<?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-706228562873668290</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:28:43.157-06:00</updated><category term='life in SA'/><category term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><category term='aren&apos;t you crafty'/><category term='ARG'/><category term='business'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='babies'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='organization'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='money management'/><category term='MIL'/><category term='household management'/><category term='garden'/><category term='music'/><category term='mothering'/><category term='works for me'/><category term='soapbox'/><category term='family doings'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='job'/><category term='just us'/><category term='church'/><category term='current events'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='the dog'/><category term='my favorite things'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='history'/><category term='sports'/><category term='tv'/><category term='Sunday Sums'/><category term='health'/><category term='cute pics'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sugar 'n' Spice</title><subtitle type='html'>What it really takes to make up a house full of girls.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>725</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-401077479803244203</id><published>2011-07-21T17:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T18:00:44.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Not again</title><content type='html'>Yes, again.  It happened again.  This time it was Brynna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of myself when summer started and the girls pulled out the bikes again.  I'm not going to act like an over-protective parent. I'm not going to panic every time a child falls on a bike.  After all, breaking a leg is not the usual outcome from that.  And we've already used up our allotment of broken legs, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently not.  Brynna fell riding her bike Monday morning, and turned her ankle in the fall.  At first we thought it was just sprained, but after x-rays and and an MRI, she broke her tibia.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately they were able to cast her in office instead under general anesthesia like Hailey needed.  But because the doctor was concerned about the bones staying in the proper alignment for the joint to work properly she needs x-rays once a week for the next 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey at least we already had the crutches! But I am now convinced that bicycles are inventions of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSflZftz71k/TiiuOQvxISI/AAAAAAAACdw/psctA7_5634/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSflZftz71k/TiiuOQvxISI/AAAAAAAACdw/psctA7_5634/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631942894063526178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdY9Kjg9i1I/TiiuOF2Sg7I/AAAAAAAACdo/4lNXfmKJgRY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdY9Kjg9i1I/TiiuOF2Sg7I/AAAAAAAACdo/4lNXfmKJgRY/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631942891138089906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her sisters had toys and coloring books ready for her when she got home from getting the cast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-401077479803244203?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/401077479803244203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=401077479803244203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/401077479803244203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/401077479803244203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-again.html' title='Not again'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSflZftz71k/TiiuOQvxISI/AAAAAAAACdw/psctA7_5634/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5604816457726241841</id><published>2011-06-22T21:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:41:07.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>oo-woo</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; was playing with a scarf from the play clothes and wrapped it around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;-woo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;: "Mama, I not naked!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-5604816457726241841?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5604816457726241841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5604816457726241841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5604816457726241841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5604816457726241841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/06/oo-woo.html' title='oo-woo'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-797508823561297061</id><published>2011-06-09T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:21:27.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>More Spring Recitals</title><content type='html'>Aubrey playing Minuet in G (Yes, like in The music Man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GCJE4oWTTus?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GCJE4oWTTus?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kora playing Mozart's Fantasy in D Minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vl53cS71FU8?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vl53cS71FU8?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/706228562873668290-797508823561297061?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/797508823561297061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=797508823561297061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/797508823561297061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/797508823561297061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-spring-recitals.html' title='More Spring Recitals'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5896049055255899180</id><published>2011-06-06T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:17:46.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Brynna's Spring Recital May 2011</title><content type='html'>Brynna's first spring recital.  She's playing "The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies" from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nutcracker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9dNJvn63sMU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9dNJvn63sMU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/706228562873668290-5896049055255899180?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5896049055255899180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5896049055255899180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5896049055255899180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5896049055255899180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/06/brynnas-spring-recital-may-2011.html' title='Brynna&apos;s Spring Recital May 2011'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7635027676388124149</id><published>2011-04-19T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:24:26.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Part 2 of Birthday Week: Ashlynn</title><content type='html'>We will never have another 2 year old.  Can't decide whether I'm sad about that or not.  Either way, Ashlynn is definitely 3 today!  I've always said 3 is harder than 2 for us, so we'll see how this year turns out.  She is as strong willed, stubborn as ever.  She thinks she's way older than she is.  In fact last night when I asked her if she was going to be three tomorrow, she told me, "No, eight!"  (I informed her that couldn't be possible, since eight year olds are completely potty trained, or words to that effect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday, Ashlynn Faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fykGP8CIfcQ/Ta2ovZG0-WI/AAAAAAAACdY/XHq7Hka00-E/s1600/IMG_9867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fykGP8CIfcQ/Ta2ovZG0-WI/AAAAAAAACdY/XHq7Hka00-E/s320/IMG_9867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597315444038236514" 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/706228562873668290-7635027676388124149?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7635027676388124149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7635027676388124149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7635027676388124149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7635027676388124149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-2-of-birthday-week-ashlynn.html' title='Part 2 of Birthday Week: Ashlynn'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fykGP8CIfcQ/Ta2ovZG0-WI/AAAAAAAACdY/XHq7Hka00-E/s72-c/IMG_9867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4947966295598593919</id><published>2011-04-16T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:00:00.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Brynna!</title><content type='html'>It's another birthday week at our house.  Today, Brynna turns double digits: she's 10!  Happy Birthday, Brynna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yc9OMVCBsxw/TanK9Vi5VEI/AAAAAAAACdQ/2r3WspBbtCE/s1600/IMG_9916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yc9OMVCBsxw/TanK9Vi5VEI/AAAAAAAACdQ/2r3WspBbtCE/s320/IMG_9916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596227167088890946" 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/706228562873668290-4947966295598593919?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4947966295598593919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4947966295598593919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4947966295598593919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4947966295598593919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-brynna.html' title='Happy Birthday, Brynna!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yc9OMVCBsxw/TanK9Vi5VEI/AAAAAAAACdQ/2r3WspBbtCE/s72-c/IMG_9916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7637950479212593293</id><published>2011-04-02T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:42:22.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>In Threes</title><content type='html'>You know the old saying how things always break in threes?  Well, we beat that!  In the last two months we've had to replace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 tires on the Suburban&lt;br /&gt;one broken window in the house&lt;br /&gt;the lawnmower&lt;br /&gt;the grill&lt;br /&gt;a keyboard&lt;br /&gt;a speaker set (these last two are thanks to our puppy chewing the wires)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course that's not even counting the "body work" Kelly had to have in February (he had his gall bladder removed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since a &lt;a href="http://atgrannyshouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/having-just-experienced-my-third.html"&gt;friend of mine has had to replace her whole life&lt;/a&gt; (or at least her laptop, which I'm sure felt like it) I won't complain.  Too loudly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7637950479212593293?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7637950479212593293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7637950479212593293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7637950479212593293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7637950479212593293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-threes.html' title='In Threes'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-1139683629319640774</id><published>2011-03-23T09:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:09:36.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Whose Round Table?</title><content type='html'>This one is especially for my father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we've been studying about Alexander the Great.  After reading a book about him and his army, Hailey, my 8 yo, came to me with this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey: Was Alexander the Great a real person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey: Hm.  I didn't think he was because that would mean Merlin and the Sword in the Stone were real too, and I didn't think that was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (stifling a laugh): Honey, I think you're getting him mixed up with King Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey, smiling sheepishly: Oh, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-1139683629319640774?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1139683629319640774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=1139683629319640774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1139683629319640774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1139683629319640774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/whose-round-table.html' title='Whose Round Table?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2105053651843421222</id><published>2011-03-09T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:13:55.841-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soapbox'/><title type='text'>Church Signs</title><content type='html'>Can I just ask that churches with church signs be careful about what they put up?  Frankly I'm of the opinion that church signs should be restricted to church info like times of service or to Scripture.  Anything else seems to get the church into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or make them look foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain church not too far from where I live that makes me cringe EVERY time I drive past it.  It's a Baptist church, and for some reason Southern Baptist churches seem to be the worst about this.  We're not Baptists anymore, but even back when we were, we would never visit this particular church in large part because of the stupid signs on the front of the building - which faces a major highway here in town.  I have always wondered where they get their kitschy little quotes, figuring it had to be some cute little blond secretary who had a book from the local Christian bookstore.  If so, please put the book in the trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sayings are either just cheesy and rather stupid like this one from a couple of years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SALVATION... It does a body good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just really bad theology, like the one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;currently&lt;/span&gt; on the front of the church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seek first God's kingdom and the things you want will seek you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea the motive behind the church leadership allowing such things on the front of the church, but I have a hard time believing this will draw in new visitors.  It for sure kept us away years ago when we were searching for a Baptist church to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping off the soap box now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2105053651843421222?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2105053651843421222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2105053651843421222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2105053651843421222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2105053651843421222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/church-signs.html' title='Church Signs'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7253143548021384523</id><published>2011-03-01T09:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:43:24.793-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Defeat is its own reward</title><content type='html'>Lauryn, 6yo, is not a very gracious loser.  The girl hates to lose a game, and we are still learning to do so without pouting.  We play a lot of math games as part of her "Kinder" math, many of which rely on rolls of dice, so are purely "luck" games. Yesterday we played such a game and I beat her by one roll of the die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got that familiar pouty face.  I decided to try to reason with her (yes, I now realize the futility of that, but it was worth a shot, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lauryn, does anything really bad happen to you when you lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn: Nothing except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOSING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7253143548021384523?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7253143548021384523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7253143548021384523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7253143548021384523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7253143548021384523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/03/defeat-is-its-own-reward.html' title='Defeat is its own reward'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4586839017461372781</id><published>2011-02-22T16:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:23:47.015-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dog'/><title type='text'>This is why kids should be taught Logic</title><content type='html'>Did you know we got a new puppy recently?  No, that wasn't at all logical, what's your point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy is afraid of balls.  Even small ones.  He barks at them and crouches down like he's going to flee for his life.  It's quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy also has discovered my raised vegetable garden, which currently has nothing in it but dirt and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soaker&lt;/span&gt; hose.  The girls had a very hard time keeping him out of it yesterday while they were out playing.  And no, it's not that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the logic come in?  Well, it allows my 12 year old, Aubrey, to come up with this syllogism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buddy is afraid of balls and won't go near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buddy likes to get into the garden bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus this should work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rlKVwaHM-Q/TWRAlPLzJ3I/AAAAAAAACdI/D4cptflzVao/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rlKVwaHM-Q/TWRAlPLzJ3I/AAAAAAAACdI/D4cptflzVao/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576653247066875762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you know what?  It did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4586839017461372781?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4586839017461372781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4586839017461372781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4586839017461372781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4586839017461372781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-why-kids-should-be-taught-logic.html' title='This is why kids should be taught Logic'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rlKVwaHM-Q/TWRAlPLzJ3I/AAAAAAAACdI/D4cptflzVao/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5723577334565846077</id><published>2011-02-21T19:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:18:20.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Kora's pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BscpNplNtQ/TWMaUtKr5OI/AAAAAAAACdA/MsogWUo-lMU/s1600/IMG_9944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BscpNplNtQ/TWMaUtKr5OI/AAAAAAAACdA/MsogWUo-lMU/s320/IMG_9944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576329706638927074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5aDzT7Q3R4/TWMaUTpebbI/AAAAAAAACc4/HVA_I3qxuP8/s1600/IMG_9959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5aDzT7Q3R4/TWMaUTpebbI/AAAAAAAACc4/HVA_I3qxuP8/s320/IMG_9959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576329699788746162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_ZE5whdPG8/TWMZGjcPqVI/AAAAAAAACco/d3fhW2EmHlg/s1600/IMG_9956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B_ZE5whdPG8/TWMZGjcPqVI/AAAAAAAACco/d3fhW2EmHlg/s320/IMG_9956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576328363998423378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lwt_sMP5wdA/TWMZGQM4uWI/AAAAAAAACcg/8Ye8GIxZgxo/s1600/IMG_9943a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lwt_sMP5wdA/TWMZGQM4uWI/AAAAAAAACcg/8Ye8GIxZgxo/s320/IMG_9943a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576328358833731938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPi5z30rqMk/TWMZGIlJcFI/AAAAAAAACcY/DIeHUbSYThw/s1600/IMG_9937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPi5z30rqMk/TWMZGIlJcFI/AAAAAAAACcY/DIeHUbSYThw/s320/IMG_9937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576328356788006994" 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/706228562873668290-5723577334565846077?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5723577334565846077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5723577334565846077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5723577334565846077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5723577334565846077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/koras-pictures.html' title='Kora&apos;s pictures'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BscpNplNtQ/TWMaUtKr5OI/AAAAAAAACdA/MsogWUo-lMU/s72-c/IMG_9944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8368650413080735549</id><published>2011-02-13T19:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:32:13.142-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dog'/><title type='text'>Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Buddy, Kelly's Valentine's Day gift.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxn633zijAA/TViFJMM7-HI/AAAAAAAACcQ/vAV7RNCGvLw/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxn633zijAA/TViFJMM7-HI/AAAAAAAACcQ/vAV7RNCGvLw/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573350931811793010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He's 7 weeks old, and is called a boxador.  No, that's not really a breed, but it's what they call a boxer/Labrador mix.  His mom's a boxer and his dad is a yellow lab.  He's very sweet.  He was a little scared when I first brought him home, but he has warmed up to all the loving hands and arms that have smothered him, er, I mean, welcomed him to the household.  Now let's hope we have better success at housebreaking than we did at potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8368650413080735549?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8368650413080735549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8368650413080735549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8368650413080735549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8368650413080735549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/buddy.html' title='Buddy'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxn633zijAA/TViFJMM7-HI/AAAAAAAACcQ/vAV7RNCGvLw/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-920726975469663500</id><published>2011-02-12T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T09:44:18.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>The Gall Bladder Saga</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in an earlier post that Kelly's been having health issues.  This has been going on since May.  In June we thought he had food poisoning.  Since the attacks kept happening we thought he'd developed a food allergy.  Then we thought it was a bacterial infection of the stomach.  A blood test ruled that out.  Then we thought it was gall stones.  An ultrasound ruled that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a couple of weeks ago he went in for an EGD because the GI doctor thought it was an ulcer, but the scope showed nothing that could cause the symptoms.  So he ordered a &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/hida-scan/MY00320"&gt;HIDA scan&lt;/a&gt; to check the gall bladder to see if it was functioning.  A normal gall bladder will show at least a 35% rate on this scan; Kelly's was 14%.   His condition is called &lt;a href="http://www.cheboygansurgical.com/biliary-dyskinesia-80/"&gt;Biliary Dyskinesia&lt;/a&gt;.  So Monday he saw a surgeon and Thursday he had the gall bladder removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was somewhat amazing that it happened so quickly because our health insurance is still a mess.  Kelly changed jobs in November but wasn't eligible for the company health insurance until January 1, 2011.  (The company insures new hirees starting on the first day of the month after they have been working there for 30 days.)  But the company's health insurance year starts over on February 1 of every year.  So we had insurance for January and then the company switched health insurance providers in February.  So we still don't have insurance cards.  We weren't even in the new company's system yet.  But obviously God worked it out so that they worked with us.  Kelly's HR manager has been a great help too, working with the doctor and surgical center to show we do have coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so providential that he had it done Thursday, because he was so sick from the gall bladder that morning that I would have had to take him to the ER if we weren't already scheduled to go in for surgery.  I joked to the girls about him having "gall bladder poisoning" and they thought I was serious.  I'm not sure I wasn't as it was definitely "poisoning" his health.  He's still sore from the four incisions in his stomach, but already feels better than he did before surgery in spite of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, he'll be back to feeling better very soon.  We are all hoping that.  My 14 yo made the comment yesterday that it was hard to imagine life without Daddy being sick all the time.  We are praying that is in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-920726975469663500?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/920726975469663500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=920726975469663500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/920726975469663500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/920726975469663500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/gall-bladder-saga.html' title='The Gall Bladder Saga'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3904912595023789307</id><published>2011-02-04T09:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:08:51.757-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Snow in San Antonio</title><content type='html'>I guess anything can happen now, 'cause San Antonio froze over!  At least Kelly got a snow day 'cause of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV8UEjFgI/AAAAAAAACcI/FhRIx7StAt8/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV8UEjFgI/AAAAAAAACcI/FhRIx7StAt8/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569850965074580994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV8KSABvI/AAAAAAAACcA/7u_NnJpns-k/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV8KSABvI/AAAAAAAACcA/7u_NnJpns-k/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569850962446649074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV76PKzmI/AAAAAAAACb4/5Rtx214Oslc/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV76PKzmI/AAAAAAAACb4/5Rtx214Oslc/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569850958139805282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV7nVQJmI/AAAAAAAACbw/A1B9NzpzRJ8/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV7nVQJmI/AAAAAAAACbw/A1B9NzpzRJ8/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569850953065047650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV7bIf7uI/AAAAAAAACbo/TFvjI_u7AKE/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV7bIf7uI/AAAAAAAACbo/TFvjI_u7AKE/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569850949790330594" 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/706228562873668290-3904912595023789307?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3904912595023789307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3904912595023789307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3904912595023789307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3904912595023789307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-in-san-antonio.html' title='Snow in San Antonio'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUwV8UEjFgI/AAAAAAAACcI/FhRIx7StAt8/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8576790266510129256</id><published>2011-01-31T15:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:18:15.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Sorry for the delay</title><content type='html'>Kelly's been having health problems of late, so most of my non-schooling, non-cooking, non-grocery-and-necessity-shopping time seems to be taken up with appointments, procedures, prescriptions, insurance companies, etc.  But at least, here are Aubrey's pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUckek4rm1I/AAAAAAAACbM/KJxY6dT6RPs/s1600/IMG_9923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUckek4rm1I/AAAAAAAACbM/KJxY6dT6RPs/s320/IMG_9923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568459571982998354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUckeG7AisI/AAAAAAAACbE/TikW1mSrWWU/s1600/IMG_9921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUckeG7AisI/AAAAAAAACbE/TikW1mSrWWU/s320/IMG_9921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568459563939695298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUckdwW4uhI/AAAAAAAACa8/NSVr8mG09MU/s1600/IMG_9919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUckdwW4uhI/AAAAAAAACa8/NSVr8mG09MU/s320/IMG_9919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568459557882608146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUclk45QHtI/AAAAAAAACbc/QGLnvquaiuQ/s1600/IMG_9931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUclk45QHtI/AAAAAAAACbc/QGLnvquaiuQ/s320/IMG_9931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568460779944943314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUclkmDkrdI/AAAAAAAACbU/-iehs-JsEj0/s1600/IMG_9928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUclkmDkrdI/AAAAAAAACbU/-iehs-JsEj0/s320/IMG_9928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568460774887960018" 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/706228562873668290-8576790266510129256?