<?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-1377161634289332982</id><updated>2011-11-13T09:49:12.103-08:00</updated><category term='My girls'/><title type='text'>A Family from Fishers</title><subtitle type='html'>We are one husband, one wife, two daughters, one son, and one red dog living the suburban dream.  We love being together and serving Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4236745433169067691</id><published>2011-02-09T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:48:11.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions, Marriage Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXtZ0t-bf8/TVRq0F4guTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9GbWxs0aMqk/s1600/DONE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572196082129090866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXtZ0t-bf8/TVRq0F4guTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9GbWxs0aMqk/s320/DONE.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sweet friend of a friend posted this to her blog and I thought it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How long have you been married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 years on April 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How long have you been together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18 years June 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Where did you go on your first date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First date alone was Peking Inn for Chinese and then the movie So I Dated and Axe Murderer (still one of our top 10 faves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where did you go on your latest date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had lunch together at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; two weeks ago. We're KER-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RAZYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What's you anniversary date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Where where you married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;St Luke's United Methodist in Carmel, IN by my brother in law, Todd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and renewed our vows this past April 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at East 91st St Christian Church (again by Todd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What was your favorite wedding gift and from whom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two things : One was my canister set for my dishes from my friend Natalie that I nannied for. They were really expensive and I did NOT expect to get them. The other was a hair cutting kit from our crazy friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vojin&lt;/span&gt;. We registered for it partly as a joke and he got it for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Where did you honeymoon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disney World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What food do you now like because of your spouse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What type of music do you like because of your spouse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pet Shop Boys, Moody Blues and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Depeche&lt;/span&gt; Mode. And also Reggae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What TV program do you like now because of your spouse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;History channel documentaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What is your favorite PG rated activity to do together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date nights at home where he cooks dinner and we watch a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Last gift you bought your spouse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Griswold family Christmas t shirt and a RAM &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brewhouse&lt;/span&gt; t shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Last gift they bought you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GLEE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Favorite thing about your spouse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know lots of people say this about their own spouse, but he really his the kindest man I've EVER met. He is VERY good at loving me and our children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Something you disagree about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never remembers to put the seat back after he drives my car. But of course, he's usually charged my cell and filled my gas tank, so it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Book that you both like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's cheesy, but the Bible. Other than that, not a single one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Favorite shared experience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Births of all our kids and our first Indy 500 win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. One thing you want to do together in the future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Retire early and travel the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What makes a marriage last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have to think that is different for every couple. For us, it's a foundation on Christ, a steadfast friendship, intimacy, trust, and humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out my friend Michelle's blog. She will inspire you in so many ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//imperfectlywonderfulworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/20-questions-marriage.html"&gt;http://http//imperfectlywonderfulworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/20-questions-marriage.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4236745433169067691?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4236745433169067691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4236745433169067691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4236745433169067691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4236745433169067691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2011/02/20-questions-marriage-style.html' title='20 Questions, Marriage Style'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qQXtZ0t-bf8/TVRq0F4guTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9GbWxs0aMqk/s72-c/DONE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7943285756888312976</id><published>2011-02-09T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:46:11.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year...six weeks later!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I've never said I'm good at the blogging thing. I am terribly impatient and struggle to sit in front of the computer very long. Couple that with not liking to write, and I'm NOT cut out for the blogging world. But, with that said, I have several friends and family that don't live close by that have said that this is a good way for them to stay abreast of our family's happenings. So even though I haven't done this since last fall, I will again attempt to post some fun times and get everyone caught up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Meg turned NINE. Yeah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; I know since I'm still in my mid 20's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The girls are halfway done with 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and 3rd grade. I volunteer at their school a lot and am  getting to know all the staff including the lunch ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Christmas was amazing and filled with blessings and precious memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Chip &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ganassi&lt;/span&gt; laid off my incredibly hard working and devoted husband after eight 1/2 years of loyal service to him without any warning and three days before Christmas. I hope Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ganassi&lt;/span&gt; doesn't die miserable and alone, with nothing but his money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We rang in the New Year with dear friends and Claire and Ian made it to midnight for the first time ever. Megan, the saint, put herself to bed at 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We got a guinea pig and Eric doesn't know if it was a birthday gift for Megan or if I was fulfilling my own childhood dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I decided to update my blog on a random Wednesday evening when everyone was in bed and I couldn't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now we're caught up! Here's a few pictures to go along with all that valuable info:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571916408517469826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhtjSiuWdWs/TVNsc8fapoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tVEx5U9MNw0/s320/Ian%2BNew%2BYears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571915228868739346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4N_Wjme9ZGM/TVNrYR9PgRI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gQrUEIIOo2g/s320/Ready%2Bfor%2Bbed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571913478315212978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gg-FquE8FWE/TVNpyYowgLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/wULk_CodHds/s320/girls%2Band%2BSnicker.