tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22521574502115734802024-02-07T08:10:07.241-05:00Merrily Musing MomBeing a mom has been the greatest blessing--and challenge!--of my life thus far. Welcome to my merry musings on being Mommy, Mom, and Mama to five beautiful children, given to me by God through the miracles of adoption and birth. Stay as long as you like, and come back often!Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-679992477218795022013-12-28T17:41:00.000-05:002013-12-28T17:41:26.960-05:00From Jonestown, With LoveOur dear friend, Paula Kissinger, created these one-of-a-kind gifts for our children this year. Thank you so much, Paula, for your love and creativity! These photos are for you!<br />
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-7085967302172379292013-12-28T17:34:00.003-05:002013-12-28T17:34:42.126-05:00From Iquique, With LoveMy sister Stephanie and her family are missionaries in Iquique, Chile. They sent back some gifts with our parents after their trip to Chile in November. Thanks, Garcia family, for thinking of us! These photos are for you!<div>
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Dave says his favorite part of Christmas morning is watching the kids open their stockings. I hate wrapping those little gifts, but the joy of seeing the kids dig in and find their little gems is worth the hours of labor. :)<br />
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This year Sophia sort of got the idea of opening gifts...after she chucked a few across the room, that is. Overall, however, she did seem to remember what we do on Christmas morning, and wasn't quite so overwhelmed as the last couple of years. Hard to believe this was her third Christmas with us already!<br />
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One of our children was missing again this year. This is Jonathan's second year in a residential treatment facility over Christmas. Dave and I were able to visit with him the Saturday before Christmas and give him a couple of gifts. We continue to pray that God will heal his mind and heart and that someday, he will be able to enjoy Christmas with the family again.Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-69998902517062665072013-12-28T17:14:00.001-05:002013-12-28T17:15:25.711-05:00Christmas 2013, Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of our annual traditions is the opening of one gift on Christmas Eve...new Christmas pajamas. And, of course, the requisite photo must be taken in the pajamas in front of the tree. This year I didn't try to be matchy-matchy with everyone, much to Sabastian's relief. And, of course, I couldn't get all of them looking in one direction, either, so thus, two photos to share with you. Sigh. Maybe one of these Christmases...<br />
<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-3646954182394269832013-12-26T22:02:00.000-05:002013-12-26T22:02:16.547-05:00Christmas 2013, Part 1It's hard to believe that we are at the end of 2013 already! I have been a neglectful blogger this year...but I have plans for this blog in the new year, so stay tuned!<br />
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This Christmas was a blessed one, yet again. For the second year in a row Dave is unemployed at the end of the year, yet we have seen God's grace so clearly and freely given to us. Every gift under our tree was given to us by a friend, family member, or total stranger this year. I bought the items that filled their stockings, as is our tradition, but the gifts were blessings from God given through others. As I mentioned on Facebook on Christmas day, the lessons learned through our times of unemployment could not have been learned any other way, and the blessings from those lessons are worth more then any job. Praise the Lord! God has been working in our lives in very specific ways this year (which is a blog post unto itself!) and we are so thankful!<br />
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One of our special friends is Nancy. We met at church and she just adopted our family as her own. She has been such a blessing to us in so many ways. When Nathaniel said he wanted to make cut out cookies and gingerbread men this Christmas, I knew Nancy, as a former home economics teacher, would love to help us out. We enjoyed a fun morning together, and Nathaniel was in his glory. We might have a future chef on our hands!<br />
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-79794027335076220332013-07-13T23:11:00.000-04:002013-07-13T23:11:17.615-04:00Mid-Summer (Almost!) Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In four days, this handsome young man and I will be boarding an airplane bound for Santiago, Chile, Lord willing. If you were to ask me about my summer agenda a couple of months ago, my answer would not have included a trip to South America, but God had other plans. Thanks to the prayers and generosity of many friends and family, God provided for Benjamin and me to take this trip in order to serve the Lord in various ways, including in service teaching at my high school alma mater, Santiago Christian Academy. It is Benjamin's first time in an airplane, and he is excited to be spending time with his cousins in Chile. It is really the highlight of his summer vacation, but he has also enjoyed swimming in our little backyard pool and studying the various species of ants in our yard.<br />
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This young man just returned from a week of camp at Camp Conquest in Lancaster County. He has been attending camp there since he was in second or third grade, and this was his last opportunity to be a camper, due to his age. He has worked a lot this summer in a variety of jobs, and has graciously taken his dear old parents on "dates" to the movies with his earnings. While I'm in Chile, he will be attending a basketball camp at Messiah College and helping his grandparents care for his younger two siblings. I think all in all, it's been a good summer thus far for Sabastian!</div>