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8576790266510129256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8576790266510129256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8576790266510129256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8576790266510129256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry-for-delay.html' title='Sorry for the delay'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TUckek4rm1I/AAAAAAAACbM/KJxY6dT6RPs/s72-c/IMG_9923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6844479788308426242</id><published>2011-01-19T15:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:35:43.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Brynna's pictures</title><content type='html'>I was elsewhere when a good many of these pictures were taken.  I came back in to see all these pictures of someone I didn't recognize: I almost never see her without her glasses anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdX1cJwqHI/AAAAAAAACaU/a-FMl08qK2I/s1600/IMG_9911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdX1cJwqHI/AAAAAAAACaU/a-FMl08qK2I/s320/IMG_9911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564012440241350770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdX0zixQmI/AAAAAAAACaM/ZvhzW5oRGIk/s1600/IMG_9910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdX0zixQmI/AAAAAAAACaM/ZvhzW5oRGIk/s320/IMG_9910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564012429340394082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdX1yqxguI/AAAAAAAACac/XzH_CY3KYdM/s1600/IMG_9912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdX1yqxguI/AAAAAAAACac/XzH_CY3KYdM/s320/IMG_9912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564012446285398754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdY5V9J9oI/AAAAAAAACa0/pgJvd1R7ylw/s1600/IMG_9916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdY5V9J9oI/AAAAAAAACa0/pgJvd1R7ylw/s320/IMG_9916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564013606808974978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdY5KhqN-I/AAAAAAAACas/39ye_7npHos/s1600/IMG_9914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdY5KhqN-I/AAAAAAAACas/39ye_7npHos/s320/IMG_9914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564013603740858338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdY4hRMgLI/AAAAAAAACak/Bd8syhT3Iy4/s1600/IMG_9915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdY4hRMgLI/AAAAAAAACak/Bd8syhT3Iy4/s320/IMG_9915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564013592665948338" 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/706228562873668290-6844479788308426242?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6844479788308426242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6844479788308426242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6844479788308426242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6844479788308426242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/brynnas-pictures.html' title='Brynna&apos;s pictures'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTdX1cJwqHI/AAAAAAAACaU/a-FMl08qK2I/s72-c/IMG_9911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-493097295316497389</id><published>2011-01-17T18:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:20:07.483-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>Hailey, this time.  I have to tell a story about the first one.  With everyone of the kids my brother-in-law got to a point where he told them to be serious.  It made every one of them giggle, like he'd tickled them on the neck, except Hailey.  She immediately wiped all vestiges of a smile off her face.  She's a pro!  I thought Kora would do it too, since she's got that teenaged stoic thing going, but even she laughed before she could get serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTakwj9EJI/AAAAAAAACZc/F4MZdyg3dC8/s1600/IMG_9892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTakwj9EJI/AAAAAAAACZc/F4MZdyg3dC8/s320/IMG_9892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563311764755255442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTalSBRAEI/AAAAAAAACZs/vzxCwM3SyGQ/s1600/IMG_9890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTalSBRAEI/AAAAAAAACZs/vzxCwM3SyGQ/s320/IMG_9890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563311773736566850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTalJ7_-fI/AAAAAAAACZk/YQsHGc9MNuM/s1600/IMG_9886%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTalJ7_-fI/AAAAAAAACZk/YQsHGc9MNuM/s320/IMG_9886%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563311771566995954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTbnCt1wMI/AAAAAAAACaE/IeBiSJ7aXXY/s1600/IMG_9901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTbnCt1wMI/AAAAAAAACaE/IeBiSJ7aXXY/s320/IMG_9901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563312903499923650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTbmqAvsiI/AAAAAAAACZ8/0zvKihULfos/s1600/IMG_9895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTbmqAvsiI/AAAAAAAACZ8/0zvKihULfos/s320/IMG_9895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563312896868332066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTbltQ8mAI/AAAAAAAACZ0/1jpp5igX95o/s1600/IMG_9893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTbltQ8mAI/AAAAAAAACZ0/1jpp5igX95o/s320/IMG_9893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563312880561723394" 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/706228562873668290-493097295316497389?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/493097295316497389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=493097295316497389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/493097295316497389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/493097295316497389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TTTakwj9EJI/AAAAAAAACZc/F4MZdyg3dC8/s72-c/IMG_9892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2637832240213997929</id><published>2011-01-12T18:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:22:56.721-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Lauryn</title><content type='html'>More pictures. We had individual pictures taken of all 6 kids, and there were some real gems in them. Here's some of Lauryns'.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5OhfpU2uI/AAAAAAAACZU/8wZ5f1phWnE/s1600/IMG_9876a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5OhfpU2uI/AAAAAAAACZU/8wZ5f1phWnE/s320/IMG_9876a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468927186623202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5Og9Z3cGI/AAAAAAAACZM/doDF357q3z0/s1600/IMG_9878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5Og9Z3cGI/AAAAAAAACZM/doDF357q3z0/s320/IMG_9878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468917994975330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5Ogr348lI/AAAAAAAACZE/InjUQWPsuUE/s1600/IMG_9877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5Ogr348lI/AAAAAAAACZE/InjUQWPsuUE/s320/IMG_9877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468913289065042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5LdqwegPI/AAAAAAAACY8/6eEttZT2KCA/s1600/IMG_9873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5LdqwegPI/AAAAAAAACY8/6eEttZT2KCA/s320/IMG_9873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561465562915045618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5Lc2Kj60I/AAAAAAAACY0/g3bdJZy6mIs/s1600/IMG_9872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5Lc2Kj60I/AAAAAAAACY0/g3bdJZy6mIs/s320/IMG_9872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561465548797373250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5Lctn1nPI/AAAAAAAACYs/jqQL2Wtt5LY/s1600/IMG_9871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5Lctn1nPI/AAAAAAAACYs/jqQL2Wtt5LY/s320/IMG_9871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561465546504248562" 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/706228562873668290-2637832240213997929?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2637832240213997929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2637832240213997929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2637832240213997929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2637832240213997929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/lauryn.html' title='Lauryn'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TS5OhfpU2uI/AAAAAAAACZU/8wZ5f1phWnE/s72-c/IMG_9876a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6545431552720640326</id><published>2011-01-11T14:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:17:46.292-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Ashlynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some highlights of the picture taking sessions from last Saturday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzHxsxVNuI/AAAAAAAACYk/VtC7ocYZ01E/s1600/IMG_9867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzHxsxVNuI/AAAAAAAACYk/VtC7ocYZ01E/s320/IMG_9867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561039296541308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzHxQN5y1I/AAAAAAAACYc/fMWi4Mq__Fc/s1600/IMG_9869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzHxQN5y1I/AAAAAAAACYc/fMWi4Mq__Fc/s320/IMG_9869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561039288876518226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzGUzHcEkI/AAAAAAAACYU/s9NPMnNxtCI/s1600/IMG_9864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzGUzHcEkI/AAAAAAAACYU/s9NPMnNxtCI/s320/IMG_9864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561037700516811330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzGUbAY4DI/AAAAAAAACYM/Ox5CXa8h9XM/s1600/IMG_9863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzGUbAY4DI/AAAAAAAACYM/Ox5CXa8h9XM/s320/IMG_9863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561037694044790834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzC0TV8N5I/AAAAAAAACYE/dsmi0AQcQhg/s1600/IMG_9861%2B-%2BCopy%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzC0TV8N5I/AAAAAAAACYE/dsmi0AQcQhg/s320/IMG_9861%2B-%2BCopy%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561033843697006482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzCz2JnqVI/AAAAAAAACX8/NSR69QFSQOA/s1600/IMG_9854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzCz2JnqVI/AAAAAAAACX8/NSR69QFSQOA/s320/IMG_9854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561033835860699474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzCzQHMdOI/AAAAAAAACX0/sVomvrkG1lU/s1600/IMG_9856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzCzQHMdOI/AAAAAAAACX0/sVomvrkG1lU/s320/IMG_9856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561033825649980642" 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/706228562873668290-6545431552720640326?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6545431552720640326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6545431552720640326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6545431552720640326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6545431552720640326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/ashlynn.html' title='Ashlynn'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSzHxsxVNuI/AAAAAAAACYk/VtC7ocYZ01E/s72-c/IMG_9867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7319475763290005896</id><published>2011-01-09T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:35:46.174-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Family picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSo39g_buZI/AAAAAAAACXs/93ruLQXbinQ/s1600/IMG_9846%2B8%2Bx%2B10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSo39g_buZI/AAAAAAAACXs/93ruLQXbinQ/s320/IMG_9846%2B8%2Bx%2B10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560318219909839250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, I think this was our first family picture with Ashlynn in it!  Complements of &lt;a href="http://www.smithphotographykyle.com/"&gt;Smith Photography of Kyle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7319475763290005896?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7319475763290005896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7319475763290005896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7319475763290005896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7319475763290005896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-picture.html' title='Family picture'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TSo39g_buZI/AAAAAAAACXs/93ruLQXbinQ/s72-c/IMG_9846%2B8%2Bx%2B10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3380716589001771629</id><published>2011-01-04T09:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:53:48.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Uhg</title><content type='html'>I'm potty training this week.  Rather, I'm potty training &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; this week.  In all the things I have to do as a parent, this ranks right up there in the top 3 of my least favorite.  Partly this is because the more kids I have, the harder it is just to concentrate on that.  It's harder to have a few days when I don't need to do anything else.  So I decided to do it after Christmas but during our Christmas break.  The kids aren't doing school yet, except for their co-op classes, and that's just the older two.  So this is as close to "free" as I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason I think is that it is just constant discouragement at first.  I know the accidents teach her, but I always go through a time when I think "this is it.  This is the one that will still be in diapers when she's 10."  Ridiculous, I know.  But I do have some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I am looking forward to not having to buy diapers.  Ever.  Again.  At least not for my kids.  I keep reminding myself "last time, last time!"  And fortunately I have a few years before I have to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; on phonics, so I'll get a break on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3380716589001771629?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3380716589001771629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3380716589001771629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3380716589001771629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3380716589001771629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2011/01/uhg.html' title='Uhg'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3218687110695285284</id><published>2010-12-30T07:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T07:37:30.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Kora!</title><content type='html'>Happy 14th birthday to our oldest child, Kora!  Can't believe it's been 14 years since that chubby little girl came into our lives.  She's a joy to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TRyHIEEXBDI/AAAAAAAACXc/xL9cvUopchU/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TRyHIEEXBDI/AAAAAAAACXc/xL9cvUopchU/s320/134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556464612869080114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was her face when she saw her favorite Christmas gift.  She liked it so much we gave her another one for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TRyHIT2qycI/AAAAAAAACXk/nZasC-NattI/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TRyHIT2qycI/AAAAAAAACXk/nZasC-NattI/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556464617106622914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you can't see the paper, it just says we're going to pay for some horseback riding lessons.  She's a quiet girl, not prone to exuberant shows of emotion, but for her this was ecstatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3218687110695285284?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3218687110695285284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3218687110695285284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3218687110695285284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3218687110695285284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-kora.html' title='Happy Birthday, Kora!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TRyHIEEXBDI/AAAAAAAACXc/xL9cvUopchU/s72-c/134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6787535177569308204</id><published>2010-12-28T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:44:18.914-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A New Year's Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;It's the MOST wonderful time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;The ads are are full of labeling machines,&lt;br /&gt;The buckets, bins, and shelves are all here!&lt;br /&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;(Carol of the Type A, OCD People.  Not that I know any.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-6787535177569308204?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6787535177569308204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6787535177569308204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6787535177569308204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6787535177569308204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-carol.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Carol'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6113731556374650664</id><published>2010-12-24T15:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:12:48.204-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Christmas Choir and Bell Choir</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone is having a great Christmas!  Here's a bit of what we've been up to this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of years, the teens and kids at our church had prepared  big dramas.  This year, the formed a children's vocal choir and teen  bell choir.  They've been practicing all fall, and had two performances  the week before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was at a nursing home.  Here's the kids warming up beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oKLyJgYI/AAAAAAAACWY/KtHQK2ovky4/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oKLyJgYI/AAAAAAAACWY/KtHQK2ovky4/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552560283509686658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlynn keeping an eye on the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oKdnUFxI/AAAAAAAACWg/5ydGD7Jof8A/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oKdnUFxI/AAAAAAAACWg/5ydGD7Jof8A/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552560288296081170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bell choir.  They did such a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oKoABSqI/AAAAAAAACWo/QHsnufsoBcM/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oKoABSqI/AAAAAAAACWo/QHsnufsoBcM/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552560291084061346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oLJ_eXMI/AAAAAAAACW4/FqpEqmzD5bw/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oLJ_eXMI/AAAAAAAACW4/FqpEqmzD5bw/s320/081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552560300208577730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oLLyMbFI/AAAAAAAACWw/mEbgJlf7ftk/s1600/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oLLyMbFI/AAAAAAAACWw/mEbgJlf7ftk/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552560300689747026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a cute performance.  I just wish I had bought a video camera before hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-6113731556374650664?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6113731556374650664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6113731556374650664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6113731556374650664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6113731556374650664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-choir-and-bell-choir.html' title='Christmas Choir and Bell Choir'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6oKLyJgYI/AAAAAAAACWY/KtHQK2ovky4/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8231144668409562456</id><published>2010-12-21T20:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:23:18.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am taking the easy way out again this  year by sending out a Christmas letter via email, facebook, and the  blog.  If it weren’t for these mediums, I wouldn’t get any Christmas  greetings out at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been pretty amazing.  It’s  been very hard, but through it we’ve seen God’s hand in our lives in  very material ways.  As most of you know, we lost Kelly’s mom to breast  cancer last year.  We’ve been dealing with learning to live without her  this year.  It’s been tough on all of us.  It’s been hard on the girls  who miss their grandmother, and hard on Kelly, of course.  She was also a  close friend of mine, and is greatly missed.  My father-in-law has had  the hardest time of all, of course.  He had some health issues of his  own to deal with after her death, and since then has been working on his  masters degree in history.  An avid military history enthusiast, he decided to  turn it into a career.  He has just completed all his requirements for  the masters degree in just 8 months.  He starts work on his doctorate in  January at UNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health and job challenges have dominated our  family this year as well.  Kelly’s desire for the last couple of years  has been to leave the military contracting field that he had worked in  since 2001.  He really wanted to go into the civilian field.  We started  a computer repair business last year, which has remained very part  time.  However, he did receive an offer for a reverse engineering job  back in May.  He took it, even though it would still be government  contracting, though not with the military.  While they got his  clearances and such done for this new job, they put him in an Air Force  networking job that required shift work.  He did this until October.   The shift work was hard – my hats off to policemen and others who do  this routinely.  I know it is necessary, but very hard on families.   This “temporary” job was looking like a permanent one: i.e. they didn’t  seem to be moving to get things in place to move him in to the RE job  they had hired him to do.  So we started looking for yet another job.   Then we got the word that this new company had lost the contract he was  currently working on.  He had a month to find a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was  a VERY hard month.  But of course, that was when God showed us that He  is in control.  After weeks of searching, resume submitting, etc., he  had two interviews back to back, and was offered both jobs (though how  all that came about is a long story).  One of them is nearly his dream  job, so of course that is the one he took in the end.  It is with a  company that does not do military contracting, but does supply chain  management.  He is the Quality Assurance Manager for the IT department  of Operational Technologies here in San Antonio.  They are growing like  crazy and are in the process of a major expansion of their IT  department, so this is a great time to have gotten on board.  He loves  his job, and I love having a husband who loves going to work every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s  also had some health challenges this year, and we are still doing  testing to see what he needs to do.  We thought he had an ulcer but the  test for that was negative.  So that is on the agenda for the new year.   I also lost my grandmother in September, so it has been a difficult  time in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of a year when it seems we’ve all had  our share of illnesses, the kids are doing great!  I had a major foot  injury last year, but it is holding steady this year, and I have no  immediate need for surgery on it.  I am staying VERY busy homeschooling  the kids.  I now have 5 kids studying in our “Smith Academy for Girls,”  grades K, 2, 4, 7, and 9.  The house, our church, our home school group,  all keep my very busy.  I’ve also been doing some proofing of my  father-in-law’s papers for his masters – including his thesis – which I  actually enjoyed.  But I don’t know if I enjoy it enough to ever go back  and do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kora is almost 14 and started high school in  August.  We are still homeschooling, but this year, we tried a couple of  online classes which are going great!  She’s in a literature class that  discusses the ancient literature she’s reading to go along with our  history focus for the year, and I have REALLY enjoyed not having to  discuss Confucius or the Odyssey with her!  She is still taking piano  and doing a great job at that as well.  Her primary love is still  horses.  Though we live in the city, we had been praying for a way to  allow her to explore this passion for horses.  Then in June we found out  about Triple H Equitherapy just outside SA.  They use horses for  handicapped kids and others and need lots of volunteers.  So she’s been  going out there about once a week and helping groom, tack, and lead the  horses.  She’s even been able to ride a little bit!  She loves it, and  has decided she wants to study horses in college.  So she is hoping to  get into A&amp;amp;M’s equine science department in a few years.  She has  also caught up to me in height and will soon pass me.  And let’s not  even talk about her feet!  She also got braces this year, and she’d  really rather not talk about those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey (12) is still her  father’s daughter.  If you know Kelly, she’s pretty much a female  version, smart mouth and all.  Actually I think she got a double dose of  that particular quality.    She is also taking a co-op class this year,  but it is a class here that we have to drive to.  It is a writing class  and she’s enjoying it as well.  Her biggest accomplishment is that she  is “moving up” to a different piano teacher.  She’s been taking from one  lovely lady who has decided she’s ready for the teacher who teaches  Kora.  She’s made big strides in her music and her teachers see a lot of  potential there.  She’s doing well in school, though I wouldn’t mention  that to her right now.  She’s in a hate/hate relationship with  pre-algebra right now.  Math has always come so easily to her that she  gets frustrated now that she’s up in the higher level stuff and is  actually having to work at it.  Aubrey got her braces off this year, but  will need them again, probably in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brynna will be 10 soon.   She started taking piano lessons this year, but that is just until she  learns enough music to move onto the violin.  She has been wanting to  take violin for years, but her father and I said she needed a year or  two of piano first.  She started a few months ago and is doing very well  at it and enjoys it.  But we just bought her a violin – she cried when  she saw it – and we’ll be looking for a teacher soon.  She’s also still  our bookworm – devours books and remembers nearly everything in them.   About every month she changes what she wants to be when she grows up.  I  think the latest was a baker, but next month it will probably be an  astronaut or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey (8) is in 2nd grade and really  learned to read this year and can pick up any book now.  It took her a  bit but she has caught up now.  She had a very interesting summer.  She  and Brynna both learned how to ride bikes this summer.  Hailey  celebrated the fact by falling a week later and breaking her right leg –  in two places.  This was on July 6th – probably the worst day of my  life - so she spent most of the summer in a cast.  She actually had to  go to a day surgical suite and be put under general anesthesia in order  for the doctor to set it and cast her.  She was in a leg cast for 5  weeks, a below-the-knee cast for another 4 weeks, and then a boot for 4  weeks.  And no, she hasn’t been back on the bike yet.  In fact all the  girls are a little squeamish about doing that after seeing what Hailey  went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn is six and started school this year.   She’s learning to read and doing a great job.  She’s still our little  fairy, flitting around in a world of her own most of the time.  We think  she’ll be our tallest child, and is still built like a string bean, so  if she keeps going like this, she’ll be built like a supermodel by 15.   Her primary interests are princesses, mermaids, fairies, and barbies,  though not necessarily in that order.  She is very proud of just getting  her ears pierced.  Such is the life of a six year old.  She was finally  old enough to join the children’s choir at our church and just  performed with her older sisters in the Christmas recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn  is, well, she’s TWO!  She’s also our Dr. Jekyll and Miss Hyde.  At  home, she is quite precocious and downright bossy.  She thinks she runs  our house.  When we get around anyone else – including grandparents –  she’s incredibly shy.  She clings to us and won’t talk to anyone else.   She thinks she is as old as any of her sisters and gets quite frustrated  when she can’t do something they can or when they don’t appreciate her  helpful scribbles on their school work.  She cracks us up all the time  with her antics – and her singing!  She sings great for a two year old!   Too bad she won’t sing for anybody but us.  My first new year’s project  is potty training, which I always dread.  But at least this is the LAST  TIME!  Yes, the LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TRFg0bmsWTI/AAAAAAAACXA/RjKTkJabMF0/s1600/IMG_7954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TRFg0bmsWTI/AAAAAAAACXA/RjKTkJabMF0/s320/IMG_7954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553326269404043570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, that’s been our year in a  nutshell.  We are so thankful for God’s guidance and how He sustained us  through the dark times.  We are also looking forward to a better year!   (Please, God?)  We hope all of you and your have a blessed Christmas, a  safe New Year, and wonderful 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, Tami, Kora, Aubrey, Brynna, Hailey, Lauryn, and Ashlynn Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8231144668409562456?