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571912992355308690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yc2XR0UkwE/TVNpWGS41JI/AAAAAAAAAjc/4UcSl2TEPus/s320/Birthday%2Broclstar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7943285756888312976?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7943285756888312976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7943285756888312976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7943285756888312976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7943285756888312976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2011/02/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-yearsix.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year...six weeks later!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhtjSiuWdWs/TVNsc8fapoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tVEx5U9MNw0/s72-c/Ian%2BNew%2BYears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-6364708397723741273</id><published>2010-10-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:55:29.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, a bushel and a peck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK5Bm1dtc2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/RTjshzk5eno/s1600/Ian+hitching+a+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525425928272704354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK5Bm1dtc2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/RTjshzk5eno/s320/Ian+hitching+a+ride.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK4_aOGT9dI/AAAAAAAAAi8/8OWhezvhoHI/s1600/Heading+to+orchard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525423512523896274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK4_aOGT9dI/AAAAAAAAAi8/8OWhezvhoHI/s320/Heading+to+orchard.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK4_GG8X6vI/AAAAAAAAAi0/TcVUFU7AXgI/s1600/swingin%27+sisters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525423167005780722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK4_GG8X6vI/AAAAAAAAAi0/TcVUFU7AXgI/s320/swingin%27+sisters.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK4-tputkvI/AAAAAAAAAis/b_X6Xe1vLl4/s1600/Daddy+and+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525422746846991090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK4-tputkvI/AAAAAAAAAis/b_X6Xe1vLl4/s320/Daddy+and+kids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525422446141009730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK4-cJg0b0I/AAAAAAAAAik/Y4PCqom6y7o/s320/dirty+face.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525422180610306114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK4-MsVXcEI/AAAAAAAAAic/qqQ0C_U8a-Q/s400/apple+pickn%27+kids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     No one loves this time of year more than my oldest boy, Eric. He starts getting excited for fall about mid to late July when the humidity is so high that walking out your front door at 8 in the morning merits a shower. So, he packed us all up and took us to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tuttle&lt;/span&gt; Farms. This is the apple farm we've gone to as a family since Meg was ten months old. Unfortunately, this was probably our last year there. As they have grown, so have their prices. They now charge $3 a child just to play on their playground. So, we've spent $12 before we've even picked an apple! Since we were already there, we ponied up the dough and let our annual traditions proceed. They enjoyed all the usual stuff : the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hay bale&lt;/span&gt; maze, the swings, the pedal tractors, sandbox, and the llama. Megan has had a special connection to this less than charming creature since she was a toddler. You would have to be there to believe it, but I swear that animal remembers her each year. It is truly amazing the connection she has with animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     After the extortion, I mean playground time, we headed to the orchard. Another tradition we observe is the fight over who will pull the wagon. Megan has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conceded&lt;/span&gt; this battle to her brother and sister and left our more bullheaded children to duke it out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Inevitably&lt;/span&gt;, Ian wins when Claire realizes that the ground is not perfectly smooth and pulling the wagon may strain her delicate nature in some way. Ian is happy to comply and takes on the burden of the Radio &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;. Ten minutes later when they've all eaten their weight in apples and lost interest, we head to the gift shop for a treat and Daddy's apples. Yes, that's right folks, Eric doesn't buy the orchard apples. He opts for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Honeycrisp&lt;/span&gt;...the Holy Grail of apples. So, with our bellies full of apples, apple cider, cider &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slushies&lt;/span&gt;, and a few candy corn mixed in there somewhere, we head home to two week's worth of apple recipes. Happy Fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-6364708397723741273?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6364708397723741273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=6364708397723741273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6364708397723741273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6364708397723741273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-you-bushel-and-peck.html' title='I love you, a bushel and a peck!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TK5Bm1dtc2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/RTjshzk5eno/s72-c/Ian+hitching+a+ride.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-1132849856925248787</id><published>2010-10-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:44:03.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian goes back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TKeLCRsfkdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SYUBcdIW_Fo/s1600/Ian+first+day+of+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523536339219222994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TKeLCRsfkdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SYUBcdIW_Fo/s400/Ian+first+day+of+school.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523535983318465234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TKeKtj3I-tI/AAAAAAAAAiM/-V3u8VdYtYw/s320/Ian+with+sisters+in+his+1st+day+of+school.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523535651601132338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TKeKaQHkKzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/_dDinZ4WVto/s320/Playing+right+away.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523535280631631074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TKeKEqJizOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Hk3BOjJ091E/s320/Found+his+name+tag.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523534888534272626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TKeJt1eP6nI/AAAAAAAAAh0/qrhtnZvOF2c/s320/Can%27t+wait.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Well, I'm out of kids...two days a week, anyhow. Ian is back in preschool at East 91st Street God's Kids' preschool. It's at our church and this is our 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year there. Both girls started there as 1 1/2 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and graduated from Kindergarten also. And now Ian is following in their prestigious footsteps. Last year was a little rocky as his teacher changed frequently throughout the year. I was nervous about this year being the same and having to hear Ian whine all the way to school about not wanting to go and listening to him cry as I left him each week. Fortunately, he has two teachers that my girls had and they aren't going anywhere! He is in LOVE with school this year. It's so fun to take him when he can't wait to get there and is so happy he doesn't even turn to say goodbye. As painful as that should be, I find so much comfort in knowing he's learning in an environment where he is covered in prayer, loved, and taught about God's love for him. It helps that there's 6 boys in his class too, as opposed to last year only having one other boy. Ian is a man's man and likes to hang with the guys. And by hang I mean play trucks and beat the tar out of each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-1132849856925248787?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/1132849856925248787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=1132849856925248787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1132849856925248787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1132849856925248787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/10/ian-goes-back-to-school.html' title='Ian goes back to school'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TKeLCRsfkdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/SYUBcdIW_Fo/s72-c/Ian+first+day+of+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-6582941943499007006</id><published>2010-08-26T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:43:07.