS silver lining of last night's events - the fact that Eli is 100% ok - a great sibling development came out of Eli's run-in with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it often: Maddux worships Eli and he often doesn't pay her much attention. They have played much better together, starting some time over the summer. But overall, she is much more concerned for his well-being, his happiness, his everything than he is with her. However when we got to the game early, we stood in the outfield seats to catch some batting practice fly balls. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Mp-DuuU1QY/ToR7SHcFogI/AAAAAAAAFaA/yNBGlnOnHDY/s1600/DSC_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Mp-DuuU1QY/ToR7SHcFogI/AAAAAAAAFaA/yNBGlnOnHDY/s320/DSC_0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657782583048905218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli did not catch one, but the guy in front of us did and he promptly handed it to Eli. Even though Maddux couldn't care less, and was not even watching BP, Eli immediately told her, "Maddux, if I catch a ball in the game, I'll give it to you so we both can have one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As awesome as that was, it got better. We watched the game, we started to leave, Eli caught a ball with his eye and the ball bounced into my lap. When we were in the First Aid office, finishing up, Eli realized that we got the ball that hit him. He again reiterated that now Maddux would have one for her room. He restated this a few more times while in the car on the way home. Maybe we're turning a corner here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8289550658072093790?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8289550658072093790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8289550658072093790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8289550658072093790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8289550658072093790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lining'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Mp-DuuU1QY/ToR7SHcFogI/AAAAAAAAFaA/yNBGlnOnHDY/s72-c/DSC_0186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-9109791124727165136</id><published>2011-09-27T22:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:33:59.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>More Gray Hairs</title><content type='html'>And not even because of Maddux this time! We all went to the Braves game tonight. Mom-Mom was in town and so were the Phillies - a no brainer. Eli brought his glove because we were sitting near the bullpen along the third base line. We saw no action all night until just as we were gathering our things to leave. Eli was still at the wall, watching the outfielders and waiting for us. Lehr was right next to him and I was in my seat, putting the kids' water bottles in my bag. A ball came for our seats and Lehr reached up for it. I tracked it with my eyes until it was going past Lehr and then looked down. I then felt the ball land in my lap (after a bounce). Cool...the kids would love it. I picked up the ball and then saw Eli holding his face and crying. Gray hair #1 of the night. Lehr didn't see it once it went past him, I didn't see it....we didn't even know how bad the ball hit him - I think that was the worst part. The immediate good news was Raul Ibanez (Phillies) was on the wall and he wasn't leaving until he knew Eli was ok. He even gave Eli a high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly we took him up to the top and a medic came to check him out. His cheek was red and starting to swell a little, but nothing else appeared to be wrong, which we were very grateful for. Ice, another medic and then a trip on the golf cart to the first aid office. By this time Eli was fine, just tired. They checked him out a few more times, as did I, but it appeared to everyone that he would just have some swelling and bruising. He even perked up enough to play a quick game of baseball in the kids' field on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got home we found a few pictures and a video of what happened. Holy moly. The ball went right through the guy above Eli's hands and landed straight on my boy. Thank God he was wearing a baseball cap and the impact was slightly lessened. Thank God the ball went through the guy's hands first and it was slightly slowed down. Thank God Eli was standing where he was and not 1 or 2 inches to the right; as it was, the ball grazed him on the way down instead of stopping movement as it would of had it hit him square. Gray hairs....they're still growing tonight... (&lt;a href="http://www.crossingbroad.com/2011/09/lady-gaga-watched-the-phillies-wax-the-braves-last-night-raul-helped-care-for-a-young-fan.html"&gt;Another link to a video showing Eli and Raul interacting briefly.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://v7.tinypic.com/player.swf?file=11kjzib&amp;amp;s=7" height="420" width="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/player.php?v=11kjzib&amp;amp;s=7"&gt;Original Video&lt;/a&gt; - More videos at &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/"&gt;TinyPic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-9109791124727165136?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/9109791124727165136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=9109791124727165136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9109791124727165136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9109791124727165136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-gray-hairs.html' title='More Gray Hairs'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3802786968634529409</id><published>2011-09-26T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:10:59.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Cutie Pa-too-tee! (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="Location:%20Feel%20free%20to%20browse%20my%20galleries%20to%20see%20which%20shoots%20give%20the%20feel%20you%20want%20for%20your%20session.%20Some%20are%20more%20outdoorsy,%20while%20others%20give%20an%20urban%20feel%20with%20brick%20and%20concrete.%20%28For%20newborns,%20a%20spot%20or%20two%20next%20to%20a%20big%20window%20will%20work%20fine.%29%20%20%20Some%20locations%20my%20clients%20have%20chosen%20in%20the%20past%20are:%20Marietta%20Square,%20Piedmont%20Park,%20Whittier%20Park,%20....%20I%20am%20up%20for%20anything%20and%20I%20love%20to%20try%20new%20places.%20Wardrobe:%20Try%20to%20think%20simple%20when%20it%20comes%20to%20your%20wardrobe.%20Think%20about%20what%20you%20want%20to%20see%20when%20you%20look%20at%20your%20pictures.%20%20%20Don%C3%A2%C2%80%C2%99t%20be%20afraid%20to%20wear%20colors%20and%20accessories.%20Everything%20you%20wear%20makes%20the%20photo%20more%20interesting.%20Bold%20colors%20and%20patterns%20are%20great,%20but%20be%20sure%20to%20coordinate%20with%20the%20rest%20of%20the%20family.%20Plaid%20on%20one%20person%20may%20clash%20with%20diagonal%20stripes%20on%20another.%20Jeans%20work%20great,%20especially%20since%20we%20always%20end%20up%20sitting%20on%20the%20ground%20at%20some%20point.%20%20I%20strongly%20suggest%20staying%20away%20from%20plain%20white%20shirts.%20White%20often%20catches%20too%20much%20light,%20causing%20your%20shirt%20to%20stand%20out%20above%20anything%20else.%20Also,%20white%20reflects%20and%20can%20make%20you%20seem%20more%20pale%20than%20you%20actually%20are%20OR%20white%20can%20make%20you%20seem%20too%20dark.%20Either%20way,%20it%20typically%20distracts%20from%20you%20%28the%20subject%29.%20For%20babies,%20I%20suggest%20minimal.%20Diaper-only%20shots%20are%20always%20great.%20Newborn%20and%20infant%20shoots%20tend%20to%20yield%20mostly%20black%20and%20white%20photos,%20so%20a%20dark,%20solid%20shirt%20on%20Mom%20and%20Dad%20or%20siblings%20holding%20the%20baby%20give%20the%20best%20results.%20Shoes%20do%20matter%21%20Any%20foot%20wear%20is%20fine%20%28as%20are%20bare%20feet%29,%20as%20long%20as%20you%27re%20comfortable%20with%20them%20appearing%20in%20your%20final%20product.%20%20Props:%20Props%20are%20great%20when%20it%20comes%20to%20capturing%20a%20snapshot%20of%20your%20family%20and/or%20kids.%20While%20not%20necessary,%20they%20may%20help%20kids%20feel%20more%20comfortable,%20and%20they%20always%20tell%20a%20story.%20Whether%20it%27s%20a%20favorite%20hat,%20scarf,%20stuffed%20animal,%20toy%20car,%20or%20even%20a%20fun%20tutu%20or%20dress%20up%20costume%20or%20a%20balloon.....feel%20free%20to%20bring%20any%20props%20you%20may%20want%20to%20include%20to%20represent%20your%20family."&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjMEGzNsL-k/ToR8XKzESMI/AAAAAAAAFaI/34TpumooQu8/s320/201109Yee-190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657783769361565890" 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/25822131-3802786968634529409?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3802786968634529409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3802786968634529409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3802786968634529409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3802786968634529409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/cutie-pa-too-tee-photo-shoot.html' title='Cutie Pa-too-tee! (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjMEGzNsL-k/ToR8XKzESMI/AAAAAAAAFaI/34TpumooQu8/s72-c/201109Yee-190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4975851149461695949</id><published>2011-09-21T21:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:43:25.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Weird Day</title><content type='html'>Those are the words Eli used to describe the day. A wonderful, eventful, long and FUN day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNQiwF9vNZw/TvtHD87ZIBI/AAAAAAAAFpo/6Uyfge4jeo8/s1600/IMG_1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNQiwF9vNZw/TvtHD87ZIBI/AAAAAAAAFpo/6Uyfge4jeo8/s320/IMG_1116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691220687333171218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli had a great day at school, double PE session and some cool weather stuff. To finish it off, Eli lost his second tooth. This one has been pretty loose since he lost the first one, and just like the first time around, the tooth came out at school. This time he managed to keep it until he got to his teacher. She gave him a larger plastic tooth 'keeper' for him to hold it in until he got home. We celebrated very quickly and then left for a birthday party. The kids jumped and climbed walls and did all sorts of other fun things for an hour or so. We had to rush out because Eli had a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought tonight's game was going to be a wash for Eli given how tired he was. But we got to the field and Eli switched it straight into game mode. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhUD_pId7QY/TnqW5LYOPII/AAAAAAAAFZ4/dFURikBL06c/s1600/20110917Hooka-42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhUD_pId7QY/TnqW5LYOPII/AAAAAAAAFZ4/dFURikBL06c/s320/20110917Hooka-42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654998191168175234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He played short stop twice, pitcher once, and second base once. The coach and I laughed about Eli's preference for second base; no matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; position he is put in, if the ball is hit near him, he scoops it up, and runs to tag second like he's a magnet to it. It paid off in the first inning; he got a friend out at second. Then, in the third, Eli got the ball as pitcher and threw it to first for another out. At bat, he was a maniac. He hit three strong hits to the grass, earning two triples and a double. The double should have been a triple, but he turned around over halfway to the third bag. His second at-bat found Eli standing at the plate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; two pieces of bat in his hands: it broke when he tapped the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish out, Eli earned the game ball. Awesome ending to an awesome game for Eli. On the way home he recounted a few things, referencing the day as 'weird' several times.