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8231144668409562456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8231144668409562456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8231144668409562456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8231144668409562456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-letter.html' title='Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TRFg0bmsWTI/AAAAAAAACXA/RjKTkJabMF0/s72-c/IMG_7954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8093771465711023600</id><published>2010-12-21T09:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:28:57.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Christmas Recital</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, we had piano recitals for the three oldest kids.   This was Brynna's first recital, since she just started taking piano a  few months ago.  They were actually in two recitals at the same time -  after Kora played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6mNI5j4ZI/AAAAAAAACWA/wcbdWeMEbpw/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6mNI5j4ZI/AAAAAAAACWA/wcbdWeMEbpw/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552558135251820946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we  snuck out the back and went down the hall of the church to the room  where Brynna and Aubrey needed to play.  Nothing like killing two birds  with one stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6mNbZbI8I/AAAAAAAACWI/U6Hu8Sk_ne8/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6mNbZbI8I/AAAAAAAACWI/U6Hu8Sk_ne8/s320/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552558140217304002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6mNbAEAYI/AAAAAAAACWQ/D6ifJHUUl6w/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6mNbAEAYI/AAAAAAAACWQ/D6ifJHUUl6w/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552558140110930306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was also Aubrey's last recital under her current teacher.  She's starting to take from Kora's teacher in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8093771465711023600?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8093771465711023600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8093771465711023600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8093771465711023600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8093771465711023600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-recital.html' title='Christmas Recital'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6mNI5j4ZI/AAAAAAAACWA/wcbdWeMEbpw/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6178073968933476033</id><published>2010-12-19T18:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:37:25.361-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Just what I always wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6k4O8LR3I/AAAAAAAACVw/KAC84CIGEa4/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6k4O8LR3I/AAAAAAAACVw/KAC84CIGEa4/s320/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552556676584523634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For "my" birthday, Kelly got "us" matching Houston Texans jerseys.  Or, almost matching - the numbers are different.  When he played football in school, his number was 56 (and he likes Cushing) so he chose that number for his.  I'm not sure what message he's sending me by giving me a big ol' double zero for my number.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6k4OrE_9I/AAAAAAAACV4/y6KaHl7kZPE/s1600/jerseys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6k4OrE_9I/AAAAAAAACV4/y6KaHl7kZPE/s320/jerseys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552556676512808914" 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/706228562873668290-6178073968933476033?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6178073968933476033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6178073968933476033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6178073968933476033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6178073968933476033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-what-i-always-wanted.html' title='Just what I always wanted'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TQ6k4O8LR3I/AAAAAAAACVw/KAC84CIGEa4/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8809648798056015143</id><published>2010-11-16T17:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:59:34.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Conversations with a 2 year old, verse 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;, now 2.5 yo, was putting the hood from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; I was wearing on my head, all the way over my eyes.  Then she would look at me and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mama, you so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8809648798056015143?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8809648798056015143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8809648798056015143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8809648798056015143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8809648798056015143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/11/conversations-with-2-year-old-verse-2.html' title='Conversations with a 2 year old, verse 2'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-619751098860560847</id><published>2010-11-15T08:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:53:55.821-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Conversations with a 5 year old</title><content type='html'>Lauryn (5 yo): What's the sun made out of?&lt;br /&gt;Me (trying to think of a way to simplify it for her): Gas that's on fire.&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn: So it stinks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not appreciate how long I laughed after she said that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-619751098860560847?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/619751098860560847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=619751098860560847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/619751098860560847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/619751098860560847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/11/conversations-with-5-year-old.html' title='Conversations with a 5 year old'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5928009170268067341</id><published>2010-11-06T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:00:18.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in SA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Air Show 2010</title><content type='html'>Today we went out to Lackland Air Force Base for the annual air show.  We went with some friends from church, and the only that spoiled the day was that our camera batteries both went dead on us before we could take more than a couple of pics.  We didn't get to stay for the whole thing - so we missed the Thunderbirds - but we had a blast.  It was so cool to see the planes do things I'd only seen on tv.  They also had Japanese and American planes from WWII "re-enacting" some of the battles of that war.  Very cool stuff.  Also very loud.  Next time we are taking ear plugs and head phones.  And sunscreen.  And water bottles.  And chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's all 6 girls sitting on the side of a medical helicopter, one of the static displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TNXrNjaYQMI/AAAAAAAACVo/9oauZo3nrnc/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TNXrNjaYQMI/AAAAAAAACVo/9oauZo3nrnc/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536589934998601922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just for my dad, here's the older 5 standing in front of the chopper like they used in M*A*S*H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TNXrNcOCBJI/AAAAAAAACVg/KXWhLoJhc4Y/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TNXrNcOCBJI/AAAAAAAACVg/KXWhLoJhc4Y/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536589933067764882" 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/706228562873668290-5928009170268067341?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5928009170268067341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5928009170268067341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5928009170268067341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5928009170268067341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/11/air-show-2010.html' title='Air Show 2010'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TNXrNjaYQMI/AAAAAAAACVo/9oauZo3nrnc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2302877832891199352</id><published>2010-10-31T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:18:40.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Wilderness</title><content type='html'>A month ago Kelly found out that the contract he'd been working, which was up for renewal, had not been awarded to the company he worked for, but rather had been awarded to a competitor.  Thus he had 30 days to find a new job.  In a way, we weren't terribly disappointed - the shift work schedule had taken a toll on our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a stressful 2-3 weeks, because though he had put in for many jobs and sent several resumes, it wasn't until last week that we really began to hear anything.  Then all of a sudden he had multiple interviews within a week and was offered what looks to be a very interesting job with a good company with great benefits.  So the result of this "bad news" is a better job with better hours, better pay, holidays off, and better benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit to not being very peaceful during that month of uncertainty.  I wondered what God was doing "to" us.  Why, after a very hard year and a half, we were having to go through more, especially with holidays coming up on us.  But then as I look back in the last year and a half, I haven't trusted in His sovereignty as much as I should have.  I have questioned, doubted, distrusted, wavered.  I just pray that this time in the wilderness has equipped me to face any giants that might be in the land in our future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2302877832891199352?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2302877832891199352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2302877832891199352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2302877832891199352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2302877832891199352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/10/wilderness.html' title='Wilderness'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2652369142932486683</id><published>2010-10-26T16:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:25:16.516-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>I Guess It's Time</title><content type='html'>Early this morning, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet over my head coming from upstairs.  As it wasn't quite 6 am yet, I figured Lauryn was getting up to go to the restroom.  Just before I turned over and went back to sleep, I thought, "I need to tell Lauryn to quit running when she goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was fixing Lauryn's hair this morning before breakfast, and before I can get on to her, Lauryn tells me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This morning, really early, Ashlynn got up and climbed out of her crib and went out of our room and then she went downstairs.  I had to go after her to try to get her to come back into our room but she wouldn't come.  And then I prayed with her because she was a little scared and then I finally got her to come back upstairs with me back to our room and I helped her back into her crib."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I hadn't gotten on to Lauryn yet!  I told her I thought it was her going to the bathroom, and she smiled and said, "No it was just Ashlynn."  JUST Ashlynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and I have a couple of projects in the next two days.  He needs to get the toddler bed down from the attic and I need to find a knob cover and put it on the INSIDE knob of Ashlynn's bedroom.  I have nightmares about toddlers roaming the house in the night and either hurting themselves, setting the house on fire, or most likely, figuring out how to turn the dead bolt and escaping out the front door in to the dark of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TMdGH4_HuPI/AAAAAAAACVY/xsRn62rWF7Q/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TMdGH4_HuPI/AAAAAAAACVY/xsRn62rWF7Q/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532467768618105074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My thoughts exactly, Ashlynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2652369142932486683?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2652369142932486683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2652369142932486683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2652369142932486683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2652369142932486683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-guess-its-time.html' title='I Guess It&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TMdGH4_HuPI/AAAAAAAACVY/xsRn62rWF7Q/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2070998418726168111</id><published>2010-10-05T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:37:11.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Hailey's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Hailey's birthday was a couple of weeks ago, but I never got around to getting anything up on the blog about it.  She received a pretty cross necklace from my parents.  However, this was her 8th birthday, so she had been saving up to pay for part of her Life of Faith doll.  Kora, Aubrey, and Brynna all have at least one, but we've always made the deal with them that we'll pay for part of it for a birthday and they have to pay for the rest. Since they are expensive dolls, we felt like they would take better care of them if they had to save up for part of it and realized how long that took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TKuoa_iP2_I/AAAAAAAACVI/6-JGD8ihF9M/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TKuoa_iP2_I/AAAAAAAACVI/6-JGD8ihF9M/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524694549585189874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was very excited.  Brynna has had hers for about a year and a half, and it was hard on Hailey not to have one to play with when they would play dolls (poor girl, she had to make due with just an ordinary doll).  But now she has her own Violet doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TKuobIK5RPI/AAAAAAAACVQ/LblYx1MtrIM/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TKuobIK5RPI/AAAAAAAACVQ/LblYx1MtrIM/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524694551903159538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And tomorrow she gets her boot off!  Probably.  It depends on the x-ray of course, but if it looks like the doctor expects, then she'll be back to normal tomorrow - a mere 13 weeks after she broke her leg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2070998418726168111?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2070998418726168111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2070998418726168111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2070998418726168111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2070998418726168111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/10/haileys-birthday.html' title='Hailey&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TKuoa_iP2_I/AAAAAAAACVI/6-JGD8ihF9M/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4963814084529461606</id><published>2010-09-16T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:04:41.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chicken Fry</title><content type='html'>There are two things I never thought I'd learn to cook well.  Really they are just two variations of the same thing, since they both start with "chicken" and "fried."  The last time I attempted chicken fried chicken was in 1996.  No joke.  The chicken was still raw in the middle, and I've been scared to try ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken fried STEAK is another matter entirely.  I have become quite good at making that if I do say so myself.  But so does my husband.  Of course, I don't make it more than once or twice a year.  But today, since was my husband's birthday, I made it again.  Yum!  The best I've ever done.  And the gravy was to die for.  Double yum.  And a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salad&lt;/span&gt; - we aren't totally devoid of nutrition here.  But we did top it off with cherry crunch and Blue Bell ice cream.  But the salad makes up for it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side is that one of my two big burners went out on me, so I was making steak in one cast iron skillet and frying hash browns in another cast iron skillet on one of my small burners.  Not ideal.  And yes, just in case you were wondering, my Facebook post for the day went something like "Cholesterol for lunch."  But it is a rare treat, so we thoroughly enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4963814084529461606?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4963814084529461606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4963814084529461606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4963814084529461606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4963814084529461606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/chicken-fry.html' title='Chicken Fry'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-985643309746008938</id><published>2010-09-14T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:22:24.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Good bye, Anne.  Sniff, sniff</title><content type='html'>Last week, I finished reading aloud one of my favorite series of books to my girls.  'Course, it only took me over a year to finish it.  I am consistently inconsistent when it comes to reading aloud to the girls.  I know - I'll probably be kicked out of the home schoolers' club for that.  But it is hard to find a time when we don't need to be doing something else and I can get and keep their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to try it at lunch, but frankly I am usually starving and want to eat first.  And by the time I'm done eating, they nearly are too and need to start cleaning up and the little ones get restless...  However, while Kelly has been working swings we've adjusted our schedule to fit his.  So we are eating our big meal of the day at lunch and eating sandwiches or leftovers for supper.  And somehow it is easy for me to wait and eat after they do at supper now.  So while they eat, I read.  Then while they clean, I eat.  It has worked great!  We've finished two books in the last two months - a record for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last year reading the entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt; series to the girls.  These are hands down my favorite books from childhood.  In fact, I still love them.  We are reading out of my set I was given when I was about 12 or 13 and they are quite battered and ratty looking.  The last book might be my favorite.  Set during World War I, that book brought the "home front" home to me more than any history book I've ever read.  The only problem is that I choke up all the time.  I cry in several places in that book every time I read it, and reading it aloud?  Well, it was really hard to get through at time.  I'll never get a job recording audio books, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was sweet to share these books that I love so much with the girls.  I think they have caught a share of my love for them as they would beg me to always "read another chapter."  It was sad to have it end.  But today we started the Narnia series.  I read it to the older girls years ago, but the younger set has never heard it, though Brynna has read them.  But it won't be the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-985643309746008938?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/985643309746008938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=985643309746008938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/985643309746008938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/985643309746008938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-bye-anne-sniff-sniff.html' title='Good bye, Anne.  Sniff, sniff'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4826497677641336723</id><published>2010-09-08T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:20:14.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Hello?  Is anyone there?</title><content type='html'>Blog?  I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have anyone left who actually reads this, I apologize.  I don't think I've ever gone this long without posting something.  Again, it's because we've had so much going on, and some of it is not blog-able,  And it's all been keeping me busy and a little crazy.  Three big updates today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most importantly, my grandmother passed away Sunday morning.  She has been going downhill for the last six months, but has really had a hard time in the last 3 weeks, and was very ready to go home.  I'm sad of course, but mainly concerned for my mom and aunt.  After losing Kelly's mom last year, I don't even want to think about losing your own parent.  And of course, my mom has been her primary caretaker in that she was the one going to the nursing home every day, making sure everything was taken care of, her hair cut, her doctor appointments made, etc.  It will be a big hole in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Today, Hailey got her cast off!  She had a hip to foot cast for 5 weeks, then a short cast for 4 weeks.  Today she got a break boot that she will wear for 4 weeks, taking it off only to sleep and bathe (yay for a real bath!).  She is very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We started school, have now added in all subjects.  It certainly keeps me busy all morning.  With a kindergartner learning to read all the way up to a high schooler, I am definitely being stretched this year.  So far the two online classes Kora is taking are working well for us.  She though she is, she is liking the online class.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, &lt;a href="http://obits.dignitymemorial.com/dignity-memorial/obituary.aspx?n=Bonita-Adams&amp;amp;lc=7503&amp;amp;mid=4371986"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; the obit for my grandmother, who will be missed, but who we know is in glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4826497677641336723?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4826497677641336723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4826497677641336723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4826497677641336723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4826497677641336723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-is-anyone-there.html' title='Hello?  Is anyone there?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3504214830942212154</id><published>2010-08-12T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:43:37.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Hailey News</title><content type='html'>I took Hailey back to the doctor yesterday.  Her x-rays looked good - to the doctor - and the big cast came off.  I saw the x-rays and it is still looking pretty broken to me, but they said it was right where it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got another cast on (purple this time) that ends below her knee, which she will wear for four weeks.  The new twist is, this is a walking cast!  They want her off those crutches as soon as possible, preferably within a week of getting the new cast.  They said at this point in the recovery that she needs to put weight on it to speed healing.  He warned me that if she used the crutches for the next four weeks, she'll still need a cast at the end.  If she walks on it, she can probably go to a boot, or perhaps nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her knee was really sore yesterday after being immobilized in the hip to foot cast she had before, but she is better today.  Tomorrow, I am going to try to get her to use one crutch.  She is still scared of the pain she experienced 5 weeks ago and is a little ginger on it.  But hopefully we can get her walking around soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3504214830942212154?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3504214830942212154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3504214830942212154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3504214830942212154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3504214830942212154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/hailey-news.html' title='Hailey News'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7934564140738734547</id><published>2010-08-10T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:15:44.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>Today was our first day of school.  Kelly's working shift work right now, working swings on Tuesday through Saturday, so we are adjusting our school day to match that, taking Monday's off.  We are also having our "big" meal of the day at lunch instead of supper so that we can eat it with Kelly before he leaves.  Though this shift working job is a temporary one (he was hired for another position, but he is working here until all the security clearances are done), I am thankful that we do homeschool, otherwise, the girls wouldn't see their dad at all for five days in a row once school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been looking forward to this school year for a few reasons.  Kora is starting high school work, which, I confess, intimidates me.  I also have Lauryn with whom I need to devote plenty of time to this year as she is ready to read.  I don't really enjoy teaching phonics, and I just came off a three year stint of working with Hailey to get her reading.  And now, without a break, it's Lauryn's turn.  If she takes three years to learn, I'll have to go right into teaching Ashlynn then, so let's all hope she picks it up a little more quickly.  :-)  And of course there are three others in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't too bad though.  Of course, the older the girls get, the fewer problems we have restarting the next year.  And I always ease into the year somewhat - some courses don't need a full 36 weeks.  The ones that do, we started this week.  The others will be added in over the next couple of weeks.  I also didn't do anything with Lauryn, besides let her watch &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/LeapFrog-Factory-Roy-Allen-Smith/dp/B001TKUXUC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1281492508&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Letter Factory&lt;/a&gt;, since she had been running a high fever yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I also have a two year old.  While she always makes life interesting, she fortunately saved the real fun for after nap.  When I went in to get her out of her crib, she was lying in the crib with only a shirt on, her diaper in a heap on the floor beside the crib.  I got her up and put a clean diaper on her telling her that taking off her diaper was a no-no.  Then Lauryn comes in and says, "Mama, there's a wet spot over here by the crib."  Yep, evidently the little scamp had climbed out of the crib, taken off her diaper, wet on the floor, and then climbed back into the crib before I came in.  I asked her if she had done that, and she smiled at me and said, "Yep, climb crib."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be an interesting year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7934564140738734547?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7934564140738734547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7934564140738734547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7934564140738734547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7934564140738734547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-304419263905388645</id><published>2010-08-06T16:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:26:06.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The "F" bomb</title><content type='html'>*Never fear, this is a family friendly blog and post!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I overheard an extraordinary conversation between Lauryn (5 yo) and Hailey (7 yo).  One of them was informing the other one that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said the 'f' word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you did.  Remember, we can't say that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was starting to freak out a little.  Where in the world had they heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;?  Who had said that in front of my little girls?  And how did they know to abbreviate it to just an "f"???  I was wracking my brain.  They don't watch TV, only movies, and I didn't think any of our movies had that in it.  Besides, neither had come to ask us if that was a bad word (we have an open policy that they can come ask us what anything means, without any punishment - if it is a word Kelly and I don't use they are supposed to ask before they use it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went on for a time while I was trying to figure out how to play this.  Should stay cool or flip out?  Demand to know where they heard it, or just let them know we don't ever use that word.  Then, as I listened to their conversation more, I realized the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read &lt;a href="http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/vocabulary-words.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post, here's an excerpt from something that happened a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The last word I think will become a Smith family no-no word.  Years ago,  we decided not to let the older two girls use the word stupid at all.    We figured that if they didn't ever use the word, they couldn't call  each other things like "stupid head" that we had heard other kids call  each other.  And I have never heard my kids call other people stupid, so  I guess in that it worked, though we've certainly slackened up on it in  recent years.  