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open up and say AHHHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THm6tqMMmnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9x9cICcBFDc/s1600/no+cavities!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510640912646838898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THm6tqMMmnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9x9cICcBFDc/s320/no+cavities!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THm6Z7pJFeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YXLezh1ae8E/s1600/pretty+relaxed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510640573734262242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THm6Z7pJFeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/YXLezh1ae8E/s320/pretty+relaxed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510640271730064594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THm6IWluvNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tdsxiz5P4C4/s320/xrays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510639977005046994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THm53Mpz3NI/AAAAAAAAAhM/D45Ah8PcGuM/s320/Ian+picked+toothbrush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509830379214572834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THbZiZ29jSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Qr4-t5S-TVk/s320/Ian+first+time+at+dentist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Ian has had another milestone and passed with flying colors. He has had his first trip to the dentist. Now, many of you parents out there know that this could go one of two ways. Some children come in, see the big chair, hear all the sounds, and once someone is coming at their mouth with a silver hook and saying open wide, the screaming like they're being stabbed ensues. Then there are the other children that thrive on the mere fact that regardless of what's being done to them, they're getting attention. This was my son. Oh, how the ladies in the office fussed over him! And while they were probably putting on a show to make him feel comfortable, it WORKED. That boy was like the only man on an all female college campus. You would have thought they had never seen a three year old boy the way they were talking to him. He is, after all, a man in the making, and would have let them stick knives in his mouth if they had asked. He sat and did everything they told him without a moment's hesitation. They even did his x-rays which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; they usually leave for the second appointment so as not to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;overwhelm&lt;/span&gt; the little ones. He loved his new toothbrush and prize bag which wrapped up his perfect first trip to the dentist. The girls were there too and they mentioned discussing orthodontics for Megan next time we're in. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit from typing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-6582941943499007006?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6582941943499007006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=6582941943499007006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6582941943499007006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6582941943499007006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/08/open-up-and-say-ahhhhhh.html' title='Open up and say AHHHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THm6tqMMmnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9x9cICcBFDc/s72-c/no+cavities!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7148287531003598888</id><published>2010-08-23T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:34:11.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School...BLECH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508814051837617970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THM9MXV2JzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/h8IBfLYQZrs/s320/Happy+to+load.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508813667606581074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THM81_-Bz1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Lvh6HmFbBhg/s320/Meg+first+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508813102405799506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THM8VGbqTlI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HOZ4oOUW71c/s320/Calire+first+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508812768985946194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THM8BsWLGFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XkP3Xa6iDjI/s320/Bus+stop+crew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, so remember that Sunday night feeling? You know, that feeling of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bummerness&lt;/span&gt; that comes over you around 4 in the afternoon on a Sunday when you realize your weekend is almost over? You have school the next morning which means five days of getting up early, working hard, and maybe even some drama with classmates. Yeah, well, that never went away for me. I still get the bummers on Sunday nights. If I had my way, my family would live in a bubble and we would never have to be apart. Sounds sensible and healthy, eh? Well, yeah, I know it's not so I send my kids to school like the law tells me I have to. I even go all out...new shoes, outfit, feigned enthusiasm. Fortunately, my neighbors rally and we all have breakfast together at the bus stop that morning which adds some genuine excitement to the morning. I did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; this year. I kept it together until I could hear the bus enter the neighborhood. I had on my biggest sunglasses to try and hide my misty eyes, but Meg is too in tune with me emotionally. She looked over at me with tears in her eyes at that same moment. I told her I was so happy for her to be a third grader (that's right, folks, THIRD GRADE! Didn't she just roll over for the first time last week?) and couldn't wait to hear her stories when she got home. Claire, of course, could barely contain her excitement to show off her new earrings, gab with friends, and have the same teacher that Megan had loved the year before. So, with knots in my stomach and a lump the size of Idaho in my throat, I put my two lovely, sweet, growing up too fast girls on the bus and sent them off so other lucky people can spend all day with them. Did I mention I really like being their mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have my buddy Ian. He fills my days with laughter, anger, energy, and frustration all wrapped up in one. I am so thankful for this one on one time with my little man. I hope I can make the most of it until he climbs on that bus just before I'm dragged into the ambulance that will take me to Shady Acres as their newest out patient. You know, the crazy mom who can't stand to be away from her children so she volunteers to spend hour after hour in front of the school copier? Yeah, that's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7148287531003598888?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7148287531003598888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7148287531003598888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7148287531003598888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7148287531003598888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/08/schoolblech.html' title='School...BLECH!!!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/THM9MXV2JzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/h8IBfLYQZrs/s72-c/Happy+to+load.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4216854974621117274</id><published>2010-08-19T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:50:55.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway from Lisa Leonard!</title><content type='html'>Lisa Leonard is having a giveaway in honor of her birthday!  Since I love her jewelry designs but I love free stuff more, I thought I'd pass this along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.lisaleonardonline.com/blog/2010/08/19/birthday-giveaway/comment-page-30/#comment-86531"&gt;http://http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/blog/2010/08/19/birthday-giveaway/comment-page-30/#comment-86531&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4216854974621117274?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4216854974621117274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4216854974621117274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4216854974621117274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4216854974621117274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/08/giveaway-from-lisa-leonard.html' title='Giveaway from Lisa Leonard!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-1240533127484931712</id><published>2010-08-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:27:41.