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29486429?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=80ceff" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="280" width="496"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4975851149461695949?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4975851149461695949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4975851149461695949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4975851149461695949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4975851149461695949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/weird-day.html' title='Weird Day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNQiwF9vNZw/TvtHD87ZIBI/AAAAAAAAFpo/6Uyfge4jeo8/s72-c/IMG_1116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4694274318111264749</id><published>2011-09-19T07:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T07:41:00.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>One-On-One Weekend</title><content type='html'>A few months back, Eli got to fly to Florida with Lehr to see the last shuttle launch. Maddux and I had a great time, but of course a trip alone with Daddy (on a plane!) is a bit more exciting. This past weekend she was able to accompany Lehr on a Florida trip as well. The kids' great-grandmother celebrated her 90th birthday, and since we couldn't all make the trip, Lehr and Maddux represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meant 3 days of one-on-one for Eli and I. I was very excited since the two of us don't get a lot of that quality time together. I had many things planned, but I knew we'd only get through about half of my list. Saturday we played some board games, planned our dinner date, and ran to Target for new tennis shoes. (The shoes are apparently the main thing he remembers about the weekend; he ran around at church yesterday telling EVERYONE, "I've got new shoes!!") Eli had a game Saturday afternoon, so we spent a good portion of the day at the fields. Eli played well, running the ball to first base once to make an out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we rushed home to get ready for our sushi date. When faced with the choice of many restaurants for our dinner date, Eli chose sushi immediately. When we got home, we watched a new "Oceans" DVD that I got Eli for his birthday. He was in awe the whole time, watching all of the animals and marine life on the big screen. The movie ended just before the FSU game started, so I let him stay up a little later to watch the first quarter. Eli now knows the FSU cheers and a little bit about how the game works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0sipAMLU2I/Tncu4TIBoJI/AAAAAAAAFZo/TM1k4IfnZXo/s1600/20110917Hooka-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0sipAMLU2I/Tncu4TIBoJI/AAAAAAAAFZo/TM1k4IfnZXo/s320/20110917Hooka-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654039401928433810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though Eli slept in his own bed Saturday night, he did creep into mine around 7AM on Sunday. Though he stayed quiet, he did not appear to be tired when he first came in, but 15 minutes later, he was snoring again. I obviously closed my eyes as well because the next thing I knew, I woke up and the clock said 9:20. I guess we wore each other out on Saturday! We rushed to eat breakfast and get to church. Eli and I had to then grab lunch on the way back to the field: 1PM practice. It was a GREAT practice for Eli. The coach gave Eli some great tips about things and even let him try his hand at first base. Eli has been able to stand at first before, but he has never been 'schooled' properly in what to do, how to stand, etc. He got that opportunity yesterday, totally to his delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice we came home and practiced more. Eli loves to play baseball, so the thought of an afternoon still open was too much for him to pass up. We drilled some hitting points and then went into pop flies. Eli does so well at home, but game time often flusters him so much that he misses fly balls that are hit right to him. One day... From there we went to the back yard to make a few tie-dye shirts. We bought the stuff to make them just before school started, but time hasn't allowed for us to complete the project. Eli was so excited to make two shirts. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tg6_rsjKX4/Tnh7qEYAZQI/AAAAAAAAFZw/DA-5Tq_P_68/s1600/DSC_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tg6_rsjKX4/Tnh7qEYAZQI/AAAAAAAAFZw/DA-5Tq_P_68/s320/DSC_1532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654405294822810882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this time it was close to dinner. Eli had asked for pancakes for Sunday breakfast, but our sleeping in had prevented that. So we ate them for dinner instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last piece of our weekend together was a bike ride. I'd planned on a few of these, but Eli turned me down each time I suggested it until last night. We rode to the pool and back - about 2 1/2 miles by the time we were done. Very hilly (for his little legs) miles. He did great; he never complained about getting off to walk, or run, his bike up the hills. Finally, bedtime. I let Eli sleep in my bed as a special treat, and (of course) I took the opportunity to snuggle with him as he drifted off. It took all of four minutes before he was lightly snoring. I do love that kid!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4694274318111264749?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4694274318111264749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4694274318111264749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4694274318111264749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4694274318111264749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-on-one-weekend.html' title='One-On-One Weekend'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0sipAMLU2I/Tncu4TIBoJI/AAAAAAAAFZo/TM1k4IfnZXo/s72-c/20110917Hooka-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-9033108946714720394</id><published>2011-09-15T16:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:19:51.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Beauties! (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyurl.com/66pgyar"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UShIWIK0XpA/TnOtvUlc5YI/AAAAAAAAFZY/wmR1HphoMac/s320/201109Storck-220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653052985771353474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyurl.com/66pgyar"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0s1HuIGs8Kw/TnOu5d6zG5I/AAAAAAAAFZg/dw59p2T9wbU/s320/201109Storck-97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653054259587128210" 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/25822131-9033108946714720394?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/9033108946714720394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=9033108946714720394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9033108946714720394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9033108946714720394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/beauties-photo-shoot.html' title='Beauties! (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UShIWIK0XpA/TnOtvUlc5YI/AAAAAAAAFZY/wmR1HphoMac/s72-c/201109Storck-220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1609828854853853746</id><published>2011-09-12T09:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:54:58.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Baseball Is Here!</title><content type='html'>Eli has started his last fall season of baseball with the Shetland (read: ity bity little kid) league. His team is a small one, much smaller than any others he's been on (he is the 2nd or 3rd largest kid, and he ain't big!). The cool upside to this is the opportunities Eli will have. He's never been big enough to hold any major spots on the team, and only 'broke into' second base a few times last season.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQ5bTp1e8o/TnKsZE1dp5I/AAAAAAAAFZQ/o6tj2mKS-Wk/s1600/DSC_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQ5bTp1e8o/TnKsZE1dp5I/AAAAAAAAFZQ/o6tj2mKS-Wk/s320/DSC_0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652770029098084242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This time around he's one of three kids that goes through BP and other drills quickly and moves on to be support staff for the coaches in the field. That means extra practice in areas Eli can use it, and that means more fun in the long run. He's really enjoying this new role, and since he doesn't know any of the younger kids on the team, he's even more focused than usual, goofing around less and learning more. Don't get me wrong; I want him to have fun, but he's still loving every second of it even though he's not dragging his feet through the chalk lines and making piles of dirt during downtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team, The Hooks, had their first game last weekend. Eli played second base twice and short stop once. He made two great plays, one almost resulting in an out and one preventing a run. His at-bats were solid, but nothing major to note. I have no clue if the team won; this first game was the first ever game for many of these boys, so it was less about scoring runs and more about the logistics and flow of a game. We're looking forward to a great season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-1609828854853853746?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1609828854853853746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1609828854853853746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1609828854853853746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1609828854853853746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/baseball-is-here.html' title='Baseball Is Here!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQ5bTp1e8o/TnKsZE1dp5I/AAAAAAAAFZQ/o6tj2mKS-Wk/s72-c/DSC_0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7340821175869371970</id><published>2011-09-10T20:02:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:02:36.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='races'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Ditch The City</title><content type='html'>Not quite the fun it was&lt;a href="http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2010/09/ity-bity-ditch-city.html"&gt; last year&lt;/a&gt;, unfortunately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli seemed to be excited for this race; he was to run the kids' version of the trail race with obstacles that I signed up for. And Maddux was excited to come cheer us along, for the last time (next year she'll be old enough to participate). Eli talked about the race, excitedly, last night, and he seemed eager in the car on the way over. Once we arrived and got our numbers, he was even leading the stretches and warm-up runs for the family. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cSb02j1EMw/TmwG6e4PpqI/AAAAAAAAFYw/I_Jw4hDOrNA/s1600/IMG_1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cSb02j1EMw/TmwG6e4PpqI/AAAAAAAAFYw/I_Jw4hDOrNA/s320/IMG_1026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650899234234279586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He still wanted me to run with him (when the kids ran), but he in no way appeared to not look forward to the race. We started and he ran pretty well, moving to the back of the pack early. We were still holding our own though, running and going through pipes and over hay barrels. When we got to the other side of the lake, however, he wasn't as excited. The kids had to walk/run through the water just on the shore of the lake, and then walk through inner tubes in the water. I'm sure it was fear, but Eli turned very sour and angry. I tried to help by letting him know that he would be better off putting his feet in the water (inside of the tubes) because he would most likely slip if he stepped on the tube (and avoided the water). It didn't help: Eli tried to step on a tube and ended up sitting inside of one, getting a little wet and muddy. That was it - he was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BiSUZpTex8o/TmwHj12cx1I/AAAAAAAAFY4/nB8ern02xf4/s1600/IMG_1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BiSUZpTex8o/TmwHj12cx1I/AAAAAAAAFY4/nB8ern02xf4/s320/IMG_1039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650899944775403346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli's been struggling with anger and 'fits' lately, and they are way worse when he's tired. Add to that his fatigue factor for the last week (probably still fighting off whatever virus had him on Sunday and Monday), and this morning's mood should have been expected. He didn't really finish the race because he cried a bit and whined a lot the rest of the course. Maddux was a rockstar and ran the rest of the way back with me; she will own that course next year. (On a sidenote: I LOVED the course this year and had my best race in recent memory. It felt good and I was rewarded with a 3rd Place in age-group finish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli turned it around and was pleasant during and after my race, and he fell asleep almost instantly when we got back into the car (around 11AM). The kid has some serious growing pain stuff going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28887266?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="280" width="496"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7340821175869371970?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7340821175869371970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7340821175869371970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7340821175869371970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7340821175869371970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/ditch-city.html' title='Ditch The City'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cSb02j1EMw/TmwG6e4PpqI/AAAAAAAAFYw/I_Jw4hDOrNA/s72-c/IMG_1026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5119682429329851546</id><published>2011-09-09T19:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:53:23.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>First Lost Tooth!</title><content type='html'>Sometime towards the end of summer vacation, the kids and I were at the pool practicing kick-turns when Eli, somewhat nicely, complained that Maddux had kicked his mouth underwater and that his tooth now hurt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FH11Ypd1qmw/TmwC0RhVKqI/AAAAAAAAFYg/IiHzgW0GzN4/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FH11Ypd1qmw/TmwC0RhVKqI/AAAAAAAAFYg/IiHzgW0GzN4/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650894729522784930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing appeared to be wrong that day, but a few days later we noticed it was a little loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Eli has played with that tooth non-stop, and yesterday it was full-fledged 'fleeing'. He could bend it all of the way down. I didn't see it yesterday when he showed me that trick, but today, when he got off of the school bus, Eli was missing a tooth, but he'd gained two new ones popping through behind the baby teeth. His bottom front two adult teeth both seemed to have broken through overnight, and with that, they pushed the loose one out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ_5IsahvDM/TmwGS3l0YMI/AAAAAAAAFYo/XV89Kgkssko/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ_5IsahvDM/TmwGS3l0YMI/AAAAAAAAFYo/XV89Kgkssko/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650898553673113794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli tells us it happened as he was running on the track at school (they run for 10 minutes each morning). He didn't even notice it fall out, so it is lost somewhere on the track. In my book that meant no trip from the Tooth Fairy (especially because he never even brought that up), but what it did mean was a special trip to a local, fru-fru cupcake shop for a special after school snack to celebrate. Eli is already working on the other front tooth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5119682429329851546?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5119682429329851546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5119682429329851546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5119682429329851546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5119682429329851546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-lost-tooth.html' title='First Lost Tooth!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FH11Ypd1qmw/TmwC0RhVKqI/AAAAAAAAFYg/IiHzgW0GzN4/s72-c/DSC_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1131373040636597568</id><published>2011-09-06T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:36:40.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Blue Eyes (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyurl.com/3zdzfrd"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be8veTFV4Ik/TmjSLfPoqPI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/OcpgaZgug2o/s320/201109Kaplan-308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649996827343759602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyurl.com/3zdzfrd"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYPyoGOJ6KI/TmjSzhkrsdI/AAAAAAAAFYY/ekZGvFe6gIQ/s320/201109Kaplan-347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649997515163677138" 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/25822131-1131373040636597568?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1131373040636597568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1131373040636597568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1131373040636597568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1131373040636597568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/blue-eyes-photo-shoot.html' title='Blue Eyes (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be8veTFV4Ik/TmjSLfPoqPI/AAAAAAAAFYQ/OcpgaZgug2o/s72-c/201109Kaplan-308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7637605782656127988</id><published>2011-09-03T21:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:42:18.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Boosterthon 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJym-qywCg/TmZGIcVrQjI/AAAAAAAAFX8/ZYP17FMJR_w/s1600/201108Boosterthon-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJym-qywCg/TmZGIcVrQjI/AAAAAAAAFX8/ZYP17FMJR_w/s320/201108Boosterthon-36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649279893442871858" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Thursday, Eli and his classmates (and the whole school) participated in their biggest fundraiser: Boosterthon. For a week leading up to the event, the students were asked to request pledges from friends and family; this year the money is intended to help build a S.T.E.M. lab at the school (Science, Technology, Engineering, Mathematics). Eli got a decent amount of pledges and even ran a few times at home to 'train'. He was very excited to run his full 35 laps. &lt;a href="http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2010/09/boosterthon.html"&gt;Last year&lt;/a&gt; he ran the whole time, only pausing briefly to grab water a few times. &lt;a href="http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2010/09/boosterthon-video.html"&gt;Even when they had the 'stroll lap', he ran through it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-xFDApsM8g/TmZGnLWYl0I/AAAAAAAAFYE/GYyWIAp3TBU/s1600/201108Boosterthon-116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-xFDApsM8g/TmZGnLWYl0I/AAAAAAAAFYE/GYyWIAp3TBU/s320/201108Boosterthon-116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649280421458384706" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year it was hot. Even at 8:15AM, the humidity had all of the parents and families sweating on the sidelines. The poor kids were hot and sweaty after the warm-up, but they were great sports and lasted the full 45 minutes. Eli ran so fast...I think it was a game for him to run fast each time he saw Maddux and I, rather than stop and give us a high-five. He did slow down once to tell us, "Maddux can go play on my play-ground if she wants." That was unexpected, but still awesome. After the event, we were allowed to walk one lap with our students; Eli even held Maddux's hand for a few seconds.  The remainder of the day, I had Eli stretch his legs and calves every hour or so. Last year the kid was so sore that he could barely make it up the driveway the next day. He learned the hard way that not training and then running for 35-40 minutes straight requires some maintenance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28671039?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=0" width="496" height="280" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7637605782656127988?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7637605782656127988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7637605782656127988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7637605782656127988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7637605782656127988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/boosterthon-2011.html' title='Boosterthon 2011'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vmJym-qywCg/TmZGIcVrQjI/AAAAAAAAFX8/ZYP17FMJR_w/s72-c/201108Boosterthon-36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7616593039899692282</id><published>2011-09-02T12:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:01:10.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Book Worm</title><content type='html'>I know there are many first graders who read faster and 'better' than Eli, but he's come a long way, even in the last few summer months. Each day he reads to me for at least 10 minutes, and then I read to him. The words he needs help on are becoming fewer and farther &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;, and I rarely have to help him twice with the same word. Love that boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28474331?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=0" frameborder="0" height="280" width="496"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7616593039899692282?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7616593039899692282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7616593039899692282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7616593039899692282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7616593039899692282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-worm.html' title='Book Worm'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-832655710964438475</id><published>2011-08-31T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:50:18.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Suffocated By Sweetness</title><content type='html'>Wow. Two days in one week. Not sure I can handle all of this obedience and niceness. I don't think the kids realize that by showing me they *can* act this way, they are raising my expectations for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux and I ran to Harry's this afternoon for a few groceries. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGn2VyTSP7k/Tl6QXrFgU_I/AAAAAAAAFXY/b-jlopromqI/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGn2VyTSP7k/Tl6QXrFgU_I/AAAAAAAAFXY/b-jlopromqI/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647109719146386418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a small wagon near the exit for kids; they get to choose one treat from it on their way out. Usually there are juice boxes, fruit bars, organic gummies and organic lollipops in there. In the past, if they've behaved well in the store, I've let the kids pick anything but the lollipops for their lunchboxes. When Maddux and I finished today, she put her little cart away and stopped by the wagon, just as I told her she could. When she came back to me, she held up two lollipops. "Mommy, I got one for Eli too cuz I know he would really want one." How can I argue with that logic? Especially because I hadn't mentioned Eli at all. That girl's heart is big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Eli... I went to his school today to get some work done for his teacher. I got there much earlier than planned and finished everything a full 40 minutes before Eli's lunch period. Even though I'd told Eli that I would try to be there at lunch with him, I just couldn't justify staying with the to-do list waiting for me at home. I wavered back and forth several times because I knew it would be the only day this week I could eat with him, but in the end I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PBP1rljnh4/Tl6O1lkARqI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/ImSF9eW9Iro/s1600/DSC_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PBP1rljnh4/Tl6O1lkARqI/AAAAAAAAFXQ/ImSF9eW9Iro/s320/DSC_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647108034036516514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eli got off of the bus he was in a great mood. Maddux ran ahead with her friend, Virginia, and Eli and I chatted about his day. I stopped suddenly and looked him in the eye as I apologized for missing lunch with him. I explained and he said it was OK. Then he told me, "You know what mom? I was drinking my milk as I was watching for you and I drank so long that I finished the whole thing." THEN he told me, I didn't even eat my brownie until the very end because I was saving it for you. I knew you'd want something special to eat when you came to my lunch table." The sweetness of that boy's heart when he stops guarding it is enough to take my breath away. I hugged my little man right there in the middle of the street. I cannot wait to have lunch with him next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-832655710964438475?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/832655710964438475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=832655710964438475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/832655710964438475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/832655710964438475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/suffocated-by-sweetness.html' title='Suffocated By Sweetness'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGn2VyTSP7k/Tl6QXrFgU_I/AAAAAAAAFXY/b-jlopromqI/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8277193300073570323</id><published>2011-08-29T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:37:51.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><title type='text'>Day of Greatness</title><content type='html'>I know I'm jinxing it, but I have to record the awesomeness that was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some struggles with Eli again. Bad struggles. The good news is they are isolated incidents; they don't last for days on end, or even a whole day at a time. However, they are severe and difficult to work through. He has such an explosive anger/frustration if he's tired. At all. We are working as best we can to love him through these while still maintaining our rules and expectations for how we expect to be treated. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was amazing. Seriously amazing. As a Monday, we are back in school, so after school can be a struggle due to the surprise fatigue, but Eli rose above. He had a great morning with Lehr (even though they woke up late), and he came off of the bus very happy. Once home, there were a few things I asked him to do (reading and thank you notes), and I got nothing but obedience. Amazing. Then we had a short room time during which I had to tell Eli 'no' a few times. (He lost some privileges during his outburst on Saturday and he wanted those privileges back.) I couldn't believe it, but he accepted my 'no' and moved on. Shock. Awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4PM we came downstairs to do some thank you's and then play. Eli worked quickly and Maddux did some 'work' at the same time. (She loves to work on letters or numbers when he's working!) Eli was incredibly complimentary and encouraging to Maddux. He praised her letters and even showed her how to do a few things. ALL without any prompting from me. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux does not have school on Monday, so it's usually a fun day for us. However, we had two lengthy errands to run, including one trip to the mall (which we have seriously maybe visited three times in her life) so I could go to the Apple store for a laptop fix. I was anticipating the worst: driving most of the morning, in and out of the car a few times, followed by a trip to an electronics store where she'd have to sit still for an extended period of time??! She was amazing. Very good all morning, even holding my hand voluntarily when walking outside (which is sometimes a struggle). When we got to the Apple store, we ended up staying for about an hour. Not one problem. I'd packed a few small things for her, but she got on one of the kid computers there and worked the whole time. She hasn't used a computer before; they haven't used them yet in her class and we don't do computer games at the house. But I showed her a few things with the mouse and she took off. Really, really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very nice, peaceful dinner, Lehr and I decided to pull some ice cream out of the freezer as a way to reinforce the day-oh-greatness. Quite a big treat in our house, and it was well received :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8277193300073570323?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8277193300073570323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8277193300073570323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8277193300073570323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8277193300073570323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-of-greatness.html' title='Day of Greatness'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7103453553767967662</id><published>2011-08-28T11:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:11:38.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family Date Night</title><content type='html'>We've only intentionally 'named' a few family date nights in the past, but I hope our schedules allow us to keep this in the rotation. Last night we did not have a formal date night, but we had a night open, so we chose to do a few fun things together - very low-key.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5N4OhSyoCM/Tl5c0e8oDOI/AAAAAAAAFXI/QyKcJA4jngM/s1600/DSC_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5N4OhSyoCM/Tl5c0e8oDOI/AAAAAAAAFXI/QyKcJA4jngM/s320/DSC_0139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647053039499480290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Doc Chey's (a fave of ours and a dinner spot that Eli has been asking for a lot lately) on the early side of things to allow for plenty of time at our next location. Due to a later than usual lunch, the kids actually didn't finish their food, but I think that also had a lot to do with the insane amount of effort they were putting into their artwork at the table. You'd think after going to the same place with the same coloring menu for 5 years, they'd be tired of it, but they weren't/aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZrONpHmqsY/Tl5XjpXiUhI/AAAAAAAAFW4/Pj_LQHb0g_w/s1600/DSC_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZrONpHmqsY/Tl5XjpXiUhI/AAAAAAAAFW4/Pj_LQHb0g_w/s320/DSC_0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647047252680790546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From there we drove to Piedmont Park to check out a new section that recently opened. We'd heard they had some 'spray grounds', so I brought my camera and the kids dressed in swim clothes. What fun (and free!). There was a huge flat, grassy area in front of a wide-open spray ground. Plenty of room to run, plenty of room to splash, and all within our sight! Eli and Maddux had a blast alternating between running through the water and then doing laps around the grassy area. Eli challenged me to more than one race, Maddux did lots of somersaults and pseudo cartwheels, and no one got lost. At one point, the kids were in the water and I was shooting. I couldn't believe what I saw through my lens so I stood up and then looked at Lehr in disbelief: Eli and Maddux had their arms around each other and were just 'being'. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAP0AtyJTEI/Tl5aWkg-sSI/AAAAAAAAFXA/G6JpiKxKgls/s1600/DSC_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAP0AtyJTEI/Tl5aWkg-sSI/AAAAAAAAFXA/G6JpiKxKgls/s320/DSC_0192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647050326574805282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got as many pictures as I could before the moment passed, but it honestly lasted a good minute or so. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7103453553767967662?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7103453553767967662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7103453553767967662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7103453553767967662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7103453553767967662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/family-date-night.html' title='Family Date Night'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5N4OhSyoCM/Tl5c0e8oDOI/AAAAAAAAFXI/QyKcJA4jngM/s72-c/DSC_0139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3500130557242386499</id><published>2011-08-27T19:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:01:26.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Kids Slumber Party</title><content type='html'>Last night each child slept at a friend's house for the first time. How did we get here? Lehr cooked up a great idea to try and get a few house errands done (You know the kind. The ones you *try* to do with the kids but end up arguing and getting after the kids the whole time, accomplishing nothing but putting everyone in a sour mood.) While our original plan of a baby-sitter at the house with the kids for about 24 hours so we could knock out our list didn't pan out, one quick errand and a late dinner was still possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli went to Bryce's house. So fun. An added bonus was D's presence, which always makes it more fun. It sounds like the boys had a great time, great dinner (and dessert), short sleep, and a good morning before Lehr picked him up at 9:30. Maddux stayed with Finley and family. Even though the girls are close in age, they take on very opposing roles when they play: Maddux likes to be the 'mom' and Finley is happy to be the little girl. This translates to Maddux doing everything for Finley and probably bossing her around a bit. Oh joy! It sounds like the girl had a great night as well. Neither kid appeared to even give us a second thought as they spent the night away from us. That's a good thing, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3500130557242386499?