It did cause grandparents some problems when they would  visit and use the word.  ("That is a stupid thing for the president to  have done."  "Granddad, you said a no-no word.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have to  revise the no-no word list and add a new one to it.  It's such a benign  little word too.  I think we need to add the word "fine" to the Smith  banned list.  You see this is how recent conversations have gone in our  house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;, come here.  (She just stares at me, so I stand up to go over to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; (seeing me coming her way, starts running to me, yelling): FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;, go upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She stands there, staring at me rebelliously.  Then as I start heading her way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;: FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not "fine."  I'll never hear that word again without hearing my two year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; voice yelling it at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, evidently, the "f" word one of the girls had said was "fine" in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;.  Once I figured it out, I had a good laugh.  That's going to make me laugh every time someone asks me how I am and I answer "fine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-304419263905388645?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/304419263905388645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=304419263905388645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/304419263905388645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/304419263905388645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/f-bomb.html' title='The &quot;F&quot; bomb'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7424094382515553898</id><published>2010-08-03T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:09:18.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Laugh of the Day</title><content type='html'>I was screening for a medical research study this morning.  During the EKG, the tech had to place several leads on my abdomen and chest wall.  During this, she comments, "Hmmm, you don't have any stretch marks.  You must not have any kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face when I told her how many kids I had was quite funny.  (And I do have stretch marks, she just couldn't see them.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7424094382515553898?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7424094382515553898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7424094382515553898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7424094382515553898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7424094382515553898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/laugh-of-day.html' title='Laugh of the Day'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3573128978816076218</id><published>2010-08-02T20:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:44:37.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>Blogging is a funny thing.  When there's a lot going on, there's usually no time to write about it.  And many times the most important things of life are too private to blog about.  There's been a lot of both going on at my house lately.  Obviously some of it I can't write about, but I'll try to catch up on what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Hailey confined pretty much to the house in early July, I got a lot of painting done when Kelly would be here to help with her.  I got one upstairs bathroom, two hallways, and the upstairs living area done.  I still want to get the stairway done, but that may have to wait until September.  It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doozy&lt;/span&gt;, so I need a long concentrated time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our friends, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Schneiders&lt;/span&gt; came for a visit.  I hope to post pictures at some point, but we had a great time.  I met Vivian when her oldest was crawling around on the floor and I was due to have Kora any day.  Now we have 10 kids between us (and her oldest son is not crawling any more - he's 6 foot tall!)  They are military and recently moved from Germany to England and were home on furlough, basically.  We went to Six Flags, we went to the pool, we went shopping, we played poker after the kids went to bed.  It was a great week.  (And no, I didn't drag Hailey to Six Flags - she'd have been miserable!  A friend let her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; come play with her girls until Kelly got off work.  Thanks, Candace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I am going to try to potty train &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; before school starts next week.  She's been basically begging to potty train for weeks, and I've been putting it off.  And if it doesn't "take" this week, she may not get another chance before Christmas!  Two of my least favorite things as a parent are teaching phonics and potty training and I have to do both this fall!  But maybe our last little girl will make it easy on me?  Believe me, I am not holding my breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3573128978816076218?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3573128978816076218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3573128978816076218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3573128978816076218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3573128978816076218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6640288260384266851</id><published>2010-07-21T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:26:19.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Making the Best of It</title><content type='html'>Hailey is really starting to get around very well on her crutches, which is impressive considering how big and heavy her cast is.  We are still using the wheel chair for some things - I took her to her follow-up appointment today in it because I thought it would be too much walking without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she has been having a little fun with it and her younger sisters.  The other day I caught Ashlynn in her lap and Lauryn standing on the back.  I didn't get a picture of that, but I did get a picture of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TEePweN-uwI/AAAAAAAACUw/DSeSYbdHjds/s1600/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TEePweN-uwI/AAAAAAAACUw/DSeSYbdHjds/s320/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496519933137173250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TEePw9P8FuI/AAAAAAAACU4/ZZYeAFYc_Dw/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TEePw9P8FuI/AAAAAAAACU4/ZZYeAFYc_Dw/s320/108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496519941466887906" 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/706228562873668290-6640288260384266851?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6640288260384266851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6640288260384266851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6640288260384266851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6640288260384266851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/making-best-of-it.html' title='Making the Best of It'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TEePweN-uwI/AAAAAAAACUw/DSeSYbdHjds/s72-c/107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-415660671318467267</id><published>2010-07-18T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:24:15.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Corner</title><content type='html'>Hailey turned a corner on Wednesday or Thursday.  Suddenly (it seemed) she could move around without excruciating pain.  She got her crutches on Thursday and she can get around with them a little.  Her cast is so big and so heavy that it is hard for her to go very far still.  I'm sure she'll build up some strong arm muscles by the time this is over.  She's getting from the couch to the wheel chair by herself and wheeling herself around the house.  She started eating at the table with us again - we just took the arms off the wheelchair and it slides right under the table.  She hasn't had any pain meds in several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a follow-up appointment and x-rays on Thursday.  He said it couldn't look better a week out.  He ordered the crutches and said to come back in another week.  If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; x-rays look ok, she'll come back in three more weeks, at which point he'll put her in a short cast (one that stops below her knee).  If the x-rays taken at that appointment look good, he'll order it to be a walking cast.  I figure she'd be in that one 2-3 weeks, for a total of eight weeks in a cast - virtually all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am just thankful that her pain level is so much less.  I'm sure it will be harder to keep her entertained now that she's feeling better, but that's still easier to deal with than the pain and the tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-415660671318467267?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/415660671318467267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=415660671318467267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/415660671318467267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/415660671318467267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/corner.html' title='Corner'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2072576623060577662</id><published>2010-07-14T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:00:45.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Not tooooo bad</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I had to go to our local IRS office for an audit. We received notification back in May or June that we had been "selected" for an "evaluation." Doesn't that make a person feel special? What was especially interesting was all the paperwork they wanted us to bring. Did they want to see pay check stubs, bank records, etc.? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wanted to see our kids' birth certificates. They wanted to see medical or school or other records that had our kids' names and our address on them as documentation that they lived with us. They wanted to see records of other income we had to support these kids, like alimony, child support, welfare, VA benefits, or anything else. They wanted to know how we spent this money. They wanted to know how much these dependents made and how much they contributed to the household budget. (I got a gooood laugh out of that one). Oh, and of course, our returns for the audit year (2008) as well as the year before and the year after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they only things we could gather of all that were the birth certificates, some insurance records that showed our kids received mail at our address, and the returns. Unfortunately, Kelly was unable to get out of the class he's in for work so I had to go BY MYSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately it wasn't as bad as I thought. I was thrown for a loop though when he told me that he had already pulled a lot of financial background on us. He was telling this to me reassuringly, because everything looked fine - in other words, we don't spend more than we make or live above our means. (Duh!) But I had, naively, not expected that. I wanted to start calling the guy "Big Brother" though I doubt he would have appreciated it. This bothered me more than anything else, though it shouldn't have surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole meeting took 30 minutes. He made copies of the documents he needed to, and didn't even look at the other 2 returns. They only discrepancy we had was our bank sent us a document reporting one amount of earned interest for the year but reported a different amount to the IRS. Lovely. I showed him the documentation they sent us, and he was a little perplexed as well. However, the difference was a small amount and would have made no impact on the amount of tax owed or return received so he said it would be pointless to pursue it at this point. As relatively painless as it was, I hope not to have to do that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2072576623060577662?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2072576623060577662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2072576623060577662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2072576623060577662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2072576623060577662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-tooooo-bad.html' title='Not tooooo bad'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5667987668660975867</id><published>2010-07-13T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:29:37.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A look back</title><content type='html'>In one of the myriad of ways we are trying to help Hailey pass the time, we have pulled out old home videos that we haven't watched for years.  They cover roughly the years from 1998 - 2003 or so.  Plus they've watched the video of our wedding and their uncle Tony's wedding.  My kids have gotten a kick out of this.  Here's a smattering of what I've heard the last two days from the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair looked funny, Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's glasses were hideous.  (OK, I started that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny's hair looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that weird outfit Daddy's wearing? (BTW, it was wranglers, cowboy boots, and a western shirt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granddad looks so young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Sarah's hair looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn looks just like Kora did!  (We've been saying that for two years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana's hair looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice sounds different, Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Granddad had a moustache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I remember that toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, she's wearing the same dress Lauryn is right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dresses look weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, you!  You!  You!  (This was Ashlynn while watching our wedding video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are all in agreement that we had the cutest girls ever.  However, the girls got a little grumpy when we asked them, "So what happened?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-5667987668660975867?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5667987668660975867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5667987668660975867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5667987668660975867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5667987668660975867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/look-back.html' title='A look back'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3663238074703549416</id><published>2010-07-09T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:16:57.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Update on Hailey</title><content type='html'>Hailey is doing very well today.  She never did have too much pain yesterday (perhaps from the pain meds I was giving her) though she did get the nausea again.  Thankfully they had given me a prescription for that, which made her sleepy.  So she had a good night.  Today she is either watching videos or making paper dolls.  She is still in a bit of pain when we have to move her to the bathroom, but the cast seems to be helping that.  It's not hurting her as much to move.  She's still got the leg elevated, and will have to keep it that way for a few more days.  But over all she's in good spirits and enjoying all the care packages she's received.  I'm sure the boredom will set in at some point, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3663238074703549416?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3663238074703549416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3663238074703549416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3663238074703549416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3663238074703549416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-on-hailey.html' title='Update on Hailey'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6784157363240169047</id><published>2010-07-08T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:34:23.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>Hailey's procedure went well this morning.  The doctor was very pleased with how straight he was able to get the leg (though that phrase just makes me weak in the knees), however the swelling had not gone down as much as he had hoped.  So he ordered a device like&lt;a href="http://www.donjoy.com/index.asp/fuseaction/products.detail/cat/12/id/101"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; to connect to a cuff that goes around her cast to provide continuous cooling to help reduce the swelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did get sick from the anesthesia, but seems to be over it now.  In fact, she wasn't happy that she couldn't have the pizza a friend had gotten for her sisters for lunch.  The cast goes from her hip to foot.  The test will be in a couple of hours when the numbing shot he injected into her leg wears off.  We'll see how much pain she's in then from all he did to her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep her leg elevated for a few more days and keep this cooler filled with ice.  Then I take her in on Thursday for a follow up which will involve x-rays.  Hopefully the swelling won't cause them to have to re-do the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write, she's sitting happy on the sofa, drinking sprite and watching the Muppet Show on DVD.  Her parents are quite tired, as WE did NOT get the good drugs the last few nights!  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-6784157363240169047?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6784157363240169047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6784157363240169047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6784157363240169047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6784157363240169047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4085430174635644884</id><published>2010-07-07T10:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T12:45:40.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Nightmare Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning (Tuesday) the girls were out riding their bikes.  We normally go out there after breakfast and ride unless we are going to the pool that day.  My good friend Vivian called, so I was sitting on my front steps watching some kids ride and others sit on the driveway and draw with a new bucket of sidewalk chalk I had just bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey, my 7 year old, rode over in front of our house and started making a 360 turn to her right to go back up the street the way she had just come.  At that point events start blurring a little.  I saw her fall onto her left side, landing on her left hip and leg with the bike landing on top of her.  She immediately started screaming.  I told Vivian, "Igottagobye," as I started running towards the street, throwing the phone into the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey was screaming in agony, holding her leg.  She was screaming things like "It hurts, I think I broke my leg!"  I was looking for road rash where she had landed, so I kept trying to look at her left leg, just sure that the skin was all off in a bloody mess.  But she was holding her other leg, shaking and screaming.  Then I got a look at the leg she was holding.  It was obvious something was wrong because of the odd swelling that was already occurring (though thankfully no bones were protruding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to calm her down so I could get her into the Suburban, I had the other girls get the bike put up while I tried to carry her, scooping her up from the asphalt and somehow getting her into the car.  Then I had to get a trash can since she felt like she was going to be sick (I felt a bit like it myself), threw on decent clothes, grabbed my purse and got out the door, being so thankful my oldest child is old enough to keep the kids for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the pediatric urgent care clinic and got checked in, they fortunately had a wheelchair.  But any movement sent her into spasms of agony.  She looked awful too.  She was sweaty from the bike riding and the shock, her skin was an odd grey color and clammy, and she had the shakes really bad.  She was also in old mismatched clothes she had thrown on to bike ride in, her hair was in a messy ponytail from the bike helmet, and she was in tennis shoes that needed to be thrown away, they were so worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we were all fairly sure it was broken, they needed to do x-rays, but just moving her was so painful.  They had no IV pain meds at the clinic, but she was so nauseated, they couldn't give her oral pain meds yet.  So before we x-rayed her they gave her some anti-nausea medicine.  We then managed somehow to get her onto the x-ray table but could not get her leg straightened out.  So we had to take the pictures with her knee bent.  After the first film, the doctor pulled me aside and showed me the x-ray.  It was broken in two places and part of the bone was displaced.  She wasn't sure if it would need surgery to put a pin in or not, but it was bad enough they couldn't cast it there.  She told me she was probably going to send me to an ER, calling an ambulance to transport her.  What she really needed was better films, but she needed to be drugged to do that, and they could do that in the ER and not the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back in for another x-ray.  After getting her back into the wheelchair, I thought she was going to pass out.  When she would look at me crying while this was happening, well, I can't describe the agony and heartbreak I felt.  At that point they did give her some pain medicine as the anti-nausea meds had kicked in by that point.  Also, the doctor got her an appointment with a pediatric orthopedic surgeon at 1:30 so we wouldn't have to go to the ER.  But they did need to splint her first.  After that I started making phone calls, including one to Kelly, whom I hadn't really had time to call yet.  He immediately left work and came to meet me at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, I stopped to get Hailey something to eat (mistake #1).  Kelly carried her into the house while we made plans for the rest of the day.  We then climbed back into the truck to head up to the specialist office.  Thinking the worse was behind us, I didn't think about grabbing a trash can.  Well, that was a BIG mistake (#2).  She got sick on the way, and we had nothing with us.  So we had to turn around and head back home and clean her up - without giving her a shower, and clean the truck up somewhat, though not thoroughly since we needed to go.  Then we climbed into the Suburban and headed to the specialist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got her back and elevated the leg, iced it, and showed us the x-ray.  The break was even worse than I had originally been told.  Besides the two breaks, there is a long vertical crack from the bottom break all the way down the bone.  And there was nothing they could do for a couple of days.  They wanted her under general anesthesia to set the bone and cast it, and they couldn't do either until the swelling went down some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are set to take her into an outpatient surgical suite in the morning (Thursday).  At this point they don't think they will need a pin, but she will have a hip to foot plaster cast.  The nurse ordered us a wheel chair with elevated legs, as she won't be able to get around on crutches in the first cast.  They are doing a plaster cast instead of a fiberglass one because of the type of break and the way it needs to be molded - I don't quite understand all the details but the plaster gives him some options the fiberglass doesn't, though she might get a shorter, fiberglass cast in a month to 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent trying to get her settled in at home, going to three different pharmacies trying to find one the had her prescription in stock, and trying to clean up the truck.  Needless to say, Hailey slept fairly well on drugs, Kelly and I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, even after the cast is on, our downstairs living room will be her bedroom.  Our house is not wheelchair friendly, so it is going to be a challenge just getting her around in the next month.  So between seeing one of my kids in severe pain, ruining the back seat of our new truck, and dealing with all the logistics for the next month or so, I am feeling quite overwhelmed.  I am dreading tomorrow - not the procedure itself, but the amount of pain she will surely be in the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still aren't exactly sure how she broke the leg.  I saw her fall and know she landed on her left side - she has a few scrapes from that.  But the top leg is what broke, so we speculate she must have gotten it tangled in the bike frame or slammed it into the frame somehow.  And while she has been in more pain than any child should, she has been a trooper.  Though I don't know if she'll ever get onto a bike again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4085430174635644884?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4085430174635644884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4085430174635644884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4085430174635644884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4085430174635644884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/nightmare-day.html' title='Nightmare Day'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-1935312742987953242</id><published>2010-07-06T07:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T07:10:30.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Conversations with a 2 year old</title><content type='html'>Well, conversation may be a bit of a stretch, but Ashlynn has definitely been jabbering away for quite a while now.  And some of her speeches have us rolling in the floor, where as some are very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latter category, the other night she was sitting in my lap while I was watching a sad video on the computer.  I was crying, and she kept looking up at me with a very concerned look on her face.  Finally, she reached up and rubbed my cheek, and said, "Es wong, Mama?"  (What is wrong, Mama, for those of you who don't speak 2-year-old-ish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of her sayings that has us cracking up every time is the way she says, "Excuse me."  She'll bump into someone  or try to get past one of us, look up at us completely serious, and say, "Skew me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TDMctxY_2fI/AAAAAAAACUo/ThTV2GvOPfs/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TDMctxY_2fI/AAAAAAAACUo/ThTV2GvOPfs/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490763943372642802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture taken by Hailey, our 7yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-1935312742987953242?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1935312742987953242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=1935312742987953242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1935312742987953242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1935312742987953242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversations-with-2-year-old.html' title='Conversations with a 2 year old'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TDMctxY_2fI/AAAAAAAACUo/ThTV2GvOPfs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3174021206818801601</id><published>2010-07-04T15:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:50:46.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Now where are my high heels?</title><content type='html'>We measured Kora this morning since everyone keeps asking if she's as tall as I am yet.  That depends on what shoes we are wearing.  I am 5'7".  As of this morning, Kora is 5' 6.25" - a whole three quarters of an inch shorter than I am, thank you very much.  I'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts, which won't be much longer.  She's grown over an inch since March!  And the orthopedic doctor who treated her broken leg last fall said to expect her to keep growing for approximately another 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel short already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wasn't it last week when she looked like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TDDz2t7KozI/AAAAAAAACUY/warOQZwc-_c/s1600/Kora+0.5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TDDz2t7KozI/AAAAAAAACUY/warOQZwc-_c/s320/Kora+0.5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490156067130876722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now she looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TDDz32jYvrI/AAAAAAAACUg/M4xPKtqc2mU/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TDDz32jYvrI/AAAAAAAACUg/M4xPKtqc2mU/s320/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490156086626926258" 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/706228562873668290-3174021206818801601?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3174021206818801601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3174021206818801601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3174021206818801601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3174021206818801601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/07/now-where-are-my-high-heels.html' title='Now where are my high heels?