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven years of Claire Strauss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507158327204891634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TG1bUgbhy_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/_IdwceEOT_U/s320/Sisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507158033568810306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TG1bDajOxUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yhuG9YW62KQ/s320/First+hoops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507157510704127810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TG1ak-uk30I/AAAAAAAAAfs/QPRTsTKrOOg/s320/Blowing+out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507156731703518194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TG1Z3ouW4_I/AAAAAAAAAfk/twEZbdOUdkw/s320/Party+scene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe it's because it's the first number to have two syllables, but seven just seems older. I can handle all the birthdays between 2 and 6, but seven is tough for me. She's all thinned out, no more baby fat. She falls a lot less (not our most graceful child, but fortunately she has the high pain tolerance to go with it). She even has teaching moments with her little brother. She's still struggling with a temper, but has come a LONG way with that, especially in the last year. She's always ready for a hug...or having her back scratched. I call her my massage junkie. She's been like this her whole life. As a baby, even in the midst of a fit, she would stop dead in her tracks if you just started rubbing her ears. Note to future husband: That will be your power over her. Most of all, she's just a bubbly, happy girl that's funny and a joy to be around. Thanks, God. We're enjoying our loaner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-1240533127484931712?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/1240533127484931712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=1240533127484931712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1240533127484931712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1240533127484931712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/08/seven-years-of-claire-strauss.html' title='Seven years of Claire Strauss'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TG1bUgbhy_I/AAAAAAAAAf8/_IdwceEOT_U/s72-c/Sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4798083148074949363</id><published>2010-08-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:01:36.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Swap Week two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I forgot last week, but I'm back on board with Menu planning!  I'm telling you, when I don't plan my menu for the week, my anxiety goes up about 30%.  Our budget goes up about that much too!  I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUCh&lt;/span&gt; more inclined to just tell Eric to meet me and the kids out on his way home from work if I don't have meals planned for the week.  This only takes me minutes, and it saves me stress and money.  Given that this Wednesday is Black Wednesday at our house, A.K.A. first day of school, I need all the help I can get.  So this week will be quick, easy meals that make it so I can focus on getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acclimated&lt;/span&gt; to our school year schedule.  Anyone else wondering where summer went?  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Grilled cheese and tomato soup...Ice Cream social at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Grilled Chicken breasts, steamed broccoli, and rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Dinner at Mimi's while Daddy and Mommy work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Spaghetti, salad, garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: McDonald's happy Meals to celebrate 1st week of school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4798083148074949363?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4798083148074949363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4798083148074949363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4798083148074949363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4798083148074949363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/08/menu-swap-week-two.html' title='Menu Swap Week two'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7060421462432912356</id><published>2010-07-28T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:31:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement time</title><content type='html'>Why do we judge ourselves so harshly?  I, for one, am so guilty of this.  Being a girl that struggles with filtering what I say, I am CONSTANTLY replaying in my mind everything I say in any given situation over and over wondering if it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and hoping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with it.  I am what you call a "yes" person.  I like making people happy.  I like cooking for people, helping with their homes, entertaining them, all of it.  My very favorite thing is making people laugh.  Who doesn't love to laugh?  But in order to do that, you have to be willing to say what people are thinking, but may not be willing to say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;.  When someone actually does say those things, there's usually laughter, right?  But then there's the times when it's just to much and that's what I'm left with.  The self doubt, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt;, and second guessing that comes with putting it all out there.  The thing that bothers me the most is how much of what I say probably isn't pleasing to God.  He's the ultimate judge and I want to be Christlike while still entertaining my friends and family.  What a fine line to walk!  So, as we all do, I struggle each day with my sinful self and try to be me while striving to be like Him.  Will I ever not fall asleep at night playing back the soundtrack from my day in my mind?  Who knows.  All I know is this is how I've always been.  What you see is what you get with me and it's hard to turn that off...even when I sometimes know I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7060421462432912356?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7060421462432912356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7060421462432912356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7060421462432912356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7060421462432912356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/07/judgement-time.html' title='Judgement time'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4004299643214157063</id><published>2010-07-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:00:41.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Planning and sharing</title><content type='html'>So my friend Angela from her blog &lt;a href="http://www.unexpectedelegance.com/"&gt;www.unexpectedelegance.com&lt;/a&gt;, has decided to do a menu swap.  This is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; idea for someone like me who loves to plan and plans our meals for the week in advance.   And as much as I love being this organized, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; into ruts...especially when dinner is involved.  I have three kids and a husband who all like routine and it's easy to slip into a pattern.  By menu sharing with people form all over, we can really mix things up and discover new recipes and meal ideas that can really surprise (and maybe even impress) my family!  So, here's my menu for this week.  Prepare to be amazed...he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Chicken Crescent rolls--Mix one can chicken breast meat with two 8 oz boxes of reduced fat cream cheese (softened slightly for mixing) a bag of frozen peas and carrots, 2 T softened butter, 1 T parsley, 1 tsp onion powder, and salt and pepper to taste.  Combine ingredients and spoon onto reduced fat crescent triangles that have been rolled thin.  Fold over and crimp to seal.  Bake at 350 for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; 20 minutes.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  I serve sliced apples with this meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Grilled tuna steaks brushed with olive oil, salt and pepper, steamed broccoli and rice, all topped with sesame seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: My husband and I work and my son will eat with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inlaws&lt;/span&gt;.  The girls are out of town this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Crock pot pork chops-can of golden mushroom soup, packet of onion soup mix, fresh cracked pepper.  Mashed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; and peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Daddy cooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think?  Does my cooking scream Hoosier or what?  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4004299643214157063?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4004299643214157063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4004299643214157063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4004299643214157063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4004299643214157063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/07/menu-planning-and-sharing.html' title='Menu Planning and sharing'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-839570297561123588</id><published>2010-06-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:50:52.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys have a birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487280271559114306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TCa8VYlKPkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ti1vb-tS8iE/s320/Eric+and+Ian.