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Nathaniel has another hole in his head, as he lost his second tooth just last week! He is enjoying his backyard swimming pool, too, and has learned to hold his breath under water and swim around with his goggles on. I'm going to miss this little guy while I'm in Chile, as he tells me several times a day, "I love you, Mommy." We are working on writing his loooong name and reviewing his letters and sounds in anticipation of kindergarten at our home school in the fall.</div>
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And then there's Sophia. Home for two years earlier this summer, she is growing and maturing, albeit at her own sweet pace! Hopefully she will be as excited as this when she realizes she is spending almost three weeks at her grandparents' home beginning this Tuesday! She amuses herself in a variety of ways during the day, but truly loves to be out and about with the family. She is much more interested at being outside these days, and we have to watch that she doesn't run out into the road before she gets into the house after disembarking the van! She certainly keeps us on our toes!</div>
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And as for my sweet hubby, he will be holding down the fort and working hard to meet the needs of our family. His job is going well, but is very physically demanding, especially in the heat we've been having. I'm very thankful for Dave and his commitment to me and the kids. Lord willing, he will be visiting our oldest son, Jonathan, while I'm away. It will be the first time Jonathan has sat down and talked with one of us face to face in almost a year. It will be good for both of them.</div>
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Many thanks to my dear friend and sister in Christ, Naomi Atkins, for taking these lovely photos of our family earlier this summer. You can find her and her partner's work on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/InspiredandEnchantedPhotography" target="_blank">Facebook</a> or their <a href="http://www.inspiredandenchantedphotographyblog.com/" target="_blank">blog</a>. We highly recommend them! Happy rest of the summer to all!</div>
Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-16854650931114663822013-06-06T22:01:00.000-04:002013-06-06T22:01:06.928-04:00Our 2013 Summer Bucket ListOur last day of home schooling for the year, and Sabastian's last day of school, was Friday. So, Monday was our official first day of summer vacation! To celebrate, we made our Summer Bucket List of activities that we would like to try and do during the course of the summer. I found the idea at <a href="http://www.123homeschool4me.com/2013/04/107-must-do-kids-activities-for-your.html" target="_blank">this site</a> and we printed the list and got to work choosing our summer fun. We actually checked off most of the ideas on the list, and then added a few of our own. Monday evening we went to the store and picked up a few cheap items to help us accomplish some items on our list, like water guns, a small pool, and a few pool noodles (the latter of which is not for what you might think!).<br />
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On Tuesday, we were able to check off swimming (in our little kiddie pool, but who cares?) and water guns. I'm sure they will actually be almost daily occurrences when the weather cooperates. On Wednesday, we checked off strawberry picking and play date with friends at the park. We have been super blessed with wonderfully cool weather for summer the last couple of days, which made it very nice to be outside. Here are some photos from our adventures!<br />
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-8894197848587876862013-05-05T17:10:00.000-04:002013-05-05T17:10:20.006-04:00First KissToday she gave me my first kiss...ever...almost two years after we became mother and daughter. It came as many of her "firsts" have...suddenly, unexpectedly, blink and you miss it. It gave me hope for other "firsts" we have yet to see and hear. Interestingly, she kissed my cheek while holding the little white dress her foster mother had her dressed in the <a href="http://www.oursilkroad.blogspot.com/2011/06/gotcha-day.html" target="_blank">day she became ours forever</a>. Makes me wonder what she remembers...hopefully someday she will be able to tell me...another "first". But today, she gave me my first kiss.<br />
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-23348125291626808062013-03-24T08:55:00.001-04:002013-03-24T08:55:44.892-04:00In Memoriam...Rushing Russia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last night a beloved member of our family passed away. Russia (a Russian hamster...thus the name!) was a part of our family for almost two years. Russia "belonged" to Benjamin; she was his first real pet, aside from our family cats. She was a spur of the moment purchase one evening as Benjamin and I were perusing Pet Smart, as she reminded me of my beloved childhood hamster, Hammy. She was an albino, just like he was, and, like Hammy, she loved to climb the walls of her cage and try to cross the top upside down. She earned her nickname, "Rushing Russia", because she loved to run on her wheel--and run through the house on her myriad escapee adventures! She lived to the average age of hamsters, and in people years, was over 70 years old. (That last piece of information, garnered from the internet, really seemed to put her death into perspective for Benjamin.) We all loved little Russia, and she will be greatly missed.<br />
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Dear Benjamin,<br />