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TDDz2t7KozI/AAAAAAAACUY/warOQZwc-_c/s72-c/Kora+0.5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5724873841609711947</id><published>2010-06-30T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:30:36.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>I'll be the one on the ladder</title><content type='html'>I am done.  Almost.  As much as I can be.  I have done as much school planning as I can.  I have one curriculum set that has not been delivered yet - it's brand new and all I have is the Beta version.  Once it gets here, I'll need to make photo copies of the tests and such.  But other than that, unless I remember something I forgot to do (if I do, it'll probably be at 4 am) I can move on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like painting!  I still have paint I bought last year for some projects.  But because of my tendon injury I did zero painting last summer.  The summer of '08 I painted 3 bedrooms and a hallway &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a newborn in the house&lt;/span&gt;!  But last year, zip, nada, nothing.  Hopefully I can remedy that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been stumped as to how to paint our stairwell, which needs it badly.  But it's two stories tall, for Pete's sake.  (Anyone know who Pete is?)  Then I ran across &lt;a href="http://www.5min.com/Video/How-to-Make-a-Scaffold-to-Paint-a-Stairway-192706961"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and even though I am a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to heights, I'm gonna give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the hardest thing about painting is?  That I never want to stop at painting.  While I'm at it, I want to put in new light fixtures, and maybe new drapes, which would need new curtain rods.  Or maybe the shower curtain needs to be replaced which would require new towels, toothbrush holders, trashcans...  This is &lt;a href="http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/snowball-syndrome.html"&gt;definitely not a new phenomenon for me&lt;/a&gt;, so I know I need to watch it.  If you know of any cures, let me know.  I'll be the one sitting on the couch watching HGTV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-5724873841609711947?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5724873841609711947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5724873841609711947' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5724873841609711947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5724873841609711947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-be-one-on-ladder.html' title='I&apos;ll be the one on the ladder'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-297554742390104206</id><published>2010-06-27T19:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:18:27.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>This is so true!</title><content type='html'>OK, my husband sent me the funniest Dilbert ever this morning, but I can't figure out a way to post the whole thing in this post - part of it gets cut off.  But if you work on computers or know someone who does, click &lt;a href="http://www.dilbert.com/strips/comic/2010-06-27/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;   and get your laugh for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-297554742390104206?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/297554742390104206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=297554742390104206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/297554742390104206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/297554742390104206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-so-true.html' title='This is so true!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-1071102347285266314</id><published>2010-06-26T19:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:35:49.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Biking</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that I can take back what I said about helping kids learn to ride a bike being in the same category as potty training and phonics.  Brynna and Hailey both took off this week.  Hailey doesn't need me at all.  Brynna, who is our most un-athletic child (is un-athletic a word?), rides just fine.  She's still working on the taking off part.  And the stopping part still needs some work too, especially when a curb is coming up.  She scored our first major crash of the summer this morning by playing chicken with the sidewalk curb.  The curb won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-1071102347285266314?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1071102347285266314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=1071102347285266314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1071102347285266314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1071102347285266314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/biking.html' title='Biking'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6851040822334696428</id><published>2010-06-20T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:28:15.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><content type='html'>You can always tell when I am super busy, as my blog goes through  droughts of posts.  And even though it is summer, we have been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  get outside for a little bit each day, either bike riding or to the  pool.  We are trying to teach the two middle girls to ride without  training wheels.  I have decided that's up there with potty training and  phonics - my least favorite things I do as a parent.  But since it  would look funny for 12 year olds to ride with training wheels, I guess  the middle girls need to learn before they get there.  We had to get a  couple more bikes too as we didn't even have enough for all the girls.   Plus a couple of them had outgrown their bikes.  So right after  breakfast we go out until the heat drives us inside, roughly 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  we come inside and deep clean one room of the house.  We like it better  on days when we clean first and then go to the pool.  Instead of spring  cleaning we summer clean.   We have done the whole house except the  kitchen so that's on the agenda for this week.  Then I need to wash  curtains and clean light fixtures and we are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls also  do math and Latin one day a week.  The three older girls are also  taking piano lessons, so they practice every day on that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  lunch, I spend the afternoon doing lesson plans, running copies,  gathering books, and just generally getting prepared for the next school  year.  I am hoping to complete that in June so I can take July and  early August OFF and not even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;  about school for a while.  I'm hoping to get a few rooms and maybe some  trim painted during July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided that shopping for  and signing up for insurance is about my least favorite activity, next  to cleaning my shower (uh-oh, I need to do that this week, too).  Since  Kelly changed jobs, we had to fill out all new health, vision, dental,  and life insurance with the new company.  At the same time, our  homeowners insurance shot up, so I had to shop around and switch our  homeowners and car insurance.  Plus the new employer didn't offer enough  life insurance so we've been shopping around for additional life  insurance.  Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also had some sick kids - a couple  with tummy bugs and one trip to the urgent care clinic because Brynna  dropped a griddle on her big toe.  We thought it was broken but it is  just a deep bruise.  Her whole toe nail is navy blue.  I told her we  needed to get some polish to match and just paint all her toenails that  color - people would just think she's being funky.  I think it would go  fabulously with her red hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-6851040822334696428?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6851040822334696428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6851040822334696428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6851040822334696428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6851040822334696428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3386790755019388874</id><published>2010-06-10T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:05:24.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>It's Like Fingernails on a Chalkboard</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday evening, Kelly and I were giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; and Lauryn a bath when it happened.  We've always warned these girls it could happen but so far we had escaped anything really bad.  So I guess it's fitting that our last little girl finally bought it.  Instead of standing still in the slippery bathtub like we are always telling them to do, she decided to walk around and she slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hit the side of the tub with her two front teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound was AWFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately we could tell her two front teeth were chipped, but at least they were still in her mouth, for now.  She was bleeding from somewhere in her mouth, though we couldn't tell exactly where immediately.  We finally figured out the gums around one of her front teeth was bleeding and we were afraid she would lose at least that tooth.  I was having visions of no front teeth for the next 4-5 years.  Of course this is after business hours of our dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I had to do two things: find a dentist that would see her and find out how to handle our new dental insurance, which had just kicked in the day she fell.  Our dentist doesn't see children under the age of five, so they told me to find a pediatric dentist.  There's one right down the road from us, but in finding out if they were in our network, we discovered that somehow we still weren't in the dental insurance system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kelly had to go down to HR and work with one of the ladies down there to figure out what the issue was while I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; to the new dentist.  We just decided to pay up front and file a claim with the insurance company once we got all that settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist appointment turned out to be something of an anti-climax.  The office was great, very child-friendly and the people were so nice and helpful.  They examined her and said she was fine.  The teeth might or might not discolor but she probably wouldn't lose them.  He didn't even want to file them down.  He said just to have her eat soft foods for the next 7 days just to make sure the teeth are traumatized anymore.  Fortunately, just as I was about to pay for the visit, Kelly called and said the insurance was worked out.  So they ran it again, and the visit was covered 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately we had no further problems.  But she is much more cautious in the bathtub now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3386790755019388874?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3386790755019388874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3386790755019388874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3386790755019388874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3386790755019388874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-like-fingernails-on-chalkboard.html' title='It&apos;s Like Fingernails on a Chalkboard'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8863914685308889497</id><published>2010-06-06T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:11:00.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Conversations with a 5 year old, HGTV version</title><content type='html'>The other day, Lauryn was showing me how she had her doll house set up.  She told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See this room?  It looks crazy, doesn't it?  It needs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Design on a Dime&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8863914685308889497?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8863914685308889497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8863914685308889497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8863914685308889497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8863914685308889497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/conversations-with-5-year-old-hgtv.html' title='Conversations with a 5 year old, HGTV version'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5805917812068915571</id><published>2010-06-04T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:52:19.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Conversations with a 5 year old, potty version</title><content type='html'>Tonight, Hailey bought a little photo album, pink with a latch that velcros shut, kind of like diaries have the latch that locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, Lauryn (5 yo) thought so too.  "Hailey," she exclaimed quite excitedly, "it looks like a diarrhea!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-5805917812068915571?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5805917812068915571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5805917812068915571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5805917812068915571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5805917812068915571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/conversations-with-5-year-old-potty.html' title='Conversations with a 5 year old, potty version'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8530050530887828523</id><published>2010-06-03T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:51:04.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money management'/><title type='text'>CVS deal</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; deals lately, so I thought I'd do this.  Monday, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;  and got all this (except the toddler, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAgEMnZRuEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/irE5Zk-IxDM/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAgEMnZRuEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/irE5Zk-IxDM/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478633561476151362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for $3.44.  Plus I had $16 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ECB's&lt;/span&gt; (Extra Care Bucks, "dollars" good only at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;) on the bottom of the receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything except the trial sized deodorant was on sale, plus I used a $5 off a $30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; coupon that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; emailed me (you just have to sign up for the emails).  Then I used manufacturers coupons either out of the newspaper or printed on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ECB's&lt;/span&gt; I had earned from previous trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt;.  Toilet paper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt;, diapers, shampoo, and deodorant.  Good deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8530050530887828523?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8530050530887828523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8530050530887828523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8530050530887828523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8530050530887828523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/cvs-deal.html' title='CVS deal'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAgEMnZRuEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/irE5Zk-IxDM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7612702816555868346</id><published>2010-06-01T17:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:10:11.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>My boat is bigger than your boat</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, we went to Odessa to see my family.  Next Sunday is my parent's 40th wedding anniversary, so we've been planning for months to get together for the weekend and take them out to eat for their anniversary.  We had a little surprise for my mom planned.  With my grandmother's permission, we used the topper that was used at my grandparents' 40th anniversary party (in 1983) on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cake was my youngest sister's creation.  The top cake was spice cake, the middle cake was white cake, and the bottom was chocolate.  You'd think we were feeding the whole city of Odessa instead of our family and a couple of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQPmBYzjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/tvLOUvA3W9Y/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQPmBYzjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/tvLOUvA3W9Y/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477943119344881202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQQIpjIdI/AAAAAAAACTY/oc565Wj5gog/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQQIpjIdI/AAAAAAAACTY/oc565Wj5gog/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477943128640135634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what my mom got my dad.  It's to decorate his office at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQQv6bFpI/AAAAAAAACTg/rdbRNveD5k0/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQQv6bFpI/AAAAAAAACTg/rdbRNveD5k0/s320/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477943139179894418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad had a surprise for my mom that blows our little bit of nostalgia off the planet.  You see for weeks, he and my mom have been "planning" on going back to Arkansas where they spent their honeymoon.  What my mom didn't know was that my dad had no intention of going back to Arkansas.  He'd received a bonus from work a couple months back and wanted to use it go to on a really great trip, something they hadn't done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he decided to book them on an Alaskan cruise.  He bought the tickets, arranged for airfare, made hotel reservations the day before the cruise ALL WITHOUT TELLING MY MOM.  My sisters and I knew and he wanted us to be in on telling her.  His idea was to play a version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's Make a Deal&lt;/span&gt;.  We got little gifts that would be for the cruise - like binoculars - that she would "earn" by answering questions about their married life.  By answering more questions she could trade in for bigger prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQQymz7rI/AAAAAAAACTo/Q9bBaFt_AnQ/s1600/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQQymz7rI/AAAAAAAACTo/Q9bBaFt_AnQ/s320/114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477943139902942898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally she got to pick one of three boxes.  One had a trip to No Trees, Texas (yes it really does exist).  Box 2 was a description of the Arkansas trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQRTDusfI/AAAAAAAACTw/NaPL9BvvmOI/s1600/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQRTDusfI/AAAAAAAACTw/NaPL9BvvmOI/s320/118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477943148614169074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She picked that one at first and then, after one last question, was able to choose box number 3.  Here's Sarah showing her the actually cruise ship they will be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWRKgbqlTI/AAAAAAAACT4/V1kgyCkAaog/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWRKgbqlTI/AAAAAAAACT4/V1kgyCkAaog/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477944131456767282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom was so surprised.  She had NO IDEA.  First she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWRLSFXDoI/AAAAAAAACUI/w8mBnYGmTBY/s1600/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWRLSFXDoI/AAAAAAAACUI/w8mBnYGmTBY/s320/127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477944144784985730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWRK2l7dCI/AAAAAAAACUA/AiOdkLp9atY/s1600/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWRK2l7dCI/AAAAAAAACUA/AiOdkLp9atY/s320/129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477944137405396002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I teased her about how much bigger the boat Daddy gave her is than the one she gave him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7612702816555868346?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7612702816555868346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7612702816555868346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7612702816555868346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7612702816555868346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-boat-is-bigger-than-your-boat.html' title='My boat is bigger than your boat'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/TAWQPmBYzjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/tvLOUvA3W9Y/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-517674252896681009</id><published>2010-05-28T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:18:17.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Vocabulary words</title><content type='html'>Ashlynn was the least vocal of all my girls.  She started talking later and took longer to build up her vocabulary than any of the other ones.  In fact she said about 5-6 words BEFORE she ever said Mama, and she didn't say that until she was nearly 15 months old.  Compared to some of the other girls who were composing stories by that time, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that is behind her, and she talks about like all two year olds now.  She bosses us all around just fine.  There are two relatively recent additions to her vocabulary that I wanted to mention.  The first is quite cute.  The second, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn is the youngest one to learn the following word: princess.  Of course, when she says it, it comes out more like "pwincess."  She loves to show us all the princesses in books or on a movie (which she calls moo-bies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last word I think will become a Smith family no-no word.  Years ago, we decided not to let the older two girls use the word stupid at all.   We figured that if they didn't ever use the word, they couldn't call each other things like "stupid head" that we had heard other kids call each other.  And I have never heard my kids call other people stupid, so I guess in that it worked, though we've certainly slackened up on it in recent years.  It did cause grandparents some problems when they would visit and use the word.  ("That is a stupid thing for the president to have done."  "Granddad, you said a no-no word.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have to revise the no-no word list and add a new one to it.  It's such a benign little word too.  I think we need to add the word "fine" to the Smith banned list.  You see this is how recent conversations have gone in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ashlynn, come here.  (She just stares at me, so I stand up to go over to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn (seeing me coming her way, starts running to me, yelling): FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ashlynn, go upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She stands there, staring at me rebelliously.  Then as I start heading her way...)&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn: FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not "fine."  I'll never hear that word again without hearing my two year old's voice yelling it at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-517674252896681009?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/517674252896681009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=517674252896681009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/517674252896681009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/517674252896681009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/vocabulary-words.html' title='Vocabulary words'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4824468529544331321</id><published>2010-05-27T12:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:13:09.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>The school year is over.  Well, mostly.  Kora was still getting over her bout of bronchitis earlier this week, so she missed the first day of the standardized testing.  So she still has to make that up.  And I have them do at least one lesson in math per week during the summer - their favorite!  Our pool is closed on Monday so I try to do it then and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually do a post to kind of evaluate how the year has gone.  I hesitated to do it this year.  Not so much because we had a bad year academically.  But it was a tough year all around.  We've dealt with a death in the family, a fairly serious injury on my part, the serious deterioration of the health of my grandmother, Kelly's uncertain job situation and the emotional angst that entailed, and months and months of what seemed like unending illnesses.  Add that to the normal routine of taking care of a family of eight and the homeschooling year should have collapsed under the weight of all of it.  But I realized as I look over the year that we had a good year, in spite of all of that.  In some cases, school work provided a normality that served as an anchor during some hard times.  That doesn't mean that I wasn't ready to "pitch" it at times this year.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look over the year, here are some of my evaluation points, both good and bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hailey really started to read this year!  She struggled more than all the other girls put together, but it finally "clicked" this year.  She's reading books on her own and liking it.  She's not the bookworm Brynna is, but this is a huge step forward.  Hopefully this will translate to being able to read her math story problems, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brynna is really starting to make a transition into being able to work a little more independently.  Don't get me wrong, at nine, she still needs a lot of supervision.  But this year she was able to move from subject to subject without too much daydreaming in between.  She even had a subject with computer cd lessons and she did great with it.  She is eating up Latin like Kora does.  She will soon be making the transition to Saxon 5/4 and I hope that helps her with her multiplication skills - that two digit multiplication has given her problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Aubrey is making great improvement in her thinking skills and logical thought.  She's on the edge of the "logic stage" of development and it shows (right down to the "pert" remarks).  She's always been a math person and she is continuing to excel in that.  We are working on her writing/compositions.  That did get better this year, but still needs help.  She's also a little, shall we say lazy, when it comes to doing things like answering her history questions.  Latin is not her "thing" like it is for Kora, but she did get better at that this year as well.  Next year we are concentrating on writing and thoroughness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Kora's writing made leaps and bounds of improvement this year, no thanks to me.  I enrolled her in a writing co-op class, and it was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; worth it.  Last year she struggled with math; this year she did so much better.  I'm glad that last year we slowed and down and re-did some of the book she was in and really made sure she grasped the material. Yay for the freedom and flexibility of homeschooling!   Now I'm not worried about her moving into Algebra I at all.  She's far ahead of me in Latin now so we are going to be enrolling her in an online course to help with that for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Lauryn, well, to be honest Lauryn is where I really dropped the ball.  She turned 5 a few months ago, and with the older girls I was working with them a lot more by this age.  I did work with her some, but not consistently.  She wasn't terrible interested either, so it was easy to let this be a sporadic thing.  Hailey and Brynna's work was very teacher intensive this last year, and so I let Lauryn pretty much have a playful year, her work largely revolving around which princess she would be that day.  So next year, my goal is to consistently work with her on phonics and have some fun math activities and games to play with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Ashlynn started talking and is showing interest in potty training.  'Nough said.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4824468529544331321?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4824468529544331321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4824468529544331321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4824468529544331321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4824468529544331321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7213204485445738790</id><published>2010-05-21T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:50:20.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And...</title><content type='html'>Add pink eye to the list.  Yep, me, in both eyes.  :-/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7213204485445738790?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7213204485445738790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7213204485445738790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7213204485445738790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7213204485445738790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/and.html' title='And...'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7996094028623446015</id><published>2010-05-19T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:44:51.