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487279130095646770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TCa7S8TD-DI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7EJYC1A2Cyc/s320/The+b-day+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487278710945633954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TCa66i16VqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/2nghO3yjSxk/s320/Eric+and+Ian+in+shirts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487278308836913746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TCa6jI3uMlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/b4bNElD5nNM/s320/Proud+Papa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when I went in for what turned out to be my last checkup when pregnant with Ian, the doctor said I was measuring overdue for twins in my 35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week of pregnancy. She suggested I get induced that next week. She casually threw out "How about next Tuesday?" I thought for a second and did the math in my head. "Isn't that the 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;?", I replied. "Yes". "Hold on, I need to make a phone call" said the extremely uncomfortable pregnant woman desperate to get this person out of her body but not wanting to forever take away her husband's birthday. So, I called Eric, asked him if it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; if our son was born on his birthday, and after a little mulling over he decided that might be kind of neat. So, three years later, it is kind of neat. Really neat, in fact. I LOVE that the two main men in my life started their lives on the same day. They will forever be able to celebrate together. We have enjoyed putting them in matching shirts, taking their picture together, and our newest tradition...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Benihana&lt;/span&gt;. That has become a family favorite for the boys' birthday. We did it for the second time this year and I think it's tradition that's gonna stick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-839570297561123588?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/839570297561123588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=839570297561123588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/839570297561123588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/839570297561123588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-boys-have-birthday.html' title='My boys have a birthday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/TCa8VYlKPkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/ti1vb-tS8iE/s72-c/Eric+and+Ian.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-5613471467684386532</id><published>2010-02-10T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:22:42.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy Car...the next generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3Mxl4ru3eI/AAAAAAAAAe8/692qUPwUUbI/s1600-h/Ian+in+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436743702107053538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3Mxl4ru3eI/AAAAAAAAAe8/692qUPwUUbI/s400/Ian+in+car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3MxR_Iz9gI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YkbZb04stho/s1600-h/Meg+in+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436743360242251266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3MxR_Iz9gI/AAAAAAAAAe0/YkbZb04stho/s400/Meg+in+car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3MxAE8AgSI/AAAAAAAAAes/FVuXU9oOEKQ/s1600-h/Claire+in+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436743052561514786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3MxAE8AgSI/AAAAAAAAAes/FVuXU9oOEKQ/s400/Claire+in+car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, ok, so probably not. But it sure is fun to visit Daddy at work! I'm thinkin' these moments will be remembered for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-5613471467684386532?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5613471467684386532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=5613471467684386532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5613471467684386532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5613471467684386532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/02/indy-carthe-next-generation.html' title='Indy Car...the next generation'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3Mxl4ru3eI/AAAAAAAAAe8/692qUPwUUbI/s72-c/Ian+in+car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-8464290751291437107</id><published>2010-02-08T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:52:15.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Mighty Neighborly of you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435993054097657122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3CG4a77TSI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZlszjFSFAms/s320/Boys+dance+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435992754650515666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3CGm_aKiNI/AAAAAAAAAec/uuJ4jUqhbkY/s320/Boys+dance.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435992397718935170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3CGSNvC1oI/AAAAAAAAAeU/nvM_WrE38Vs/s320/All+the+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435989403512192226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3CDj7chvOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/olFWndAY9nQ/s320/Sigma+Beta+Nu+girls+(our+made+up+sorority.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435988686694965586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3CC6NF-4VI/AAAAAAAAAeE/w5aWOnpBooc/s320/SBN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435987354258631570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3CBspYZ65I/AAAAAAAAAd8/le5VEeG4NR8/s320/Eric+and+I+festive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      One of the biggest blessings God has given me this past year is a new found closeness with my neighbors. We've lived in our neighborhood for almost ten years and have always loved it. We are surrounded on all sides by good, generous people. But this last summer, more than others past, we've all gotten very close. I suppose it started with convenience. Hanging out with neighbors means no sitters, inexpensive cocktails, and lack of necessity to plan ahead. From the convenience came a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; that I have come to cherish. We laugh a lot, gripe about our woes, and love on each other's kids. I know that Eric and I will one day look back on this season of our lives in this neighborhood, with these people, as some of the best of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics from Christmas and birthday parties, just to give a taste of how much fun we have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-8464290751291437107?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/8464290751291437107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=8464290751291437107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/8464290751291437107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/8464290751291437107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/02/thats-mighty-neighborly-of-you.html' title='That&apos;s Mighty Neighborly of you!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S3CG4a77TSI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZlszjFSFAms/s72-c/Boys+dance+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-6629066188262634007</id><published>2010-01-31T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:23:31.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow what?  We like it cold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZlDOpVmDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3rcFUXEDQW0/s1600-h/Snowball+fight+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433141106614573106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZlDOpVmDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3rcFUXEDQW0/s320/Snowball+fight+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zk47JrJYI/AAAAAAAAAds/sG10dKilY3w/s1600-h/Snowball+fight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140929582802306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zk47JrJYI/AAAAAAAAAds/sG10dKilY3w/s320/Snowball+fight.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZktKN6nXI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uC6C79_ULI4/s1600-h/Roxy+loves+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140727468694898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZktKN6nXI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uC6C79_ULI4/s320/Roxy+loves+it.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140368926924770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZkYSi5X-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/gbyiTnnoQbE/s320/snow+angels.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433140165607174082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZkMdHsL8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/XvLWO3-JdgI/s400/Ian+laughing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433139956721240898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZkAS9Zy0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/a5k9Zk2hlg4/s400/Close+up+Meg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433139669145588482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZjvjqBkwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Wmn7GJ0qddE/s400/Claire+in+snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Strauss's&lt;/span&gt; love snow. We will never complain about too much, or the mess, or the shoveling, or any of that. We love the look, the sounds the fun of snow. Couple that with a new SLR camera I'm currently obsessed with, and it's a pretty fun day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-6629066188262634007?