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Today, on your 8th birthday, I wanted to tell you how special you are and how much you are loved. You were our first miracle baby, a total surprise after we were told by many doctors that we would be unable to have biological children. Every day you amaze us with your ingenuity, creativity, sincerity, and compassion for others. Daddy and I pray that you will never lose that boyish enthusiasm for life or the compassionate servant's heart that God has given you. Your goals for life right now include building churches around the world for missionaries to be able to share about Jesus, and building cities so that everyone can have a home to live in that is inexpensive to maintain. You want everyone to have enough food and shelter. Your heart amazes me. I can't wait to see what God's plans for your life include! I love that you still want to snuggle with your mama, and every once and awhile, you still pick up that dingy white favorite blankie and take it to bed with you. You love your brothers and sister, and you enjoy helping around the house, especially with the laundry. And you always remind me when I forget to give you your $2 allowance! You enjoy ink pen drawing (you are constantly designing new cities!) and playing your weekend video game time. But your most favorite activity would be building things, and this year, we hope to help you do more of that!<br />
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You are a special young man, and I love you so much. Trust in the Lord with all your heart, Benjamin, and He will direct your paths!<br />
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Today is our oldest son's 18th birthday. When we first met Jonathan, he was 6 years old...almost 7. My how time has flown by! Jonathan is a senior in high school this year and doing well by all accounts. He has taken up crocheting in his spare time, as well as reading and listening to music.<br />
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The following post was written on December 26. I didn't post it then, but for those who are interested, you can read it now. It pertains to Jonathan. It is entitled, "When Love is Not Enough".<br />
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I've been mulling over this post for quite some time now. It's hard to put it into words, but I know someone, somewhere, needs to read this. You see, sometimes, love just is not enough.<br />
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Yesterday was a happy day at our house, filled with love, joy, gifts, good food, and family. Except for one. You see, our oldest son, who turns 18 in just a few short days, will not be in any of our Christmas pictures this year. He does not live with us right now, and hasn't for over three months. The reality is, he may never live with us again, but most certainly not for at least a year. Out of respect for his privacy, I won't go into detail here about the why, but he is in a residential treatment program. Prior to that, he spent three weeks in juvenile detention. Prior to that, he and his choices wrecked havoc on our family for 9 months of 2012. Harsh? Maybe, but it's the truth.<br />
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What's also true is that I love my son very much. He became a part of our family when he was six years old. For almost 11 years we loved him and taught him and guided him and loved him some more. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to break the hold his past has on his heart and spirit. We don't know exactly what has a hold on him, but we know he and his biological brother are what are called in the adoption world, "wounded children". There are many books written on how to "love the wounded child" and "parent the wounded child". But sometimes, love is not enough.<br />
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We went to visit our son yesterday with my parents, his grandparents. We drove 45 minutes one way to the facility only to be "refused" by our son. He has rights, too, you know, and his refusal to have contact with us is his trump card right now. But we wanted him to know that we loved him, and so we made the trip anyway, in hopes that maybe, he would change his mind. But he didn't. And it was hard. Very hard. For sometimes, love is not enough.<br />
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Where am I going with this post? I don't know. Except to say that adoption and parenting, and especially adoption parenting, is tough. Sometimes, really tough. But even if our son chooses to never see us again, I believe that he was placed in our lives for a reason. I also believe that we have loved him the best way that we knew how, and it was our love that pushed for him to have this one last chance before "adulthood" to get help for his wounded heart. Will he understand that one day? I hope so. But for now, we face the reality that sometimes, our love is not enough.<br />
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Last Sunday, Sophia's class made these really neat angel wings out of paper plates. They actually have elastics where the arms go through so they can be worn for dressing up. Of course, Sophia wasn't really into them at all, but Nathaniel was! He wanted to try them on right away, so I took some photos by our Christmas tree of our little angel. Enjoy!</div>
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-62587702025173832122012-12-20T00:00:00.000-05:002012-12-20T00:00:10.891-05:00Happy 5th Birthday, Sophia!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our beautiful Taiwanese princess turns 5 years old today! We are so proud of all of her accomplishments in the past year. She started school almost a year ago, and loves it! She has made progress with the use of her right hand and arm after two rounds of botox and occupational therapy. She is making more and more vocalizations which every now and then approximate words. She is even "singing" at times, which we love to hear, and she has recently started Music Therapy which she really enjoys. She loves her Sunday School and Word of Life classes at church, and her favorite toys are her baby dolls and her grocery cart--which she pushes through the house at breakneck speeds! Sophia brings us much joy and we can't wait to see what next year brings!Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-45566877198399547402012-11-10T15:12:00.004-05:002012-11-10T15:12:59.290-05:00What's Missing?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-51630111285779362532012-11-02T21:10:00.001-04:002012-11-02T21:22:07.783-04:00Gettysburg Field TripLast Friday (which seems like eons ago what with the craziness of this week's storm!), Benjamin and I went on a field trip to Gettysburg, PA. We had planned this trip for awhile with my sisters and their home schooled children. Both of my sisters live overseas most of the time, so cramming U.S. History information and trips was a priority for them these last several months. I happen to love visiting Gettysburg, but had not been there since the new visitor's center was completed. So I was more than happy to introduce Benjamin to the Battle of Gettysburg.<br />
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After a quick stop for breakfast, we started our day at the new Visitor's Center and Museum. It was AWESOME! The movie they show was fantastic...so well done. It prepared you perfectly for the layout of the museum and what you were going to experience as you walked through the labyrinth of exhibits. From the movie we went to the Cyclorama of Pickett's Charge. If you have never seen this, it is so worth the trip! There are only two of these 360 degree paintings left in our country. They used to travel with these paintings around the country before motion pictures and television in order to show people the scenes of famous battles and such. That in and of itself was an education for our kiddos!<br />
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When we returned from our tour (2 1/2 hours...well worth it!) we took a quick trip to the cemetery where Abraham Lincoln gave his Gettysburg Address. All of the cousins know that we are related to Abraham Lincoln (actually one of his brothers) so they have a strong affinity for our 16th president. The day was coming to an end as we quietly walked through the cemetery, looking at the hundreds of headstones representing men and women who gave their lives for our freedom throughout the history of our great nation. <br />
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I was struck again by all of the "Unknown" engravings on headstones in the section of the cemetery dedicated to those who fought and died in the Battle of Gettysburg. Each one of them represents a family who never learned the fate of their loved one. I can't even imagine that.<br />
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I couldn't help but think about the historic times in which we live today, and how we are on the eve of a very important election which has the potential of determining the future fate of our great land as I revisited the life and times leading up to the Great Civil War. Of course a lot has changed since then, but in other ways, I can't help but feel that we have not learned the lessons that we should have as a nation. I can only hope and pray that, in the words of President Lincoln, those "<span style="font-family: inherit;">dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">P.S. You can check out my sister's post on our trip here: </span><a href="http://www.garcias2chile.blogspot.com/2012/10/gettysburg.html">http://www.garcias2chile.blogspot.com/2012/10/gettysburg.html</a></div>
Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-78674054555306489682012-10-23T23:00:00.000-04:002012-10-23T23:00:09.686-04:00Making ApplesauceAfter picking 150 pounds of apples, and tripping over them for over a week (seriously...Sophia must have run into them a few times a day!!), it was time to make our applesauce! Last year, we had the help of Dave's parents which made the process go much faster, but this year, we were on our own. We set up our assembly line, and away we went! It took the good part of a day (can anyone say "Home Ec" for homeschoolers?), but we ended up with around 50 quarts of yummy applesauce and a couple of gallons of juice. Yum!!<br />
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<br /><br /><br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-32245387959928351682012-10-20T19:05:00.001-04:002012-10-20T19:43:27.990-04:00Apple Picking 2012Many months ago, we sadly ate the last of our applesauce from last fall. We had frozen about 20 quarts or so, and ate it sparingly, but it was oh, so good! So it was with great anticipation that we set out to pick apples again this fall at our local <a href="http://sycamorespringorchard.com/" target="_blank">Sycamore Spring Orchard.</a> This time, we took along the "big pickers" as Dave and Sabastian joined in on the fun. We ended up with 150 pounds of apples--more than twice what we picked last year--in about half an hour. Once again we picked <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empire_(apple)" target="_blank">Empire</a> apples, a hybrid that, picked at the perfect time, makes a pink, sweet applesauce with no extra sugar. For fun, you can compare last year's photos with this year's photos by clicking here: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2252157450211573480#editor/target=post;postID=1531916021764590612" target="_blank">Apple Picking 2011</a>. Last year, Sophia wasn't walking yet, and sat in her stroller the whole time, wailing...thus no pictures of her! This year, though, she helped us out!!<br />
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-56032910547599361832012-10-07T18:26:00.000-04:002012-10-20T19:46:19.335-04:00Happy 15th Birthday, Sabastian!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A few days after celebrating a 5th birthday, we celebrated a 15th birthday in our home! As usual, we celebrated over a few days, with cake and ice cream one day for both October birthdays, and then lunch at Arooga's another day for one of Sabastian's favs...chicken wings! We are so proud of the young man that Sabastian is becoming. While he's all of a 15 year old boy (smile!), he is sensitive to instruction and truly has a heart for the Lord. We pray that he will continue to grow in grace and the knowledge of His Lord and Savior!</div>