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>May you live in interesting times</title><content type='html'>OK, since the big recitals on Sunday afternoon/evening, we've had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole bunch of company leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "cold" turn into bronchitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two other family members get a bit of a stomach bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a doctor diagnose me with bronchitis and give me medicine that is not working as fast as I would like (it never does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the IRS send us a letter letting us know that we are being audited for the 2008 year (which we turned in last year in 2009).  Evidently they believe that we either (a) don't really have 6 kids (maybe we are borrowing someone else's?) or (b) that we aren't reporting all the income we are getting to provide for these 6 kids.  I get a good laugh out of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for the week have largely gone out the window.  The biggest event for the week has yet to happen.  Kelly's changing jobs!  After looking and praying for over a year, his last day is Friday and he starts the new job on Monday.  He is quite excited about the new project he'll be working on.  And, as usual, he won't be able to tell me anything about it.  Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the last week of school, which means it's time for me to order books for next year and start planning for it.  I also have a lot of projects I'd like to get done this summer - most of them I had planned on doing last summer, but my foot injury pretty much scratched any of those plans.  Maybe it's a good thing I've been on the couch this week.  I think I need to rest up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7996094028623446015?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7996094028623446015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7996094028623446015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7996094028623446015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7996094028623446015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-you-live-in-interesting-times.html' title='May you live in interesting times'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2748372537638961692</id><published>2010-05-17T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:50:46.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Spring Recital 2010</title><content type='html'>Kora and Aubrey each played in a recital yesterday.  The spring recital in the music conservatory they are in is a big deal every year.  The concert Aubrey played in was Sunday dressy; Kora's was formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU7YTVlGI/AAAAAAAACTI/hHkGFwRRu8M/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU7YTVlGI/AAAAAAAACTI/hHkGFwRRu8M/s320/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472389138832790626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU7DiBSXI/AAAAAAAACTA/eX5GvLkcADM/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU7DiBSXI/AAAAAAAACTA/eX5GvLkcADM/s320/094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472389133257230706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU6sZpuFI/AAAAAAAACS4/1jWRMU9lCsw/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU6sZpuFI/AAAAAAAACS4/1jWRMU9lCsw/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472389127048116306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU6arGuPI/AAAAAAAACSw/w9xwc4-868M/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU6arGuPI/AAAAAAAACSw/w9xwc4-868M/s320/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472389122289481970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S_HU55Ja5ZI/AAAAAAAACSo/zO63O1RF7eU/s1600/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-cmu_NJzdI/AAAAAAAACSA/ToyUDOKdTgM/s320/IMG_7954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469382861147196882" 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/706228562873668290-7475630619033793323?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7475630619033793323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7475630619033793323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7475630619033793323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7475630619033793323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-cmu_NJzdI/AAAAAAAACSA/ToyUDOKdTgM/s72-c/IMG_7954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3374543746753775416</id><published>2010-05-05T19:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:33:47.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in SA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>The "Later" pictures</title><content type='html'>Halfway through the week, and I'm ready to go back to the river.  Our home school group rented a duplex right on the Guadalupe River.  Since we rented both sides, we had the spacious deck all to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a look at the top level of the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILQRH8SUI/AAAAAAAACRI/gxGzKKVXaZo/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILQRH8SUI/AAAAAAAACRI/gxGzKKVXaZo/s320/081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467945271683729730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how far up the top deck is from the dock.  The deck was actually three stories: the fishing/boat dock, the grilling level, and the lazy mommy enjoying the view level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILQ_bbUDI/AAAAAAAACRQ/2CAskzGOWks/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILQ_bbUDI/AAAAAAAACRQ/2CAskzGOWks/s320/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467945284113485874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a peek at our wild party.  Ignore the comfy pajamas everyone is wearing, and pay attention to the spiral staircase.  My bed was up in the loft up those stairs.  I had stupidly decided it was a smart idea to pack everything I was bringing into one suitcase: clothes, toiletries, blow dryer, games, movies, shoes, wine.  And then I had to lug it ALL THE WAY UP THOSE STAIRS.  The other ladies were all laughing at me.  Next year, I'm bringing 2 duffel bags instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILQJTYj7I/AAAAAAAACRA/krYYsENpeSg/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILQJTYj7I/AAAAAAAACRA/krYYsENpeSg/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467945269584236466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some moms enjoying the deck Saturday morning, holding babies to give some of the other moms a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-IMe8J7SII/AAAAAAAACRo/M-63-ns_Sug/s1600/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-IMe8J7SII/AAAAAAAACRo/M-63-ns_Sug/s320/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467946623264573570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view we had to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-IMeftUlBI/AAAAAAAACRg/8DzCSVGOLGw/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-IMeftUlBI/AAAAAAAACRg/8DzCSVGOLGw/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467946615628403730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of the moms went fishing. Teresa caught a couple of rainbow trout, including this one.  Those of us who like to eat fish but can't stand to catch them were duly impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILPvyWqNI/AAAAAAAACQ4/jYt1vYIEsEA/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILPvyWqNI/AAAAAAAACQ4/jYt1vYIEsEA/s320/090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467945262734813394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday about 5 of us went tubing.  We liked it so much that on Sunday we rented a couple of rafts and 7 of us went rafting.  I'm in the front in the pink shirt.  Our "exit" spot was just across the river from our house so I had one of the other ladies get pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILPB4xOkI/AAAAAAAACQw/6YXHxGK94TY/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILPB4xOkI/AAAAAAAACQw/6YXHxGK94TY/s320/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467945250413689410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that raft waaaaaaaay back there?  As we were pulling our raft out of the river, the other group was well behind.  And they had 4 rowers and we only had 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-IMd_lQLrI/AAAAAAAACRY/X-REShWExtI/s1600/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-IMd_lQLrI/AAAAAAAACRY/X-REShWExtI/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467946607004626610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you guys, hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-IOJHF8ZoI/AAAAAAAACRw/ZLswN3j-fMY/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-IOJHF8ZoI/AAAAAAAACRw/ZLswN3j-fMY/s320/096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467948447266793090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just kidding!  Who wants to hurry on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are definitely going to have to do this again next year!  Next year, we're tubing all the way to Gruene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3374543746753775416?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3374543746753775416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3374543746753775416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3374543746753775416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3374543746753775416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/later-pictures.html' title='The &quot;Later&quot; pictures'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S-ILQRH8SUI/AAAAAAAACRI/gxGzKKVXaZo/s72-c/081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5795901855954806312</id><published>2010-05-02T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:09:46.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT sunburned in spite of a day spent river tubing and another in a raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy one of the houses we saw on the river.  And never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is not going to like it when I tell him we have to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-5795901855954806312?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5795901855954806312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5795901855954806312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5795901855954806312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5795901855954806312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8493981656887728482</id><published>2010-04-30T14:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:36:30.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Calgon, Take Me Away!</title><content type='html'>OK, showing my age a little there.  I do want to point out that I was a VERY LITTLE girl when those commercials were airing.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am getting away - though Calgon (are they still around, does anyone know?) has nothing to do with it.  This spring our home school group eschewed the conference we normally attend and decided to organize our own getaway.  Though we'll have no inspirational speakers and no book tables to pawn over, I am sure we'll have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a river house (actually it's a duplex, but we've rented both units) with a huge two story deck.  We are going out to eat tonight, having pizza delivered Saturday night and are bringing food for all other times.  We plan on eating good food, drinking yummy drinks (both alcoholic and non), chatting, playing, and just generally de-stressing.  Saturday afternoon, some of us (the non-chicken ones) are going tubing on the river if the weather cooperates.  I've got my sunscreen and bug spray ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post pictures next week.  Looking forward to a relaxing weekend vacation with the girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8493981656887728482?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8493981656887728482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8493981656887728482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8493981656887728482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8493981656887728482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/calgon-take-me-away.html' title='Calgon, Take Me Away!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-594425312971547717</id><published>2010-04-24T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:46:23.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aren&apos;t you crafty'/><title type='text'>The Fruit of My Labor</title><content type='html'>I crack myself up.  He he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last weekend I made strawberry jam.  I had found strawberries for 99 cents a pound that week and bought 8 pounds.  With that I made 15 pints of jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S9OPyAmkrmI/AAAAAAAACQo/ydmUcp2NfpU/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S9OPyAmkrmI/AAAAAAAACQo/ydmUcp2NfpU/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463868862248562274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the cost of sugar, pectin, lemon juice, lids, I figured this cost me about $1.45 per pint.  You can buy jellies and jam cheaper than this, but (1) they don't taste as good and (2) they have corn syrup instead of sugar.  To get sugar sweetened or naturally sweetened jams and jellies at the store, you'll have to pay a lot more than that.  And it only took me a couple of hours, including clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best paired with homemade buttermilk biscuits.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-594425312971547717?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/594425312971547717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=594425312971547717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/594425312971547717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/594425312971547717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/fruit-of-my-labor.html' title='The Fruit of My Labor'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S9OPyAmkrmI/AAAAAAAACQo/ydmUcp2NfpU/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3792791912079600667</id><published>2010-04-19T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:06:09.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>My baby is two!</title><content type='html'>Ashlynn officially entered the "terrible twos" today, though I think she was born in them.  :-)  I've always said that threes are worse than twos, so we may be in for a couple of interesting years.  If you want to see pictures of her the day she was born click &lt;a href="http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.   If you want to read her home birth story click &lt;a href="http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/ashlynns-birth-aka-will-midwife-make-it_22.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8zRKIjKJGI/AAAAAAAACQg/MDJgxSLcF3s/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8zRKIjKJGI/AAAAAAAACQg/MDJgxSLcF3s/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461970420117415010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The older girls have told me that I shouldn't call her a baby anymore.  But she wears a diaper and sleeps in a crib.  I think I'm justified in still using the term baby.  You know what Ashlynn call herself?  "Cute."  No kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3792791912079600667?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3792791912079600667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3792791912079600667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3792791912079600667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3792791912079600667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-baby-is-two.html' title='My baby is two!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8zRKIjKJGI/AAAAAAAACQg/MDJgxSLcF3s/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-9171435118325681590</id><published>2010-04-16T09:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:27:17.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Brynna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, Brynna Nicole is 9 years old!  Yikes, that's half way to 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8hyo36KBoI/AAAAAAAACQY/NlSHHeJ0E0M/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8hyo36KBoI/AAAAAAAACQY/NlSHHeJ0E0M/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460740594714936962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brynna is our "sunny" child.  When she was a toddler, we called her our teddy bear.  One of her spiritual gifts is mercy.  If you are familiar with the 5 love languages, hers is definitely acts of service.  We love you, Brynna - happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-9171435118325681590?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9171435118325681590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=9171435118325681590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/9171435118325681590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/9171435118325681590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-brynna.html' title='Happy Birthday, Brynna!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8hyo36KBoI/AAAAAAAACQY/NlSHHeJ0E0M/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8362228794574777387</id><published>2010-04-13T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:20:40.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Braces, round 2</title><content type='html'>Kora, our oldest is our most recent victim of orthodontic torture: braces.  She got them yesterday in the midst of a very busy day.  She is not a happy girl.  She thought her teeth were straight enough, and had no desire to do anything about them.  I'm just hoping that when she grows up she'll appreciate it.  I wanted her to smile to show off the new hardware, and this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8TfW0IHjLI/AAAAAAAACQQ/zuerFZMctSA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8TfW0IHjLI/AAAAAAAACQQ/zuerFZMctSA/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459734231322692786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thrilled, isn't she?  It's the 13 year old version of stamping her foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8362228794574777387?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8362228794574777387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8362228794574777387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8362228794574777387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8362228794574777387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/braces-round-2.html' title='Braces, round 2'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S8TfW0IHjLI/AAAAAAAACQQ/zuerFZMctSA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3486397432501647535</id><published>2010-04-11T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:56:48.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>I had grand plans for yesterday, and I got 95% of them done.  Not too bad.  But I was definitely over-ambitious and was worthless when I got done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I had Kelly stop by Sam's Club and get a &lt;a href="http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2007/01/up-to-me-eyeballs-in-meat.html"&gt;case of ground beef&lt;/a&gt;.  We do this every 6-7 months, because the 90% lean ground beef there is about $0.80 per pound cheaper (and sometimes more) than buying the family packs there at Sam's - and that is way cheaper than the same stuff at any other grocery store here in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course once you buy that much meat, you have to DO something with it.  :-)  I've done this for several years now, and always before I would cut up some of the logs into 1, 1.5, or 2 pound sections, bag and freeze them raw for future use in meatloaves, meatballs, or meat patties.  Then I would start browning meat and freezing the ground beef in 1 or 1.5 pound portions.  Not only does this save us a lot of money over the months, but it saves me a lot of time in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I decided to take it a step further.  Instead of just freezing the raw meat, I actually mixed up 7 meals worth of meatloaf (3 different recipes), 3 bags of meatballs, 4 meals worth of taco meat.  I also bought 8 pounds of ground Italian sausage last week at HEB.  Three went into one of the meatloaf recipes, and the other 5 I browned and mixed with an equal amount of ground beef.  This is now frozen for 10 different Italian based meals (spaghetti, lasagna, etc.) when I usually mix the two.  The remaining beef was browned and frozen as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of work on 80 pounds of beef plus 8 pounds of sausage.  But I got it all done in one day.  I had also planned on taking some of the beef right after it was browned and cooking up a couple of meat sauces in triple batches and freezing them for the casseroles they go in.  But I ran out of time, energy, and my back and feet were killing me.  All of the above plus clean up took about 8 hours, maybe more.  But it will be so worth it in the amount of time it will save us.  We love just being able to pull out the meat already browned - it makes meal prep so much easier on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I think I will do it again, with a couple of minor changes.  On Friday evening I think I will cook one log (10 pounds) and go ahead and do those sauces that night.  Then I can refrigerate them overnight and bag and freeze the next morning.  Then proceed on Saturday as I did yesterday.  But my freezer is nicely stuffed and I really don't want to eat any ground beef for several days.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3486397432501647535?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3486397432501647535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3486397432501647535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3486397432501647535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3486397432501647535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-9003847632409255581</id><published>2010-04-09T14:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:30:19.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Band of Brothers</title><content type='html'>Kelly and I just recently finished watching the HBO mini-series &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/span&gt;, which documents the actions of Easy Company, 506th Paratroop Infantry Regiment of the 101st Airborne division during World War II.  Kelly got the set for Christmas and I decided to watch it with him, though World War II has never been an area of history I've been much interested in.  It was too recent - after all, my grandfather was in the army during WWII.  He was a staff sergeant in the China/India/Burma theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the last few years the era has peaked my interest more.  I don't know if it is maturity on my part or the passing of my grandfather, but I had read a little more about it in recent years, though not nearly as much as other areas.  Last year, I studied the civil war almost exclusively.  I read I don't know how many books about it, until I was Civil Warred out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was slightly more interested in recent years, I still didn't think I would enjoy the series as much as I did.  Though, after talking to a friend of mine with several boys, I realize this might be due in part to the fact that I HAVE NO BOYS.  I don't have to worry about my sons wanting to grow up and be soldiers.  So it doesn't evoke images for me that it might in other moms.  The historian in me wanted to know how factual the series was, so I've actually started reading about World War II - something I've never done before unless it was a class assignment.  And I'm enjoying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish my grandfather was around to ask more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***Disclaimer***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though we enjoyed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band of Brothers,&lt;/span&gt; I need to warn you that the language is, well, rough would be a polite term.  I realize that it is probably accurate in that regard, but it is still hard to sit through, especially as I am not used to hearing it any more.  So we will definitely not be letting any of the girls watch it, maybe until they are grown and gown out of the house.  :-)  So don't get the idea that it would be a good supplement to your high schooler's history studies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-9003847632409255581?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9003847632409255581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=9003847632409255581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/9003847632409255581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/9003847632409255581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/band-of-brothers.html' title='Band of Brothers'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-235173922588945160</id><published>2010-04-04T13:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:54:17.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>Good Friday and the Cross represent Jesus dying as payment for our sins.  The first Easter and the Resurrection were when Jesus clothes us with His righteousness so that when we stand before God, He sees not a sinner but His One and Only Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt; that's were the tradition of Easter clothes/dresses comes from right?  To represent our new robe of righteousness from Christ?  Surely there's some highly significant reason for this tradition other than a longing for new duds?  It would make me feel better if there were.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if not, they sure are fun, especially with a house full of girls.  Easter dresses are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.  When I went to see my mom and dad a few weeks back, she and I went shopping for dresses for the girls.  My mom very sweetly bought the dresses (THANK YOU!) and I decided that since I didn't have dresses to get, I would get them jewelry to go with them.  So the older 5 got bracelets and earrings - well, all those with holes for earrings to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn will be 2 in a couple of weeks and has still not learned how to keep her tongue in her mouth.  It's her trademark.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdjr0If0I/AAAAAAAACPo/YbJf2ztHQxo/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdjr0If0I/AAAAAAAACPo/YbJf2ztHQxo/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456354553685901122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauryn (aged 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdkvORJHI/AAAAAAAACPw/U_05CbYWXdw/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdkvORJHI/AAAAAAAACPw/U_05CbYWXdw/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456354571780695154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and I fell in love with these dresses - love the skirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdhNT626I/AAAAAAAACPg/b_PwaAL4frw/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdhNT626I/AAAAAAAACPg/b_PwaAL4frw/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456354511137987490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hailey (7yo) - and yes, she has forgotten how to smile for the camera.  They all did at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdgos8qsI/AAAAAAAACPY/T_rb_6r3WzQ/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdgos8qsI/AAAAAAAACPY/T_rb_6r3WzQ/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456354501310851778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brynna (who will be 9 in a couple of weeks) LOVED the wrap that came with this dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdfWxz6II/AAAAAAAACPQ/iLXe4PFYd_Y/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdfWxz6II/AAAAAAAACPQ/iLXe4PFYd_Y/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456354479319541890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aubrey (11 years old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jenTD7KII/AAAAAAAACQI/atrUS1qYvVw/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jenTD7KII/AAAAAAAACQI/atrUS1qYvVw/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456355715272353922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kora (13) - no, she's not unhappy, but there is a story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jekra2tMI/AAAAAAAACQA/gctfxDi_lwU/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jekra2tMI/AAAAAAAACQA/gctfxDi_lwU/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456355670271374530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I wrote earlier, we've all - except Kora - had a nasty stomach bug this week.  This morning she felt fine, though she didn't eat much breakfast, which is unusual.  By the time she'd finished dressing though, she said, "I'm not feeling very good."  Kelly was already having to stay home from church as he wasn't completely over it yet.  So I told Kora to "let me take a quick picture first."  So I drug her outside and took a couple of quick individual pictures, then told all the other kids to get out there quick so I could get a quick group shot.  Kora was great about it, but in her effort to keep the nausea at bay, she doesn't look very happy.  :-)  I'll get a better picture next week.  Since she didn't get to actually go to church, she can just wear it next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jehgGNIEI/AAAAAAAACP4/3nSvh1qFD4Q/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jehgGNIEI/AAAAAAAACP4/3nSvh1qFD4Q/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456355615692365890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Easter !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-235173922588945160?