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6629066188262634007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=6629066188262634007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6629066188262634007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6629066188262634007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-what-we-like-it-cold.html' title='Snow what?  We like it cold!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZlDOpVmDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3rcFUXEDQW0/s72-c/Snowball+fight+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4448029230087379947</id><published>2010-01-31T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:13:31.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zikajs2HI/AAAAAAAAAc8/GcVn7KK6oAw/s1600-h/Kids+with+presents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433138378212956274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zikajs2HI/AAAAAAAAAc8/GcVn7KK6oAw/s320/Kids+with+presents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zh_pit2WI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hRwHwtQnjGQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433137746580199778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zh_pit2WI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hRwHwtQnjGQ/s320/Christmas+Eve.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZhtP5_NvI/AAAAAAAAAcs/w_32IHEaH44/s1600-h/kids+table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433137430460839666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZhtP5_NvI/AAAAAAAAAcs/w_32IHEaH44/s200/kids+table.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZhI_udUAI/AAAAAAAAAck/FXG5-mcTjo8/s1600-h/All+kids+with+Santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433136807642222594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZhI_udUAI/AAAAAAAAAck/FXG5-mcTjo8/s200/All+kids+with+Santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zg9i2DyQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hMjjpqXmzRc/s1600-h/Family+opening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433136610910914818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zg9i2DyQI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hMjjpqXmzRc/s200/Family+opening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZgsF93GAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9GFD_qKnF8s/s1600-h/The+kids+in+front+of+the+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433136311101233154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZgsF93GAI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9GFD_qKnF8s/s200/The+kids+in+front+of+the+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433136047857078194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZgcxTkD7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/xhzEW2zDyxo/s200/Putting+the+candy+on+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135708099070882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZgI_m8S6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/4teDVKyGAS8/s200/Girls+going+to+Nutcracker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135413170238930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zf306bddI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bVCsUDNzr_o/s200/Strauss+generations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433135019734435602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zfg7QBhxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/H1ELMJ6Sfbw/s200/Girls+and+great+gpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433134501363425506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZfCwKvoOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2CVMR4niOfA/s200/Ian+and+Eric+trimming+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Whew! What a busy month! We started off the month with a visit to Eric's family in Tennessee. We are blessed that MANY of his family members are able to gather at our cousins Gwen and Robert's house to celebrate Christmas. The most precious part of that, is the time that four generations of Strauss men get to spend together when we're there.&lt;br /&gt;     After that, there's a slurry of parties at friends' homes, church, school, work, and more! Mix in Meg's birthday somewhere in the middle and December is over in a flash. We are blessed with family, friends, good health, and faith. Thank you, God, for all your goodness in our lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4448029230087379947?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4448029230087379947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4448029230087379947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4448029230087379947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4448029230087379947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas-2009.html' title='Merry Christmas 2009!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2Zikajs2HI/AAAAAAAAAc8/GcVn7KK6oAw/s72-c/Kids+with+presents.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7530009741017220736</id><published>2010-01-31T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:51:34.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Advent Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZdvkoZ7cI/AAAAAAAAAbk/U_CLzH24PZQ/s1600-h/advent+calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433133072337464770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZdvkoZ7cI/AAAAAAAAAbk/U_CLzH24PZQ/s400/advent+calendar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so now that the kids are older, Christmas is a whole new event. When you're single or even married but have no children, it's still about yourself and you lose the reverence for how holy an event this holiday celebrates. But when you can teach your children to be excited that Jesus is not only real, but we can celebrate his birthday, well that's just too much fun! Our favorite Christmas tradition is our advent calendar. Eric and I happened across it one Fall when just the two of us were vacationing in Gatlinburg. I think Eric found it first and excitedly called me over to it. It has a little numbered door for each day of advent, and behind it is a magnet that is part of the nativity. When each door is opened, a little recording plays and tells of the significance of that particular object. Even sometimes overlooked items like the sheep and a dove are carefully described as to the important role their presence played in that sacred night. Each evening, the kids eagerly gather around our big yellow chair while Eric gets the calendar down from its perch (placed carefully out of reach of over eager little hands). They all take turns on their rotating nights and open the door to reveal the item. As the month progresses, the iconic image of our Savior's birth develops more and more until on Christmas Eve, when baby Jesus in his manger steals the show. Sure, we all wear matching red pjs, put out cookies for Santa and carrots for the reindeer. We threaten that Santa won't come until they're asleep and then hurry downstairs to carefully sneak all the bounty under our tree. But now that they're older...they're starting to get it. Maybe there weren't sheep, or a dove, or many of the items on our beloved advent calendar, but the event was real. Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, was sent to Earth as a baby. He lived as a man, ate food, had splinters, stubbed his toes, and countless other daily occurrences that we all experience. And then, when his Heavenly Father commanded it, He gave his life for each and everyone of us. If that silly magnetic board that we love so much helps them understand that, then it was money well spent, don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7530009741017220736?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7530009741017220736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7530009741017220736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7530009741017220736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7530009741017220736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-advent-calendar.html' title='Our Advent Calendar'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZdvkoZ7cI/AAAAAAAAAbk/U_CLzH24PZQ/s72-c/advent+calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4464886743677546294</id><published>2010-01-31T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:28:48.