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3500130557242386499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3500130557242386499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3500130557242386499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3500130557242386499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/kids-slumber-party.html' title='Kids Slumber Party'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-9021447088077248716</id><published>2011-08-23T14:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T17:35:11.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Maddux's First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6L3Sk5eLONw/Tla-7uIREkI/AAAAAAAAFWo/GhnJI_Le-Rk/s1600/DSC_0001-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6L3Sk5eLONw/Tla-7uIREkI/AAAAAAAAFWo/GhnJI_Le-Rk/s320/DSC_0001-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644909116159758914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's here - Maddux is four and today she went to her first day of Pre-K. Crazy! Sad too, not just because of the obvious. While I wrestle with the fact that my baby has grown to this 'big' stage SO quickly, some of the milestones aren't made as big a deal of, mainly because they're not new ones to our family. Total bummer for her. And every other kid who is not the first born. I did try to make the day special though: we talked a lot about her first day last week, picked out a special outfit to wear, let her get a special snack for the afternoon, etc. But in all honestly, I had to remind myself to do about half of these things. So not fair that just because I've been through the first day stuff already with Eli, and already this year, that she should not get the big fanfair. I kept telling myself that last year was good, and next year will be even better. I think the fact that there was only one week between Eli's start and Maddux's first day was the main reason for my lack of enthusiasm for her. Last year we had about 3 weeks, and next year they'll be at the same school (so they'll start the same day). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poFS3LfmJ-I/Tla_8p-5aQI/AAAAAAAAFWw/bzcBgzZ28FU/s1600/DSC_0008-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-poFS3LfmJ-I/Tla_8p-5aQI/AAAAAAAAFWw/bzcBgzZ28FU/s320/DSC_0008-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644910231738214658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough of that....I can already see the email from Lehr reminding me to keep it short and sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first week I get to walk Maddux into her classroom, as I did every day last year; next week we start carpool. It was nice to be able to walk back there with her, but she totally didn't need it. When I asked for a hug and kiss, Maddux told me, "Mommy...I'm makin'!" (She was playing with the kitchen stuff already.) I then had to wait three hours to go back and pick her up. She got a great review, was full of stories, and even had clothes clean from any paint or food! From what Maddux tells me, she obeyed very well and was quite helpful to the teacher (that I don't doubt). Her class has 5 or 6 friends from her class last year, and 14 students total. She told me, "I meeted new friends today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-9021447088077248716?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/9021447088077248716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=9021447088077248716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9021447088077248716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/9021447088077248716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/madduxs-first-day.html' title='Maddux&apos;s First Day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6L3Sk5eLONw/Tla-7uIREkI/AAAAAAAAFWo/GhnJI_Le-Rk/s72-c/DSC_0001-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2888805347969840789</id><published>2011-08-21T05:30:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:31:59.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>On Your 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBCQxG7beb8/TlASvbZMoJI/AAAAAAAAFVo/tenKX2p12Ug/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBCQxG7beb8/TlASvbZMoJI/AAAAAAAAFVo/tenKX2p12Ug/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643030939111825554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what I feel like time is saying to me. How are you already six years old, Eli? I can remember rocking you as I read you bedtime books during your first year of life as if it were yesterday. And even though watching baby home videos of you shocks me because of how small you were, the memories haven't even had time to fade yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last year has been a growing one for sure. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lUmRBDhfWc/TlAQ3_Oxw5I/AAAAAAAAFVg/rsbMjD4WGlc/s1600/DSC_0471-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lUmRBDhfWc/TlAQ3_Oxw5I/AAAAAAAAFVg/rsbMjD4WGlc/s320/DSC_0471-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643028887147496338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You completed your first year of Elementary School, definitely with some ups and downs. But you came out on top and you are a better person for it. Your dad and I have seen you become a bit more assertive in your social interactions, and we've seen you focus more than ever on the sports that interest you. This last spring you had an amazing baseball season where you grew as a player and displayed awesome sportsmanship. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUUy8VWvLdM/TlAVtJA0oKI/AAAAAAAAFV4/VJxDzkTKRCA/s1600/DSC_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUUy8VWvLdM/TlAVtJA0oKI/AAAAAAAAFV4/VJxDzkTKRCA/s320/DSC_0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643034198352896162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't have been more proud. And over the summer you participated in the neighborhood swim team. SUCH a big commitment and such a cool experience for you. Not only did you get to hang out with your friends each morning and each Wednesday night at swim meets, but you took your swimming to a whole new level. You learned how to dive, back-stroke, and improve your speed significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after your 5th birthday you learned to ride without training wheels, you ran a trail race (with obstacles), and you completed a Boosterthon race/event at your school. The last 12 months have found you interacting more p&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtIWQSjfR9w/TlAT-HSfaPI/AAAAAAAAFVw/RwemXtyWvIw/s1600/20110322Twins-248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wtIWQSjfR9w/TlAT-HSfaPI/AAAAAAAAFVw/RwemXtyWvIw/s320/20110322Twins-248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643032290924652786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ositively with Maddux, and the two of you often play together by choice. Your interest in music continues to grow exponentially. In the last year you've acquired a drum set, and you've accompanied Daddy to several rehearsals where you got to show off your skills. A trumpet has also found it's way into our house because of your admiration of Trombone Shorty. Most adults don't even know who he is, but you could 'sing' most of his songs from memory.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAYpt2psM-8/TlAW7qHKzAI/AAAAAAAAFWA/RHn5gqD6GoU/s1600/DSC_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LAYpt2psM-8/TlAW7qHKzAI/AAAAAAAAFWA/RHn5gqD6GoU/s320/DSC_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643035547267681282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just a week before your birthday, you started first grade. Wow. You're on the bus again, buying lunch again, and showing all kinds of 'grown-up' responsibilities and choices. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm going to put bricks on your head so you will stop growing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2888805347969840789?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2888805347969840789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2888805347969840789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2888805347969840789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2888805347969840789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-your-6.html' title='On Your 6'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBCQxG7beb8/TlASvbZMoJI/AAAAAAAAFVo/tenKX2p12Ug/s72-c/DSC_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7414809836420560505</id><published>2011-08-20T15:12:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:17:55.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>It Takes A Village</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Eli's birthday with a friend party today. As Lehr likes to say, "We learned a lot today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFaiwLObbPw/TlFYAoHsfhI/AAAAAAAAFWI/9HgC8rZtT3Q/s1600/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFaiwLObbPw/TlFYAoHsfhI/AAAAAAAAFWI/9HgC8rZtT3Q/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643388575864880658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lehr and I let Eli have an indoor soccer party, ran by us, complete with a more extensive guest list than we're used to, chosen by him. This was the first time we let him dictate the list 100%, and it was also the first time we didn't include all siblings. That would have been fine, but Lehr and I decided to complicate things by making take-home shirts for all of the kids. Sounds great, but in reality, it was difficult to get the shirts ordered in time with the guest list responses, and then a few last minute changes threw us off. Not a huge deal, but it made me sad that a few kids didn't get tee-shirts (though they were probably fine with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was to start at 11AM. We arrived just after 10:30 to find a locked door. This didn't shock us too much, as the venue is not a party place; it is a large warehouse-ish soccer field that is used almost exclusively by adults in the evenings. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9a-pIip0ckk/TlFa6byl-LI/AAAAAAAAFWg/prk8TYpatIk/s1600/DSC_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9a-pIip0ckk/TlFa6byl-LI/AAAAAAAAFWg/prk8TYpatIk/s320/DSC_0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643391768010815666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rented it out for a few hours, but we knew that they would be just opening it up for us, so 11AM might be the time the doors got unlocked. 11AM came and went and a few families had arrived by this point. Now we're all baking outside in the hot, sunny parking lot. Somewhere around 11:15, a man comes and unlocks the door. Not that it was much relief because (as we knew) the inside was obviously shaded, but not under AC. The kids didn't care. We got everyone suited up in a shirt and let them loose with 5 or 6 balls. Several moms and dads stuck around, so there were plenty to keep the kids occupied on the field. Several moms helped me quickly assemble a make-shift table that was not nearly big enough to house all of the kids. I put the finishing touches on the cake and then we were all able to join in the game. The kids played each other first and then we had an adult vs. kids game. So fun. The only 'injury' I know of was Maddux who took a ball to the face right out of the gate, but after one kiss from D, she was fine. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxT2EzzsWB0/TlFZ59C63HI/AAAAAAAAFWY/xUn3b42BRnM/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxT2EzzsWB0/TlFZ59C63HI/AAAAAAAAFWY/xUn3b42BRnM/s320/DSC_0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643390660246166642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us worked harder and sweat more than we though possible at a kids' birthday party, but we loved it. We quickly transitioned to the over-crowded table for lunch and cake and then it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli had asked his guests to bring money for soccer balls instead of gifts. Several still brought gifts, but we were so excited to see many of his friends dropping coins and a few bills into the box Eli had made. (Our church sends a group to Kenya each year to work with a specific orphanage we partner with: Tumaini. Soccer is a big part of the 'community' time they share, and they always bring a bunch of balls over. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X12TVkXtLJY/TlFY8HB1TKI/AAAAAAAAFWQ/PUgEJH4NbQM/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X12TVkXtLJY/TlFY8HB1TKI/AAAAAAAAFWQ/PUgEJH4NbQM/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643389597774072994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli wanted to buy some balls to send to the kids in Kenya, so that is what the money is going towards.) It was really cool to see Eli making the box this morning and getting into the spirit of HIS gift to the kids in Kenya. And even cooler was the generosity of Eli's friends: he has enough to get at least a dozen balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better communication when it comes to less 'birthday-type' venues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More forks (or spoons). We anticipated 18/19 kids so I thought a 24 pack was enough. Not so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WAAAAY more water. When you have kids (and adults) running around in the heat, you cannot have too much water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skip lunch/dinner time birthday party if possible. Heavy snacks and cake are always better, and easier. Lehr wanted something other than pizza, so we did sandwiches and almost none of the kids ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we do special order anything (i.e. shirts), indicate so on the invite so that we can get correct ordering done in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All in all it was a great party; Eli had a great time. I am so thankful for the parents that were there to help set up, do tattoos, fill water cups, assist in food distribution, and PLAY. The party would not have been successful without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7414809836420560505?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7414809836420560505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7414809836420560505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7414809836420560505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7414809836420560505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-takes-village.html' title='It Takes A Village'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFaiwLObbPw/TlFYAoHsfhI/AAAAAAAAFWI/9HgC8rZtT3Q/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5851316341053465917</id><published>2011-08-18T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:15:01.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Girl (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-08-Chapman/18602352_k6BgZK#1437327894_Pgh2FsD"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-c0L0xETs/Tk5TUKMdURI/AAAAAAAAFVQ/3IA3hRuX6O8/s320/201108Chapman-246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642538988940906770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Kids/2011-08-Chapman/18602352_k6BgZK#1437327894_Pgh2FsD"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjOcoDBy3Xc/Tk5TGyoIa9I/AAAAAAAAFVI/KVTkpvZ2Kts/s320/201108Chapman-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642538759276227538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5851316341053465917?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5851316341053465917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5851316341053465917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5851316341053465917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5851316341053465917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-girl-photo-shoot.html' title='Happy Girl (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nz-c0L0xETs/Tk5TUKMdURI/AAAAAAAAFVQ/3IA3hRuX6O8/s72-c/201108Chapman-246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3118500399910024393</id><published>2011-08-17T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:46:10.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>Eli had a great day. Seriously. This is a big deal for him, especially since it's the first week of school and fatigue makes him not so fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I got home from camp this morning, Lehr had already sent me an email:&lt;br /&gt;A+ morning. One of best ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to hang out with Eli until he got off of the bus, and that is always a touchy time because he's been going going going all day and post-bus is prime time for melt-downs. We walked down the hill, helped a neighbor move something, and then went inside and had a snack. (I've found that snack right away helps his mood tremendously. As it should: the boy eats lunch at 10:45AM!) The kids and I then went upstairs for room time. I put Maddux in her room and then Eli and I sat on the couch to go through his backpack. We looked at all of the papers and then talked about homework. Following that, we started his school-requested reading time (homework). Our 30 minutes together was REALLY calm, and really nice. Then he went (without a complaint) to his room for a 20-minute room time while I took Maddux out and did some reading one-on-one  with her(even though she'd had the whole day with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later I got Eli out and the three of us went downstairs to get some outdoor play in before our small group arrived. On the way out the door, I realized the dishwasher needed to be emptied before our friends showed up. I asked both kids to help which normally would send Eli into a tizzy, since we'd just decided we were going outside. Instead, both kids helped happily and we finished lickedy split. Amazing. We played with neighbors for about 30 minutes and then returned home as our first guests arrived. Eli played really well with his friends and obeyed our rules all of the way until the end, even though he went to bed 45 minutes late. Crazy perfect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE success!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3118500399910024393?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3118500399910024393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3118500399910024393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3118500399910024393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3118500399910024393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5401240070093784319</id><published>2011-08-15T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:02:02.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oO56C6zMkII/Tkl54yb_yyI/AAAAAAAAFUw/Le3w2cjXoAk/s1600/DSC_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oO56C6zMkII/Tkl54yb_yyI/AAAAAAAAFUw/Le3w2cjXoAk/s320/DSC_0461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641174024777091874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli started first grade today. Woah. When did I get a 'grader' in my house. Last year was big with Kindergarten, but it was still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;. Not 'real' school, right? That's what I told myself, but there is no denying I have a full-fledged Elementary-aged child in my house now. Frownie face, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli slept through his alarm, but sprung right out of bed when Daddy went in to get him at 6:15 this morning. (I stayed home from camp so I could eat breakfast with him and walk him up to the bus stop.) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMncdJXZmu8/Tkl6ylFUXCI/AAAAAAAAFU4/qayREvee8pM/s1600/DSC_0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMncdJXZmu8/Tkl6ylFUXCI/AAAAAAAAFU4/qayREvee8pM/s320/DSC_0465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641175017624722466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had a huge smile on his face that never faded the whole morning...gotta love that enthusiasm! After getting dressed quickly, he made his bed and came downstairs to eat the fresh waffles Lehr was preparing for him. Big time. Maddux slept through all of this, so I waited until 10 minutes before we walked up to the bus to wake her. She was super excited too. We barely made it up the hill before the bus driver rounded the corner...looks like the bus is even earlier this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was gone. Then Lehr left. And it was just Maddux and I. No biggie...we ran a bunch of errands and made lunch and part of dinner. Then it hit me. Loneliness...still more than an hour to go. A few dance parties and some Maddux 'homework' got us through until 2:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli's best buddy gets off at the stop before us and his mom brought popcicles for the kids to enjoy on the walk home. What a treat! He then proceeded to happily walk home, second-line-ing with the umbrella Maddux brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77ebb3520d71f1fe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77ebb3520d71f1fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D751137148B20ECFB80B01C4D88DCFC56EC7D8363.2614741E34ABEA10E54EB5937A9AFB5DE0105118%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77ebb3520d71f1fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DibZzghsQA88rLEeFUENrbsdK7Qw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77ebb3520d71f1fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860337%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D751137148B20ECFB80B01C4D88DCFC56EC7D8363.2614741E34ABEA10E54EB5937A9AFB5DE0105118%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77ebb3520d71f1fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DibZzghsQA88rLEeFUENrbsdK7Qw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once home, Maddux absolutely needed a nap, or at least some solo down time, so I got her squared away in her room and went to play 20 Questions with Eli. As expected, many answers were, "I don't know." or "I don't remember." but he was excited and happy and obviously had a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5401240070093784319?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5401240070093784319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5401240070093784319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5401240070093784319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5401240070093784319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oO56C6zMkII/Tkl54yb_yyI/AAAAAAAAFUw/Le3w2cjXoAk/s72-c/DSC_0461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2614827343403535077</id><published>2011-08-13T19:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:33:45.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Baby Beauty (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Babies/2011-08-Kischuk/18531043_4dZKx5#1430734669_4GrNcwB"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhbE0kMHDxQ/TkhaOSP_v6I/AAAAAAAAFUQ/3q39Mw96ekc/s320/201108Kischuk-1082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640857734745145250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Babies/2011-08-Kischuk/18531043_4dZKx5#1430734669_4GrNcwB"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x6Vtz-z0oAk/TkhbSazee2I/AAAAAAAAFUY/DRKxMh9t19Q/s320/201108Kischuk-774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640858905272548194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2614827343403535077?