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-53576424518906907442012-10-02T20:43:00.000-04:002012-10-02T20:43:33.688-04:00Happy 5th Birthday, Nathaniel!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Five years ago today I was blessed with the birth of our youngest son, Nathaniel. He has brought lots of fun and joy to our home, and certainly keeps us on our toes! His sensitive spirit and loving heart mean so much to me. He can test the boundaries with the best of them, but under it all he has a great big heart.<br />
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Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-33647724857585794522012-09-01T22:09:00.002-04:002012-09-01T22:09:41.292-04:00Little Mama<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sophia loves her doll babies. She carries them around the house and pushes them in her grocery cart. She has a variety of skin tones represented in her dolls, and she seems to love them all pretty much the same. I often wonder, though, what is going through her little mind when she looks at her dolls.</td></tr>
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-67698884593979659452012-08-31T16:08:00.000-04:002012-08-31T16:08:11.838-04:00First Day of School<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Monday was our first day of school around these here parts. Even my ninth grader (sort of) humored me by holding a sign with his grade for the year. Of course he then needed his "cool" photo, too. Sophia technically started her preschool back in January, but a new year started earlier this month, so we tried to get her in on the photo action. She didn't cooperate too well for Daddy, but later was content to push her sign around in her grocery cart...whatever works!<br />
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I am homeschooling Benjamin and Nathaniel, and so far we have completed a full five days, getting everything done that I had planned. That's an accomplishment around here! Sabastian is attending Blue Mountain Christian School again this year and is excited about being in high school (I think!). Not pictured is Jonathan who is technically a senior this year, but is currently working until some issues are worked out regarding his schooling and such for the year. So, there you have it...here's to a successful year of school!!Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-54746303175056634472012-08-23T16:31:00.001-04:002012-08-23T16:31:57.297-04:00Making Beautiful Music Together<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
My youngest two are only 2 1/2 months apart in age, but years apart developmentally. However, one thing they have in common is their love of music. Nathaniel has been asking for piano lessons for quite some time, and loves to "play" on our piano and makes up lyrics to songs that usually include "don't lie or you will die" and "Jesus lives forever". Whenever Sophia hears him composing on the piano, she runs over and stands next to him, waiting for someone to put her up on the bench with him. One of my favorite photos of her from Taiwan was one where she was sitting on the piano bench watching her teenage foster sister play. Maybe, someday, Sophia will find her voice through music. Meanwhile, Nathaniel is very happy to share his.</div>
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I took this photo earlier this summer. I just love these boys! Even from the back you can tell they are brothers...gotta love the backwards pajama top!! (I'm afraid it's going to come true...he's a cutie and a lover boy, even at four years old!)Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-67700945272930185722012-08-10T16:25:00.000-04:002012-08-10T16:25:22.399-04:00Just Because<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2252157450211573480.post-87627796394883076902012-08-08T12:52:00.000-04:002012-08-08T12:52:30.534-04:00Olympian ClubBenjamin had the privilege of joining our church's Word of Life Olympian Club this past year since he was a big first grader. Every Wednesday night he would go and enjoy a Bible lesson, game time, and fellowship with other kids and their awesome leaders. In addition, he would work on his Quiet Time Workbook, a workbook that had him reading and interacting with God's Word every day, and memorizing Bible verses and even the names of the books of the Bible. There were also times when he would do some Christian Service activities, read designated books and do a book report, and participate in fun extra activities during the year.<br />
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Benjamin and many of his friends worked very hard to complete all of the activities required by Word of Life to reach the gold level of participation in his first year of Olympian Clubs. He was rewarded with certificates along the way for bronze and silver, but for gold, he received a shiny gold medal and recognition in front of the entire church. Here are some photos of that day in June...he was so proud of himself and his accomplishment, as well he should be. We just pray that God's Word will take seed in his heart, put down deep roots, and be his guide for the rest of his life. Way to go, Benjamin!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor Tim bestowing the gold medal...hard to capture from a distance, unfortunately!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Proud of his accomplishment!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So many kids worked hard this year to reach the gold level!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A better picture of his medal...</td></tr>
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<br />Terri Fisherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06296936438817483339noreply@blogger.com2