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg turns 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZXWwvFosI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3ol_TJWIyco/s1600-h/Meg+in+snow+gear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433126049020224194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZXWwvFosI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3ol_TJWIyco/s320/Meg+in+snow+gear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZXG1XsSpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iSEIi64WXcg/s1600-h/Megan+is+seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433125775386364562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZXG1XsSpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/iSEIi64WXcg/s320/Megan+is+seven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZWxASeF7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/ZDSj8dCaSvw/s1600-h/Meg+is+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433125400360130482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZWxASeF7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/ZDSj8dCaSvw/s320/Meg+is+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZWkEqDzII/AAAAAAAAAbE/x9Pi7sGvdSY/s1600-h/Meg+with+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433125178194513026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZWkEqDzII/AAAAAAAAAbE/x9Pi7sGvdSY/s320/Meg+with+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433124825485456114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZWPitqsvI/AAAAAAAAAa8/lEHlej6xh74/s320/Presenting+princess+Meg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433124497253186482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZV8b8_u7I/AAAAAAAAAa0/zB7pFc2DlqU/s320/Meg+with+mommy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433124125714038946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZVmz3KQKI/AAAAAAAAAas/YXePT6zOABo/s320/meg+big+red+car+day+after.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433123701062987826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZVOF6dcDI/AAAAAAAAAak/hLBoYYTgPbE/s320/Meg+after+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433123347314357634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZU5gGNtYI/AAAAAAAAAac/zFw11OQBPdw/s320/Meg+i+tub.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433122253414104274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZT51AEfNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pmIcQEXwtZ4/s320/Little+Meg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      My first baby. You know, no one can prepare you for motherhood. No amount of advice, stories, warnings, or the like can prepare anyone for what being a mother is like. No one could have prepared me for the sleeplessness. No one could have coached me through not crying during her first shots. There was not a single person that could have warned me of how my heart would break the day we were told she was autistic. And most of all, no one on this earth could have prepared me for how my heart would swell with indescribable love at the mere sight of this girl God entrusted to Eric and me. Megan. Sweet, kind, genuine, innocent Megan Olivia Strauss. God has had a special plan for her even from the time he put her name on our hearts. It means Pearl, which is so fitting for her. A perfect, pure beauty slowly and carefully crafted from a rough grain of sand. To know her is to fall completely in love with her love of life and everyone around her. I have never in my life met anyone as kind as this child. She can't stop herself from complimenting strangers as she walks by them on the street. She cried at the first wedding she went to when she was seven because she thought the bride must have been so happy. She is already a teacher to her siblings, a caretaker of her friends, and a daily reminder of God's constant presence in our lives. I am thankful every day that God gave us the opportunity to learn from her and love her and call ourselves her parents. As much as I ache for the days of Johnson and Johnson baby hair smell and her tiny lips rooting on my cheeks when I'd hold her up to my face, I eagerly await seeing her grow and conquer every day of her life. I am Megan's mommy. Lucky me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4464886743677546294?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4464886743677546294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4464886743677546294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4464886743677546294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4464886743677546294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2010/01/meg-turns-8.html' title='Meg turns 8'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/S2ZXWwvFosI/AAAAAAAAAbc/3ol_TJWIyco/s72-c/Meg+in+snow+gear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4309009752537660690</id><published>2009-10-26T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:51:59.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year, another pumpkin patch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396935936572720354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXEo971BOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9PhodfaeQtI/s400/Strauss+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXEbArWdrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qzCTmhE9ris/s1600-h/Strauss+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396935696790746802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 6px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXEbArWdrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qzCTmhE9ris/s320/Strauss+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396935434166290658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXELuUzSOI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7hYHGWpFZDA/s320/The+Strauss%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396934929841394002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXDuXkYEVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/a9SqGuuoOO8/s320/Kids+on+hayride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396933752002631202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXCpzxu1iI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8AYx57wXQDw/s320/kids+on+wagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396933380456226162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXCULqKnXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KXMOfNm93TI/s320/Girls+on+hay+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396933039376367586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXCAVCY_-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/hC7J0781pZ0/s320/Together+on+hay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Although this is by far our favorite time of year, it's bittersweet to think it's here already! When I downloaded this year's photos, I got caught up in looking at previous years' trips to the pumpkin patch. Where did my babies go? Now I have a young lady, a little girl, and a tiny man who likes to say "but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mooooom&lt;/span&gt;!" over and over. I am so thankful to God for all these years of blessings and family memories that I will cherish forever. This year was no exception. We visited Russell Farms this year. While a little pricey, you get what you pay for. There are so many things to do there we couldn't even do it all. The putt putt course will have to wait till next year! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a fun comparison, I posted some pics from pumpkin patches past. Feast your eyes on my rapidly growing children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4309009752537660690?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4309009752537660690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4309009752537660690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4309009752537660690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4309009752537660690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-year-another-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Another year, another pumpkin patch!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SuXEo971BOI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9PhodfaeQtI/s72-c/Strauss+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-5404200157420509748</id><published>2009-10-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:00:34.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Pickin' is the best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391743651454261602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StNSSMjmGWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sLPJDTR9ppY/s200/Ian+picking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742282010835138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StNRCe-1uMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TBv0YFazaas/s320/Me+and+the+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391742048409944386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StNQ04wDAUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0_6SMBOXYYs/s200/The+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391741782642426306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StNQlasIgcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/W9Bm5duoskI/s200/My+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391741556480703042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StNQYQK-ekI/AAAAAAAAAX8/qO264EMXqFI/s200/Meg+and+llama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391740845996031842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StNPu5aOv2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/KoLgqhHA1cE/s200/Claire+in+hayhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391737682267112930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StNM2vmeheI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0hxC7417EKE/s200/Meg+picking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391716985905833954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StM6CDpbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/_0RVXjqwpIM/s200/Claire+picking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391715765698232642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StM47CBRAUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JrtHzI0dcQ4/s200/Ian+and+his+wagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      This was one of the best times we've ever had apple picking. Eric decided the night before that the time to strike was NOW before our favorite place, Tuttles, got too picked over. So we set off with our little pickers in tow and had the perfect morning. It was crisp but not cold and beautifully sunny. The trees had a BUMPER crop this year too! Ian's favorite part again this year was being on wagon duty. No one else was allowed to TOUCH the wagon because he had it under control. Megan, as always, enjoyed the animals most. They always seem to be drawn to her. It's truly amazing to witness. Claire was really into the corn maze (or maize, he he). She kept saying "One more time! I can do it faster!". Daddy has a new love affair with honeycrisp apples and I got my apple butter, so the whole family was happy! Oh how I LOVE fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-5404200157420509748?