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2614827343403535077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2614827343403535077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2614827343403535077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2614827343403535077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-beauty-photo-shoot.html' title='Baby Beauty (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hhbE0kMHDxQ/TkhaOSP_v6I/AAAAAAAAFUQ/3q39Mw96ekc/s72-c/201108Kischuk-1082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-959108496224295039</id><published>2011-08-10T07:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T07:42:23.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Back To School (Photo Shoot)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyurl.com/3c9uvl3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olj6TlCzE6A/TkO_0cmn0VI/AAAAAAAAFUI/AhTgIFc23T8/s320/201107Albinger-271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639562066150281554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyurl.com/3c9uvl3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsD3hR-jAZ0/TkO_Tf3WhuI/AAAAAAAAFT8/-TDA_bjmvA0/s320/201107Albinger-335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639561500090074850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-959108496224295039?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/959108496224295039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=959108496224295039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/959108496224295039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/959108496224295039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school-photo-shoot.html' title='Back To School (Photo Shoot)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olj6TlCzE6A/TkO_0cmn0VI/AAAAAAAAFUI/AhTgIFc23T8/s72-c/201107Albinger-271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6196759087412088609</id><published>2011-08-09T14:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:58:50.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>All Grows Up</title><content type='html'>I know I've titled blogs like that before, but this time I REALLY mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I made the kids pancakes for the last mid-week pancake breakfast before school starts and then we went to the river. I packed their bikes in the back so they could ride the flat trails along side the water while I walked/ran with them. The last time I did this was probably late May, and the rocky, uneven ground was too much for either of them. Today, Eli had no problems whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli took off from the second we got on the trails and looked like a pro. He had no problem handling the rocks and he was able to turn on a dime. I told Eli he could ride ahead, but to check back with Maddux and I periodically. He was amazingly obedient. Not only did he keep swinging back around to check on us, but I never had to remind him of it. And a few times we caught up to him; he had parked on the side of the trail and waited for us. It was like I was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of Eli's experience was at about the halfway point. He was really enjoying his freedom, you know the kind you can only find on your bike as a kid, and he got ahead of us. He waited just around a corner by a big-ish field of weeds and crickets. As I approached, he looked at me (still on his bike, with just a leg supporting him on the ground) and said, "Mommy, listen to those grasshoppers. That's beautiful. It's like they have their own rhythm." Then he tried to imitate it. All of this was done with a face full of contentment and wonder. I thought my heart would overflow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did fear I'd 'lost' Eli towards the end of our trip. Maddux and I hadn't seen him in a while and I was starting to get nervous. We passed a cool wood bridge that both kids really loved, so I took the girl and paced up and down it a few times, calling his name. No luck, so we returned to the main trail and picked up our speed. Just as he was supposed to be, he was turning back to find us a moment later. My heart took a while to calm down after that one. It's a real internal struggle when they are growing up and you know you need to extend their boundaries, but it's oh-so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux did not fare so well on this trip. Her bike is harder to maneuver due to the training wheels, even though she's a speedster on it. Add to that the whine factor that has been her existence for the last two weeks, and it made for a pretty miserable time. Honestly, if it hadn't been for the great experience Eli had, the trip would have been a wash. Maddux and I agreed that next time we'll bring the BOB so I can push her while Eli rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-6196759087412088609?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6196759087412088609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6196759087412088609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6196759087412088609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6196759087412088609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-grows-up.html' title='All Grows Up'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2625207881873374312</id><published>2011-08-08T14:58:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:19:39.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>A Day In The Life</title><content type='html'>Here we are...only one week before school begins for the second time. Eli will be in first grade this year (WHAT?!?) and Maddux is starting Pre-K (4-days a week for a few hours). Seriously...how did I get here? It seems like just yesterday that I had one baby with me, 24/7. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9ZFohlebpQ/TkCIbafzWbI/AAAAAAAAFTU/KXeNRLLESbI/s1600/DSC_0002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9ZFohlebpQ/TkCIbafzWbI/AAAAAAAAFTU/KXeNRLLESbI/s320/DSC_0002-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638656738018417074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And maybe it was just a few hours ago that I had both kids, baby and toddler, under my feet and in my arms all day to cherish and hug. Now they are away from me more hours than I'd like each day and I'm left wondering how I managed to stay home with them for this long, and now how will I manage to have them away from me for a chunk of the day, more days than not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often hear the question, "How do you stay home all day with your kids? What do you DO all day?" The brave ones admit that they honestly think it's all bon-bons and tv. I assure you, I have never eaten a bon-bon, and my kids view TV as a huge treat as it is not often on in our house, even though they're now 4 and 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veVSbFYU9zo/TkCXY0jQTuI/AAAAAAAAFTc/1IRJqieKUIg/s1600/DSC_0435-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veVSbFYU9zo/TkCXY0jQTuI/AAAAAAAAFTc/1IRJqieKUIg/s320/DSC_0435-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638673186147028706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you have kids at home with you, especially those under 4, your every moment is utilized and spoken-for. If you're not cleaning them, you're feeding them. If you're not feeding them, you're hugging them. If you're not hugging them, you're disciplining them. If you're not disciplining them, you're dressing them. If you're not dressing them, you're teaching them. If you're not teaching them, you're kissing them. If you're not kissing them, you're disciplining them (again). If you're not disciplining them, you're napping them. If you're not napping them, you're reading to them. If you're not reading to them, you're cooking for them. And if you're not cooking for them, you're trying to catch up on laundry, or a shower for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have loved every minute of it. Even when I've had a rough day, even when my patience has run thin, and even when I have 'the worst day', it is still something I would choose for our family, one million times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we decided to have kids, I swore up and down that if I ever did have kids, I would still work. I was too smart, too career-driven, too 'above it' to stay home and baby-sit all day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WN0hUFlSC8/TkD0RvfO5yI/AAAAAAAAFTk/qTwVhS11x4s/s1600/DSC_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6WN0hUFlSC8/TkD0RvfO5yI/AAAAAAAAFTk/qTwVhS11x4s/s320/DSC_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638775319110280994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow...how arrogant was I? Not only can I not imagine not being the main influence on my young children, I also can't imagine how I ever thought any differently. I am in no way perfect, but I am glad that I get to be the decision maker about what my kids eat, what is read to them, the toys they play with, the language used around them, the amount of love given to them every hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may sound like I just want to control them; it's really not that. I just want to make sure that what they are being fed, literally, spiritually, educationally, is in-line with our family morals and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0V1nRsRCIDs/TkD05daZhgI/AAAAAAAAFTs/sfS7mlnaQX8/s1600/DSC_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0V1nRsRCIDs/TkD05daZhgI/AAAAAAAAFTs/sfS7mlnaQX8/s320/DSC_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638776001452934658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I love knowing that I was able to decide these many decisions for them their whole young life, both small decisions like reading to them 4-5 times a day when they were babies and big decisions like what style of discipline is used with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thinking of all of those small moments that I could have missed if I'd not been home with them makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question, "But what do you DOOO all day? It must be a constant vacation....much easier than a job, anyway." While I do not view staying at home with my kids as a 'job', it is a responsibility, and it is hard work (even though I choose it over a 'job' every day). A typical summer day for us a few weeks ago looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4:30-7:00AM - Bootcamp for Mommy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:30-8:00AM - Kids wake up - snuggle with Mommy while I finish bootcamp emails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8:00-8:45AM - Work with kids to do their responsibilities (get dressed, make bed, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9:00AM - Breakfast (a melt-down for Maddux results in a time-out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9:30-10:30AM - 'Homework' - we do handwriting, math, reading, coloring 'work' when we can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10:30AM - Load kids in the car to run to Target for lunchboxes. While we're there Eli sees a toy he wants, so we discuss cost, translate into quarters, and how he'll save for that. Math lesson done!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11:15AM - Dentist appointments for both kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12:15PM - Home for individual reading time - 15 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12:30PM - Lunch (Eli complains about his food to the point where he ends up being asked to empty most of the dishwasher for me to learn about appreciation for others caring and providing for him.