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/235173922588945160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=235173922588945160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/235173922588945160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/235173922588945160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S7jdjr0If0I/AAAAAAAACPo/YbJf2ztHQxo/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4730187063229570053</id><published>2010-04-02T09:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:46:34.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Smith Infirmary for Girls</title><content type='html'>That's what Kelly said we should call this place lately.  Though I guess that wouldn't be appropriate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a nasty stomach bug go through our family, starting with Ashlynn last Sunday.  Then we thought we were free when no one else had succumbed by bedtime Tuesday night, which was a good thing since we were supposed to host our church's Wednesday evening Bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 1:15 a.m. Lauryn wakes me up with news that she has it, and I realize as I'm getting her situated that I'm not feeling all that steady either.  Hoping it was just the power of suggestion, I stayed on the sofa just in case it wasn't so I wouldn't disturb Kelly.  Sure enough, I had it too.  By the time Kelly woke up, I was running fever.  I ran fever all day long, staying pretty high.  I don't remember being that sick in years, mainly because of the fever and, I'm sure, dehydration.  I'm so grateful Kelly stayed home from work that day 'cause he had to nearly carry me to the bathroom, I was so weak, and nearly passed out on him a couple of times.  I remember telling him at one point that I thought I was going to die.  A few moments later I changed it to "I want to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came down with it, Aubrey got it, and then last night Brynna, Hailey, and Kelly all got it.  Ironically, Aubrey's the only other one that ran fever; most everyone has gone through it without any, let alone as high as mine was.  Kora has escaped so far, but I'll be surprised if she doesn't get it soon.  I feel like I need to hang a "Quarantined" sign on our front door.  For such a short-lived virus, it is nasty while it is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we aren't sure if this will affect our Easter plans, but at this point we are assuming it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4730187063229570053?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4730187063229570053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4730187063229570053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4730187063229570053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4730187063229570053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/smith-infirmary-for-girls.html' title='Smith Infirmary for Girls'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-5373073314009069950</id><published>2010-03-30T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:21:32.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>When the girls were littler I used to dream of having a maid.  And I don't mean just a Molly-Maid-come-in-once-a-week-and-clean type of maid.  I used to dream of having my own "Susan" from the Anne of Green Gables series.  A live-in full-time, lived to cook, cleaned for amusement, loved my kids as if they were her own kinda maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my kids are getting older and the household duties around here are (a) not so onerous and (b) are shared amongst many hands, I dream of having a gardener.  Maybe he/she doesn't need to be live-in, but I'd love to have someone keep my lawn weed and thatch free, keep it composted and fertilized, know exactly how and when everything should be trimmed, and grow me a beautiful garden of both flowers and veggies.  Kelly and I neither one are gardeners, but I love having beautiful green grass and weeds embarrass me almost as much as dust on the piano.  But I have a grey thumb - not quite black but a definite handicap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that we didn't have any boys.  And yes, I know girls can do yard work too, and I do make them help me pull weeds and such.  They help with the veggie beds more willingly.  But much of yard work just calls for more of a heavy-lifter than I have ever been or expect my girls to be.  Kelly mows and edges, but I think he'd rather put down AstroTurf rather than have to do much more to it - it's just not his thing either.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until we strike it rich and get a full time gardener (ha ha), we'll have to slum along as is, and Better Homes and Gardens will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; doing another veggie crop this year.  I learned a few things from last year, so hopefully it will be more successful this year.  I'll post more on that at a later date.  But I did add in strawberries this year just for fun.  My girls are excited about the three whole berries we have growing right now.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-5373073314009069950?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5373073314009069950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=5373073314009069950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5373073314009069950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/5373073314009069950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6041093830177988096</id><published>2010-03-27T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:57:12.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just us'/><title type='text'>Look Away, look away, look away</title><content type='html'>Really, I guess it should be "go away."  I gave this command to my husband and myself on Friday night. We had babysitters lined up - Kora is still too young for an overnight babysitting job - and a local hotel reserved.  We had gift cards for dinner and dvds to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish we could do that once a month.  But since we haven't gotten away for even a night in almost three years (right before I found out I was pregnant with Ashlynn), don't worry that we'll go over board and be leaving our kids all the time.  But next time I think it should be for the whole weekend.  The bad thing is that we are so spoiled by our memory foam mattress at home that neither of us sleep as well away from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know of a hotel chain that has memory foam mattresses in its rooms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-6041093830177988096?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6041093830177988096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6041093830177988096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6041093830177988096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6041093830177988096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-away-look-away-look-away.html' title='Look Away, look away, look away'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8842441887573575733</id><published>2010-03-18T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:49:11.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my husband sent me off for a weekend with my parents.  Primarily I went to see my grandmother and mom.  My grandmother, who has been in a nursing home since about this time last year, has been steadily going down hill since the first of the year.  Physically she's very weak and in a lot of pain due to various problems.  Mentally, she's suffering from a dementia that has hit like the proverbial Mack truck.  My grandmother was always very active, and now needs help even to eat and can't remember where she is most of the time, and loses track of the year all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this has been hard for my mom who has had the main responsibility of taking care or her, taking her to appointments, and managing her care as she is the closest family member.  Not only is it hard for her to see her mom slipping away, but it's been hard to see her in pain as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to see my grandmother for what might have been the last time.  And to see my mom, as we just needed some time together during this rough time.  Though bitter sweet in many ways, it was a great weekend.  Grandmama did know who I was, and told me she loved me and that she loved getting visitors.  Mama and I went shopping and ate way too much food.  My dad and I got to visit as well.  So, thank you, Kelly, for keeping the kids so I could make a stress-free trip up there.  And thank you, Aubrey (my pastor's wife and very good friend) for spurring me on to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8842441887573575733?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8842441887573575733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8842441887573575733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8842441887573575733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8842441887573575733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-7518605969051056246</id><published>2010-03-09T10:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:10:24.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>The Idea is....</title><content type='html'>Today during grammar, I had the following conversation with Hailey, our 7 yo.  This is the child that lives in fairy land most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We are talking about nouns today.  Give me an example of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK, now a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey: My room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Good, now a thing in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey: A lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Good, now an idea.  Remember that an idea is something we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; think about in our mind but we can't see or touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey: A unicorn flying horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-7518605969051056246?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7518605969051056246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=7518605969051056246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7518605969051056246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/7518605969051056246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/idea-is.html' title='The Idea is....'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2271805898680003232</id><published>2010-03-04T19:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:30:19.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Yet another haircut</title><content type='html'>I promise I don't intend to publish every haircut we get in the family, but part of the reason for this blog is for the purpose of family members to be able to be a part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this is such a huge change for us.  For years and years, our girls hated even the mention of a trim.  They gloried in their long hair, no matter how long it took to brush or how wild it tended to be.  We were not just the family with all the girls, but the family with all the girls with really long hair.  I remember almost begging the girls to get their hair cut because I was tired of spending so much time brushing it.  Just a couple of years ago they looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S5BdyKy98jI/AAAAAAAACPI/BtvpsZOImRI/s1600-h/20080217_IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S5BdyKy98jI/AAAAAAAACPI/BtvpsZOImRI/s320/20080217_IMG_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444955065963901490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now all of a sudden, they all want short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ironic aside, we are studying the roaring 20's right now.  But I'm sure that has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brynna's been after me ever since Hailey got her haircut to get hers done as well.  We measured and she even had enough to do another locks of love donation.  Here we are before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S5BbTflD6LI/AAAAAAAACO4/Bk1IMz2GVw8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S5BbTflD6LI/AAAAAAAACO4/Bk1IMz2GVw8/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444952339943516338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S5BbTzGRZBI/AAAAAAAACPA/L1g8xdCCCqc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S5BbTzGRZBI/AAAAAAAACPA/L1g8xdCCCqc/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444952345183085586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She declares she loves it.  Now that they are old enough to brush their own hair, they see the the virtues of shorter hair.  But it really is cute on her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2271805898680003232?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2271805898680003232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2271805898680003232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2271805898680003232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2271805898680003232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/yet-another-haircut.html' title='Yet another haircut'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S5BdyKy98jI/AAAAAAAACPI/BtvpsZOImRI/s72-c/20080217_IMG_0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8086354154392448769</id><published>2010-03-02T08:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:31:26.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Olympic Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>So the Olympics are over now, and I feel the same bereftness (is that a word?) that follows the end of football season.  I admit to being an Olympics junkie - both summer and winter.  My favorite winter sport, believe it or not, is curling.  I started watching it 8 years ago, really got hooked four years ago, and sat riveted before every curling match they showed this year.  Kelly is nearly as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that the girls, at least the older two, got into it as well this year.  It was funny to hear them discussing strategy, about whether they should freeze the rock or knock it out.  But the funniest thing came out of Hailey, our seven year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In curling, the team that throws the last rock of an end (which is somewhat like an inning in baseball) has what's called the "hammer" or last rock.  This is an advantage in the game.  During one game, Hailey came up and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So which team has the ax?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl, we've never let her live that down.  Considering the game is played on a smooth sheet of ice, the thought of an ax involved makes it even funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they only televise curling down here in Texas during the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn, our five year old, had one that I thought was even funnier.  As a friend of mine said, this falls into the "You know you live in Texas when..." category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came downstairs one afternoon last week after nap and glanced at the tv.  I had a hockey game on at the time (as there was no curling going on at the time).  She looked at the tv and then to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm.  Ice football."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8086354154392448769?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8086354154392448769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8086354154392448769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8086354154392448769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8086354154392448769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-withdrawal.html' title='Olympic Withdrawal'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8271933188179449162</id><published>2010-02-23T15:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:38:55.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Say wha'?</title><content type='html'>This was part of a conversation at breakfast yesterday that cracked all of us up.  The girls were talking about words and their meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey: Sit down and sit up both mean to sit, but mean different things.  One means to sit when someone is standing and the other to sit when you're laying down.  Stand up and stand down have complete different meanings that aren't related to each other at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn (5 yo): What does "stand down" mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey: "Stand down" means to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn (looking completely puzzled): In Latin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8271933188179449162?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8271933188179449162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8271933188179449162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8271933188179449162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8271933188179449162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/say-wha.html' title='Say wha&apos;?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-1099383951503690925</id><published>2010-02-21T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:20:08.608-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>New 'Do</title><content type='html'>Kora's been wanting to get her hair cut and layered for quite a while now, so Friday afternoon I took her to my stylist to get it done.  I really had no idea what she wanted but she had a picture in her head of what she wanted.  It turned out very cute.  The pictures really don't do it justice, partly because I'm such a bad photographer, and partly because it doesn't catch the way she moves.  It has made her look at least two years older than 13, her real age.  The fact that she's just a tad bit shorter than me doesn't help either.  (The other day I wore flats to church while she wore three inch heels.  I'll not make that mistake again - I felt like she dwarfed me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Anne, the stylist, that her father would NOT like the new cut.  I was right.  But we all think it suits her very well.  The layers allow her hair to be even more wavy than it already was.  Now she just needs to learn how to use a straight iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures are with it air dried, with natural wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFraff5yI/AAAAAAAACOw/6mnA5cpk0EM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFraff5yI/AAAAAAAACOw/6mnA5cpk0EM/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440776805732575010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFrLmPk3I/AAAAAAAACOo/wqwqOOlTY-c/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFrLmPk3I/AAAAAAAACOo/wqwqOOlTY-c/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440776801734333298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFqu-FFJI/AAAAAAAACOg/Y-bZl-1w96M/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFqu-FFJI/AAAAAAAACOg/Y-bZl-1w96M/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440776794049680530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures were taken today, when we used a flat iron on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFpxT-KCI/AAAAAAAACOQ/mcCW0fKzNw4/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFpxT-KCI/AAAAAAAACOQ/mcCW0fKzNw4/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440776777498503202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFqA11sTI/AAAAAAAACOY/RjAJ0Y3m9AI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFqA11sTI/AAAAAAAACOY/RjAJ0Y3m9AI/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440776781667086642" 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/706228562873668290-1099383951503690925?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1099383951503690925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=1099383951503690925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1099383951503690925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1099383951503690925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-do.html' title='New &apos;Do'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S4GFraff5yI/AAAAAAAACOw/6mnA5cpk0EM/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-708846194258987528</id><published>2010-02-10T14:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:54:45.852-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARG'/><title type='text'>An expensive lesson</title><content type='html'>Here's a tip for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for some reason your garage door opener decides to start acting funny one day - let's say it will only raise your door about 5 inches off the floor and then stop - here's a tip that will save you from having to pay a technician a healthy service charge to come out and tell you what the problem is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNPLUG THE OPENER AND THEN PLUG IT BACK IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right.  Evidently, some automatic openers "run on Windows" as my computer geek husband says, and just need to be reset sometimes.  So if yours ever does this, try unplugging it before shelling out $60 to the technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we know anyone who's had to do this recently.  No, not us.  Absolutely not.  Uh-uh.  Just wanted to pass a tip on in case it could help anyone else.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-708846194258987528?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/708846194258987528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=708846194258987528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/708846194258987528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/708846194258987528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/expensive-lesson.html' title='An expensive lesson'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2775707829188462217</id><published>2010-02-06T00:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:44:17.674-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>The Sword used as a sledgehammer</title><content type='html'>The other day at lunch, Hailey (7 yo) was explaining to her sisters what she had been playing when called away to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey: I am the queen of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One older sister:  Aren't we queens of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey: No.  I'm the queen of everything!  You are all peasants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey (11 yo): Remember, Hailey, "The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; shall be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2775707829188462217?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2775707829188462217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2775707829188462217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2775707829188462217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2775707829188462217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/sword-used-as-sledgehammer.html' title='The Sword used as a sledgehammer'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8810747677883694857</id><published>2010-02-02T18:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:29:59.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Gift</title><content type='html'>I mentioned a couple of weeks back about my Christmas gift I would blog about in the future. I finally remembered to take a picture of it when I was using it this morning so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S2jAs992DiI/AAAAAAAACOI/XtGAX6Y2l38/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S2jAs992DiI/AAAAAAAACOI/XtGAX6Y2l38/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433804829203238434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, my friends, is a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/LEquip-760200-NutriMill-Grain-Mill/dp/B001UI37N8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=home-garden&amp;amp;qid=1265156851&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;grain mill&lt;/a&gt;.  Yep, it's a counter top appliance that will grind grain into flour.  Until a few years ago I didn't even know such things existed, but as I started learning more about bread baking and started doing more of it, I started coveting one, er, I mean, wanting one.  ;-)  My hubby obliged for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this means I had to go buy some wheat berries.  I also decided to buy some oat groats at the same time, as oat bran is extremely high in soluble fiber, which Kelly needs in his diet due to his digestive condition.  I bought both red and white wheat berries, for different uses.  I tend to use the red wheat when baking bread and the white for more general baking purposes.  I use half white and half whole wheat flour in most of my non-bread baking, and my family loves it.  I baked bread this morning with freshly ground whole wheat flour and the house smelled wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say the most pleasant surprise has been the oat bran.  While I bought it primarily to use in making Kelly's sandwich and toast bread, I have started using it in other applications.  It makes really good breakfast meals - I replace half the white flour with an equal amount of oat bran.  I've made muffins with it that were almost inhaled.  I made pancakes yesterday morning with half white flour/half oat bran that were scrumptious!  The oat bran adds a richer flavor to everything that we are really liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to experiment with grinding anything else, like rice or beans.  I'm not entirely sure what I would use this for.  Anyone with a mill have any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8810747677883694857?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8810747677883694857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8810747677883694857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8810747677883694857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8810747677883694857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-christmas-gift.html' title='My Christmas Gift'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S2jAs992DiI/AAAAAAAACOI/XtGAX6Y2l38/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2528056779124390719</id><published>2010-01-31T18:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:16:27.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to my sister Jaime and her husband E.J.!  My niece Callan will be receiving a baby brother or sister sometime in October.  Brother?  What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my side of the family we have my six girls, of course, my youngest sister has three boys, and then the middle one, Jaime, has one little girl who will be 2 in July.  So we are definitely heavily girl leaning, especially if you consider my generation - my parents had three girls.  (We are even more heavily skewed on Kelly's side: out of 8 grandchildren there is ONE boy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are especially excited for them because they did not go through the infertility issues this time around.  They dealt with infertility for over two years last time, and it was very hard for my sister.  Praising God for this blessing, and praying for an easy first trimester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2528056779124390719?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2528056779124390719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2528056779124390719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2528056779124390719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2528056779124390719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4676709123768476626</id><published>2010-01-29T16:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:29:36.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Ankle update</title><content type='html'>I went to see the foot/ankle orthopedist who has been treating my partially torn tendon in my left ankle yesterday afternoon and he was very pleased.  I have progressed so far that I can actually hold my arch up barefoot.  That doesn't sound like much, but just a few months ago, my arch was on the floor if I didn't have a shoe on.  It's my muscles that are holding the foot up, not the tendon, but it is definitely a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he called me "an interesting case."  He said he's almost never seen this - progress like this, I mean.  He wants me to do some foot muscle strengthening exercises to see if we can continue to build up the muscle to help compensate for the tendon who's literally falling down on the job.  So for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foreseeable&lt;/span&gt; future, he will check me every 3 months and we'll just wait and see if I ever need surgery on it.  I am praying not, because it is a major, major reconstruction with a long, arduous recovery.  Not something I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just praising God for the progress and the lack of much pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4676709123768476626?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4676709123768476626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4676709123768476626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4676709123768476626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4676709123768476626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/ankle-update.html' title='Ankle update'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4784773523079465063</id><published>2010-01-26T16:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:12:15.326-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Aubrey is a happy girl</title><content type='html'>A year ago, Aubrey got braces.  Here's what the poor girl looked like then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S19nsqa934I/AAAAAAAACOA/qnlglojqD5c/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S19nsqa934I/AAAAAAAACOA/qnlglojqD5c/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431173692631408514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got the braces off today!  Yes, she's quite happy.  