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1:30PM - Pool time. I work with Maddux on diving and Eli on flip-turns at the ends of the lanes. Two time-outs for Maddux for pulling on her brother while we're in the pool. Eli earns some reflective time sitting on the side with me when he decides to not share with his sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3:15PM - Home for 'room time'. Read a book to each of the kids in their room first. (Both kids in their room for 30-40 minutes to read, play quietly or nap.) I catch up on editing for nep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4:15PM - The kids and I read books together on the couch. Eli reads every other page as we make our way through the stack. Maddux answers random comprehensive questions. Sometimes her answers are even correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5:15PM - Dinner prep. No clue what we had because most nights it's random as I don't plan well in this area. The kids usually help me a little or play in the back-yard/back porch where I can see them from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5:45PM - Kids grumble and argue over setting the table. Dinner is served. (Lehr is home at this point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6:15PM - Play outside - baseball, bikes, yard stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:15PM - Bathtime/shower time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:40PM - Books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8:00PM - Lights out for the kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9:30-10:00 PM - Collapse in a heap in my bed&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJAynCDrB6o/TkElH8QXyAI/AAAAAAAAFT0/66687TOx6ig/s1600/DSC_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJAynCDrB6o/TkElH8QXyAI/AAAAAAAAFT0/66687TOx6ig/s320/DSC_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638829026808678402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Many (many) encouragements, reminders, struggles, 'teaching moments', and corrections were left out of the summery, but for the most part, that was one of our relaxed days this summer. No major schedule or errands to work with, so fitting in the fun stuff was easier. No TV, no bon-bons...lots of hard work, lots of in-the-moment decisions, and lots of learning, both for me and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love every minute of it. I don't wish the role of a SAHM on my worst enemy. But I do wish it on my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2625207881873374312?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2625207881873374312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2625207881873374312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2625207881873374312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2625207881873374312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In The Life'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9ZFohlebpQ/TkCIbafzWbI/AAAAAAAAFTU/KXeNRLLESbI/s72-c/DSC_0002-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1686993415019043971</id><published>2011-08-05T14:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T20:36:50.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Younger Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cv_O_261Q0/TkB8izXGmKI/AAAAAAAAFS8/t9-T6vL9PXI/s1600/DSC_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cv_O_261Q0/TkB8izXGmKI/AAAAAAAAFS8/t9-T6vL9PXI/s320/DSC_0243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638643670812367010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli and Maddux haven't had any younger cousins until now. Eden, their one and only, was born over a year ago, but we didn't get a chance to meet her until this trip. I knew Maddux would be instantly attracted to her, but I was unsure how Eli would handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddux was in full mommy-mode/care-giver status/nurturer-extraordinaire. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4D9QF0Qucw/TkB-MZ3OqEI/AAAAAAAAFTE/pnU9gglJZhw/s1600/DSC_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4D9QF0Qucw/TkB-MZ3OqEI/AAAAAAAAFTE/pnU9gglJZhw/s320/DSC_0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638645485033924674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves taking care of kids younger, or seemingly younger due to size or behavior. She hopped right in and tried to pick Eden up, hold Eden's hand when walking, feed Eden, and basically not give Eden any breathing room. Eden tolerated her pretty well, but when Maddux pushed it too far, she let her know. I think Maddux's favorite part was feeding Eden a bottle and cereal...she felt very grown-up when she was allowed to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngOdCnFSwrg/TkCA6eOIfII/AAAAAAAAFTM/6Qxc0K-AHq4/s1600/DSC_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngOdCnFSwrg/TkCA6eOIfII/AAAAAAAAFTM/6Qxc0K-AHq4/s320/DSC_0401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638648475500969090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first day or two, Eli didn't pay Eden much attention; he just seemed to tolerate her. Somewhere around the end of day two or three, Eli showed her some love and then he never looked back. In fact, one meal he was rather distraught because he really wanted to sit next to her, but those seats were taken. He also picked Eden up, gave her toys, and tried to entertain her. I got a few cute shots of them the day before we left....it was great to see my boy in more of a caring role with a younger child. Especially now that there are two more young cousins on the way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-1686993415019043971?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1686993415019043971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1686993415019043971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1686993415019043971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1686993415019043971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/younger-cousins.html' title='Younger Cousins'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cv_O_261Q0/TkB8izXGmKI/AAAAAAAAFS8/t9-T6vL9PXI/s72-c/DSC_0243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8876733092024796846</id><published>2011-08-03T07:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T20:13:59.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N8-iEtE4iM/TkB3KCCBIzI/AAAAAAAAFSs/xzWsL5trljM/s1600/DSC_0210-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N8-iEtE4iM/TkB3KCCBIzI/AAAAAAAAFSs/xzWsL5trljM/s320/DSC_0210-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638637747695592242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days before we left Idaho, the boys went camping. We all gathered at a beautiful camping area that my family used to frequent when I was younger around 3PM. The kids played in the water as we watched from the beach, and we all swatted away enough flies to fill a bus. Once we'd had our fill of the beach, we made our way back to the campsite for dinner. Hot dogs, fruit and s'mores were on the menu. The kids tried to cook the dogs, but the teens and adults had to take that over. Immediately afterwards we started on the s'mores. (The girls were not staying overnight and it was already 7PM at this point.) Personally, hot dogs weren't enough to lure me anywhere, but s'mores are, so I was fine with getting to the good part that quickly. The marshmallows were the biggest I'd ever seen....they could have been halved and still been big. Maddux and Eli loved that part, of course. A tasty treat and fire? The perfect combo for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we finished dessert, the girls all headed back to the house to sleep. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGx2NPvXsv4/TkB7ClzlvUI/AAAAAAAAFS0/QdlmxQWBVUs/s1600/IMG_0996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGx2NPvXsv4/TkB7ClzlvUI/AAAAAAAAFS0/QdlmxQWBVUs/s320/IMG_0996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638642017906310466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddux and I slept together on a blow-up mattress, which she loved. Eli and the rest of the boys played a few card games until it got dark and then went Snipe hunting. Eli had been soooo excited about this. Treis, Cole and Uncle J really played it up, and Eli would have walked over hot coals to be included in the 'hunt'. Lehr tells me that Justin did a great job creating the scene for Snipe hunting, and Eli was into it, 100%. Once they finished (Eli was disappointed that they came back empty-handed), they hung out around the fire a little more. Lehr said that Eli asked twice, very seriously, to go to bed. On the second request, his wish was granted, and he slept later than anyone the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8876733092024796846?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8876733092024796846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8876733092024796846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8876733092024796846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8876733092024796846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/08/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N8-iEtE4iM/TkB3KCCBIzI/AAAAAAAAFSs/xzWsL5trljM/s72-c/DSC_0210-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4186542248305923065</id><published>2011-07-29T11:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:00:17.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>From the time we planned this trip, my mom has been promising the kids that they would all have a sleepover at her house. Five cousins in the same city at the same time calls for nothing less. Last night was that crazy night and it lived up to the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us played a game of croquet outside, pretty high stakes. Then a few select naps took place, due to a sleep shortage caused by camping the night before. Once the kids woke up they went bowling. I don't know the details, but I'm sure it was mayhem and fun, all at once. Dinner was at Red Lobster, a new restaurant to my kids. They loved it and were stuffed by the time they got back in the car(s) to go to Target. Oh yes, there must be a Target Toy Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home, they all agreed on a movie to watch; Tangled was chosen. (Did I mention it was about 10PM by this time?) Lehr and I were out on a date until 11:30, so we came home to find all kids awake, playing with legos and other things, watching a movie. I was shocked my kids were able to keep their eyes open, but they did. All of the way through the movie which was over somewhere around 12:15. Eli slept in the living room with the boys and Maddux opted to sleep in her regular room on the mattress (she didn't want to sleep with Grandma - I think she was just too tired). It is now 9AM and they both just woke up. Not nearly enough sleep, but the latest they've slept in longer than I can remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4186542248305923065?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4186542248305923065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4186542248305923065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4186542248305923065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4186542248305923065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2011/07/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Roax59GbZiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tCoG3ZtymDE/s320/2006+02+Cole+dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