Here's what she looks like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S19nsG2bQ7I/AAAAAAAACN4/ika8sFBG2aY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S19nsG2bQ7I/AAAAAAAACN4/ika8sFBG2aY/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431173683082904498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have to go back in a week for her retainer and some spacers which will be glued in for a year and a half to two years while we wait for the rest of her adult teeth to come in.  Then she gets to undergo another round of braces.  Yes, this is only the end of phase 1.  Her teeth were so messed up that it was affecting her jaw growth, so they needed to go ahead and do something NOW to stop them from affecting her growth, and to allow the rest of her teeth to come in better, which will hopefully mean a short phase 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kora is the only one not 100% happy though.  She's happy for her sister, but she knows that this means it's her turn now.  She goes in for the initial visit on February 22, and we'll schedule B-day (brace day) for her then.  She's really thrilled, lemme tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4784773523079465063?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4784773523079465063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4784773523079465063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4784773523079465063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4784773523079465063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/aubrey-is-happy-girl.html' title='Aubrey is a happy girl'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S19nsqa934I/AAAAAAAACOA/qnlglojqD5c/s72-c/IMG_1937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6249951317328961087</id><published>2010-01-21T13:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:57:56.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Is the end in sight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt;, now 21 months old, has started telling us when she has dirtied her diaper, at least part of the time.  A couple of days ago, I came out of my room, and she ran up to me, saying, "Mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;.  Mama, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;."  This is, of course, short for shoo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;, the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my kids have potty trained early, and I don't really expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; to either.  I think you have to have an extremely motivated mother to train early, and that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;.  Shoot, when we are travelling, there are times I wished they all still wore diapers.  Any chance I could get some of those astronaut diapers for the 11 and 13 year old before our next trip to Grandma's house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it does make me realize that our diaper days are nearly done.  In the last 13 years, since we first became parents, we have had about 6-8 months of absolutely no diapers or pull-ups.  We've had short times when we'd had no one in diapers during the day, but even then we still had someone in a diaper or pull-up at night.  At one time, we had two in diapers 24/7 and another in pull-ups at night!  But after Lauryn potty-trained, we had a few months before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ashlynn&lt;/span&gt; was born when she needed nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think diapers will be something I miss about having very small children.  I KNOW a diaper bag will not be missed.  And I definitely won't miss the potty training once that is behind me (no pun intended  ;-)  ).    I think I will miss the puffy bottoms and the funny walk the diapers make toddlers have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-6249951317328961087?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6249951317328961087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6249951317328961087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6249951317328961087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6249951317328961087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-end-in-sight.html' title='Is the end in sight?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-3670192958002469611</id><published>2010-01-19T18:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:30:44.927-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Vanity Checked</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I found something that I had hoped I would never find, or at least not for another 10 years or so.   My.  First.  Grey.  Hair.  I'm NOT gonna cry.  No, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal to cry about this?  I've been holding back, but if everyone else does, I'll join in. ;-)   My husband has been searching my hair, hoping to find one for years, as he's been going grey for at least 10 years.  And I have several friends who had grey before they were 30.  But I really didn't think it would happen to me before 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, the past 11 months have been enough to turn every hair on my head grey, so I guess I should be thankful it is only one.  But I know they tend to multiply.  I guess I'm gonna have to start paying attention to the sales on hair color at CVS from now on.  I haven't even been clipping those coupons before, but that too is at an end.  Quick, someone tell me something to cheer me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-3670192958002469611?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3670192958002469611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=3670192958002469611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3670192958002469611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/3670192958002469611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/vanity-checked.html' title='Vanity Checked'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4598226104232107599</id><published>2010-01-18T11:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:07:24.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'>Review: If Mama Ain't Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S1Si6oBq3II/AAAAAAAACNw/Kd46eCbPycA/s1600-h/imapcover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S1Si6oBq3II/AAAAAAAACNw/Kd46eCbPycA/s320/imapcover.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428142578948824194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitraelmore.com/" mce_href="”http://www.anitraelmore.com/”"&gt;If Mama Ain’t Planning, 2010: Daily Devotional Planner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Format:&lt;/b&gt; e-book&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt; $9.99&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Available at: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitraelmore.com/" mce_href="”http://www.anitraelmore.com/ideas.html”"&gt;If Mama Ain’t Planning!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anitraelmore.com/sell.html" mce_href="”http://www.anitraelmore.com/sell.html”"&gt;Affiliate Program&lt;/a&gt; also available!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first of the year is often a time for reflection and changes made to our lives.  Just a brief glance through the sales ads will tell you that most people resolve to do two things this time of the year: get in shape and get organized.  Many Christians also decide to spend more time reading the Scriptures as well.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Mama Ain't Planning&lt;/span&gt; won't help you get in shape, but it could definitely help you with the other two!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is truly a neat little ebook.  It starts off with an overview of the Scriptures which will be the focus of each month of the following year.  Then there is a printable month calendar, suitable for putting on the refrigerator, for example.  The monthly calendar also has reminders of the focal Scriptures for the month as well as what she is encouraging the prayer focus to be.  For example, in January, the focus is on righteousness, so the verses and prayer focus is on that subject, praying for God to make us more like Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Following the monthly calendar are weekly calendars, again with the verses to read that week, as well as three other sections: "Must Do," "Might do," and "Menu."  There is ample room to write out the menu for the week here, as well as the priorities for the week, all in one spot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the beginning of each month, she has written a devotional on the theme of the month, for instance as I mentioned, January's is "If Mama Ain't Righteous."  In an easy style of one friend to another, she gets you thinking about how you as a wife and mother affect the rest of your family.  Remember the saying "If Mama Ain't Happy, then nobody's happy!"  Well, Anitra Elmore has taken the saying and applied it.  If Mama's not displaying a good attitude, not doing what she should, how can we expect our children to?  This, in essence is the theme of January.  The other months follow with themes such as wisdom, service, relationships, etc. throughout the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this is a neat little book, easy to use (you do have to have Adobe downloaded onto your computer to read and print it).  The pages are even pretty to look at.  The only negatives are very small ones.  the very nature of the ebook makes it so that you can't type onto them.  If you are a print it out and use it type of person this will be of no problem whatsoever.  If you are a strictly digital person, keeping everything on the computer, it might not be as useful to you, though you could still refer to the Scriptures and use the themes.  But really, this is a compilation of pages meant to be printed.  This does make it easier for the rest of the family to see, however.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only other downside, also a minor one, is that one or two of the "Spiritual Habits" that are encouraged each month may not sit well with all Christians, depending on their beliefs.  For instance, while the activity that is encouraged to become a habit in January is a regular, daily reading of the Bible, in February, the habit is regular fasting as the Lord leads.  Some of my friends and family would be uncomfortable with the idea of fasting.  However, if this isn't something you would disagree with, it is easily skipped.  So this is really a very minor issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are at all interested, Mrs. Elmore has a neat blog, called, of course, &lt;a href="http://www.ifmamaaint.com/"&gt;If Mama Ain't...&lt;/a&gt;  I hope you enjoy her book as much as I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is a review for MamaBuzz.  This product was provided for free for review purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4598226104232107599?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4598226104232107599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4598226104232107599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4598226104232107599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4598226104232107599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/review-if-mama-aint-planning.html' title='Review: If Mama Ain&apos;t Planning'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S1Si6oBq3II/AAAAAAAACNw/Kd46eCbPycA/s72-c/imapcover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-4310734304924409691</id><published>2010-01-15T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:20:43.766-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of the Mouths of Babes'/><title type='text'>Conversations with a 5 year old</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, Lauryn was explaining something very obvious to her older sisters.  And they, thinking they were being smart, asked her sarcastically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, Lauryn, how did you think of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Lauryn very smugly replied, "My brain helped me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-4310734304924409691?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4310734304924409691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=4310734304924409691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4310734304924409691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/4310734304924409691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversations-with-5-year-old.html' title='Conversations with a 5 year old'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6427567260908836956</id><published>2010-01-13T19:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:03:54.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Images from the Sleepover</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night, we hosted six extra girls, aged 11-14 for a sleepover in celebration of her 13th birthday.  That's a whole lot of estrogen.  But they had fun.  A couple of them even slept a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S051ktoQoDI/AAAAAAAACM4/wHywpqUGXXU/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S051ktoQoDI/AAAAAAAACM4/wHywpqUGXXU/s320/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426403874612224050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S051lDflHWI/AAAAAAAACNA/41lRzE1pRJg/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S051lDflHWI/AAAAAAAACNA/41lRzE1pRJg/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426403880481398114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S051lTo7jbI/AAAAAAAACNI/-neZfibxTWw/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S051mBgMt9I/AAAAAAAACNY/ah9aS1iSGOI/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426403897126991826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S053TnHM1-I/AAAAAAAACNo/PfoslZYDIrg/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S053TnHM1-I/AAAAAAAACNo/PfoslZYDIrg/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426405779828430818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S053TVueDFI/AAAAAAAACNg/brpXFrPo514/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S053TVueDFI/AAAAAAAACNg/brpXFrPo514/s320/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426405775161298002" 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/706228562873668290-6427567260908836956?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6427567260908836956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6427567260908836956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6427567260908836956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6427567260908836956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/images-from-sleepover.html' title='Images from the Sleepover'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/S051ktoQoDI/AAAAAAAACM4/wHywpqUGXXU/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-2742066705920729959</id><published>2010-01-10T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:38:14.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>So school starts back up at the Smith Academy tomorrow after a three week break.  But I think I need a week off from my break.  I almost always over fill time off from school with projects around the house.  Besides celebrating Christmas with our family, here's some of what I've been up to the past three weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course, putting up all the Christmas decorations and getting my house back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning out the cabinet in our water closet, where most of our medications, first aid stuff, and other necessities are stored.  Had to throw out LOTS of expired stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out and organized three baskets in master closet that hold all the toiletries I have gotten for free/almost free/more than free from CVS and/or Walgreens.   No joke I have about 10 bottles of shampoo and conditioner, at least that many bottles of body wash, and about 8-10 sets of razors (some male, some female), 6 bottles of hair mousse, and a whole lot of other stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out all three girls' closets, reorganizing some of the toys.  We also did some toy shuffling in order to encourage sisters to play together more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out our nightstands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had the girls clean out the game cabinet and art/craft cabinet.  I refuse to touch them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out and organized our deep freezer - this has needed it badly for quite a while!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out and scrubbed the fridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out the "catch-all" drawer in the kitchen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaned out and organized the garage - again, something that has been looooooong over due.  This also necessitated a trip to our hazardous trash drop off with about 3 boxes full of out of date pesticides or paint cans that were rusted out as well as a trip to Goodwill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving all our 2009 financial stuff into long term storage and shredding the financial stuff from 8 years ago.  At least since I've been doing a better job keeping up with this task - and not keeping so much non-essential stuff - the job isn't&lt;a href="http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2007/01/mission-filing-cabinet.html"&gt; as big as it used to be&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Printed out and organized our history/geography/literature curriculum, &lt;a href="http://www.tapestryofgrace.com/index.php"&gt;Tapestry of Grace&lt;/a&gt;, for the next semester.  I hadn't bought it yet when I did this back in the summer, so I had to do it now or be faced with lots of work every week this semester.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went clearance shopping - already have a few things for next Christmas!  And some purty new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got the sewing machines and supplies ready for my three oldest to start their sewing classes tomorrow.  A friend from church is teaching two levels of sewing classes in her home this semester.  Brynna (8yo) will be taking the hand sewing class while Kora and Aubrey get to use the machines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also had to go buy something to use in my Christmas present.  But what that was will be in another post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kept my niece and nephew for two days while my BIL had surgery.  On New Year's Eve, no less.  While others got champagne, he had to stick with percoset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also hosted the dessert portion of a progressive dinner for the adults in our church on New Year's Day.  That was so much fun.  While we love our kids and enjoy having them with us at church events, it was nice to get to fellowship with everyone not having to keep half an ear out for the kiddos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also hosted a sleepover for about 6 of Kora's (and Aubrey's) closest friends in honor of &lt;a href="http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-feared-word-in-english-language.html"&gt;Kora turning 13&lt;/a&gt;.  Though why they call it a "sleep"over, I have no idea, as almost no sleeping went on at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helped Kelly recover from an excruciating root canal.  Or just bugged him, not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of course, there was the normal first-of-the-month grocery shopping and the normal cooking and cleaning, laundry, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Phew!  Sometimes it is good to look back at a list like that.  It's easy as a mom to feel like you never accomplish anything to completion.  After all, no matter how great a meal you make, those pesky people you live with will still expect to eat again tomorrow.  But it is nice to feel that sense of accomplishment, especially when something that has been bugging you for a long time - like my deep freezer and the garage - is taken care of.  It helps me be able to concentrate on school with the kids without the nagging feeling of all the other stuff I need to do as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has left me tired.  Like I said, I need a break from my break!  Maybe teaching phonics will even sound good tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-2742066705920729959?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2742066705920729959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=2742066705920729959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2742066705920729959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/2742066705920729959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-1701299897456826694</id><published>2010-01-05T18:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:48:46.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder</title><content type='html'>I know I've been rather quiet this Christmas season.  I try to keep my blog upbeat and positive, so when things get hard, I usually revert to the "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" mantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really catastrophic has happened.  Not only has it been a busy Christmas season  - as normal - but several things have combined to make it a difficult one.  Obviously it was the first Christmas without Kelly's mom.  We also have three of the girls' birthdays in November and December, again the first without her.  It hurts that she never got to see any of them make it to be teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had our shares of illnesses, misadventures, and an unexpected root canal during this time.  Kelly's been really suffering with this tooth, and even after the root canal, it is still hurting him.  I tried really hard not to let my underlying feeling of gloom affect the kids and their Christmas time.  We kept all of our traditions - Advent readings and calendar, cookie baking, gift exchanges - and we had a great time with both sides of the extended family.  The girls seem to all appreciate and enjoy their gifts, so I hope they don't remember this year in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't start back to school this week.  I like to take 3 weeks off at Christmas, with the first week in January being one of them.  I need a week to organize, straighten, rearrange, and prepare for the next semester.  I think the activity is helping.  It definitely makes me happy to see things cleaned out and organized!  The two older girls and I cleaned out most of the garage this afternoon, something that needed doing badly!  But more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas, and are ready for the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-1701299897456826694?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1701299897456826694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=1701299897456826694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1701299897456826694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/1701299897456826694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-8448191798050789615</id><published>2009-12-30T07:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:31:33.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family doings'/><title type='text'>The Most Feared Word in the English Language: TEENAGER</title><content type='html'>That's right, as of today, a teenager lives in my house. Even weirder, I gave birth to her. Our oldest daughter, Kora, in turning 13 today! What a bittersweet milestone. The title notwithstanding, Kora is actually a wonderful daughter and a joy to have in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kora is very musically talented, and loves horses. In some ways she's still a little girl, but other days I get glimpses of the woman she will become. When I think that she has only a few more years in our household, it scares me to death. There's so much I want to teach her, and I can't imagine the house without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, what I want to know is who gave her permission to go from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtEsGELkI/AAAAAAAACMw/GOL0biO9Kxw/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtEsGELkI/AAAAAAAACMw/GOL0biO9Kxw/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835397561495106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtER4LTTI/AAAAAAAACMo/TcVC0NxPgp8/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtER4LTTI/AAAAAAAACMo/TcVC0NxPgp8/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835390523919666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtENRIqZI/AAAAAAAACMg/sK2KIelFKOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtENRIqZI/AAAAAAAACMg/sK2KIelFKOQ/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835389286427026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtDmhH5lI/AAAAAAAACMY/0cqR16jcMfk/s1600-h/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtDmhH5lI/AAAAAAAACMY/0cqR16jcMfk/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835378884503122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtDdVTYbI/AAAAAAAACMQ/GAS-kMUPOiM/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtDdVTYbI/AAAAAAAACMQ/GAS-kMUPOiM/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420835376419004850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday, Kora!  Thank you for making me a mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-8448191798050789615?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8448191798050789615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=8448191798050789615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8448191798050789615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/8448191798050789615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-feared-word-in-english-language.html' title='The Most Feared Word in the English Language: TEENAGER'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SzqtEsGELkI/AAAAAAAACMw/GOL0biO9Kxw/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706228562873668290.post-6463006402999889762</id><published>2009-12-22T14:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:47:44.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Sometimes you can't escape THOSE conversations even when you only have 2 of your kids with you...</title><content type='html'>I had to take Ashlynn and Brynna to our family doctor today for check-ups.  I left the others at home with our oldest, who is now old enough to watch them for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentleman walked in after we had been there for a few minutes, checked in, then sat on the other side of Ashlynn from me.  He was smiling at her and talking to her.  Then he looks at me, then at Brynna who was sitting on the other side of me from Ashlynn, and asked me, "So how'd you manage that?  A red head and a blonde?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I've got a couple of brunettes at home, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: You mean you have FOUR kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, I have 6.  I also have another red head and another blonde at home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him (with his eyes bugging out of his head):  You have SIX kids?  You need to teach your husband what a television is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare reply to that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  You really have 6 kids?  You don't look old enough to have six.  How old are you, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Older than I look, evidently.  [No joke, I actually get this a lot.]  My oldest is 13 and this (pointing to Ashlynn) is the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Six, hmm.  (Silence for a couple of minutes.)  Are any of them adopted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, laughing: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  Did your husband have some already when you married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, figuring this guy isn't going to give it up: No.  I had all of them.  I'm 36 and had my first when I was 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: You're 36?!?  No way you look 36!  (Turns to the 3 other people in the waiting room) Do you think she looks 36?  I just turned 60!  (Not sure what this had to do with anything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: So, you had all of them yourself?  Thirty-six and already have 6 kids.  Are you trying to set some sort of record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No.  We just like kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brynna pipes up here: Especially girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, laughing: Yeah, they're all girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:  ALL GIRLS?  I can't even imagine having 6 kids, let alone 6 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to tell me a funny story he had heard from a Christian comedian about dating.  I also notice that the tattoo on his arm says something about God on it.  Then he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I like kids, too.  I drive a school bus and it's the best job I've had in my whole life.  You know what the Bible calls children, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: It calls them blessings.  And you've been blessed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yes, I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706228562873668290-6463006402999889762?l=smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6463006402999889762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706228562873668290&amp;postID=6463006402999889762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6463006402999889762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706228562873668290/posts/default/6463006402999889762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithacademyforgirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-you-cant-escape-those.html' title='Sometimes you can&apos;t escape THOSE conversations even when you only have 2 of your kids with you...'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00664895690600282835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-s_BNqrEg0/SKjGNleAzrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/eZecmFWD3tA/S220/Tami+and+Ashlynn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