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5404200157420509748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=5404200157420509748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5404200157420509748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5404200157420509748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-pickin-is-best.html' title='Apple Pickin&apos; is the best!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/StNSSMjmGWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/sLPJDTR9ppY/s72-c/Ian+picking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-360925490866041726</id><published>2009-08-20T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:23:07.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373550723165595202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SpKv6ZTUJkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pKy8CV9Ej7E/s320/The+parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373550524739825874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SpKvu2G7MNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/b_eVOgvN4dI/s320/the+kids+eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373550273199753218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SpKvgNDGSAI/AAAAAAAAAXE/t40tec2fkLo/s320/busstop+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373550022998434498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SpKvRo-dIsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/a0vG5PpJ_uw/s320/Strauss+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373549734108224658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SpKvA0xqXJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/4sQ1j3kpLaY/s320/both+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     That was, for real, the FASTEST summer ever! I mean, looking back, we did a LOT. Florida, Zoo, museum, splash parks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdates&lt;/span&gt;, the list goes on and on. But come on...August 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;?!! I firmly believe that no school should start before the state fair! It's just too darn early. It's so unfair that someone else gets to spend all day with my girls now. That should be me! But, they love it and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; so much already, so I need to get over myself. At least I still have have my little buddy Ian! He's so fun and this is a blessed opportunity to get to have all this one on one with him. He misses his sisters during the day, but he's asking for them a little less each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Their first day of school was fun, starting with breakfast with our neighbors. We set up out in our neighbor's driveway and all the parents brought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yummies&lt;/span&gt; to share. The kids loved sitting together and talking about what they were excited for that day. One neighbor even brought Starbucks for all the parents (God Bless you, Lori!). As luck would have it, we even had butterflies that we had been watching since caterpillars and we released them that morning. Too cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Of course, the big excitement of the day is the bus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, the glorious bus and all it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;orangish&lt;/span&gt;-yellow splendor. I'm happy to report we have a MUCH nicer driver this year, which makes me feel so much better. I was seriously struggling with the idea of putting not one, but TWO of my babies on a bus for a stranger to drive off with. Eric, my sainted husband, chose to work from home that day so he could help my crying, overly emotional self home from the bus stop. Having my neighbor friends there helped too. When I was crying the hardest right after they drove off, my empathetic neighbor, Shaun, took a picture. While I'll have to delete it and he deserves a beating at some point, it did make me laugh. So, I need to focus on the fact that they are healthy, happy, smart girls that love going to school. Thank you , God, for COUNTLESS blessings, including my children that love to learn and spend their day away from Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-360925490866041726?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/360925490866041726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=360925490866041726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/360925490866041726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/360925490866041726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school-2009.html' title='Back to School 2009'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SpKv6ZTUJkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pKy8CV9Ej7E/s72-c/The+parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-2891070736382698772</id><published>2009-08-03T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:44:00.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire Victoria Strauss-Age 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne7_0DCKqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dikpN0pTU2I/s1600-h/Announcing+Claire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365964186012756642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne7_0DCKqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dikpN0pTU2I/s400/Announcing+Claire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne70g-qgcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/683MOwiThj8/s1600-h/Claire+sephia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365963991915594178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne70g-qgcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/683MOwiThj8/s400/Claire+sephia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne7vfQWSbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/BwKAvp22k98/s1600-h/DSC02592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365963905553549746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne7vfQWSbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/BwKAvp22k98/s400/DSC02592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne7myyO-FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Hbxfjs_mii8/s1600-h/Claire+icing+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365963756177127506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne7myyO-FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Hbxfjs_mii8/s320/Claire+icing+face.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365963037756755122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne68-deDLI/AAAAAAAAAWM/yb_lc3KBxZ4/s320/Claire+is+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365962152618464226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne6JdEDk-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/VclygRFVGpU/s320/Claire+is+three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365961626684078034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne5q1zht9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Y5cI4gavHvA/s320/Miss+four+year+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365961083364091842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne5LNx8p8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/1hsMX-W5FKg/s320/Claire+is+five.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365960107961388530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne4ScH0jfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/M3rywjWVsEU/s400/Claire+in+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Wow. Six years. I mean, really? She's my BABY girl. I've always t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hought&lt;/span&gt; of Megan as a big girl, but not Claire. Megan was always a little more grown up than her age, so seeing her grow up has been easier for me. But Claire will always be the chubby cheeked, wide eyed, drooling baby in my mind. From the time of her painless, effortless delivery, she was a perfect baby. Slept and ate well, rarely cried, easy to smile. Everyone always got a smile out of her and that always made me so proud. I know how good it makes me feel to get a smile out of a baby and I always loved that she did that for so many people. While she has grown far less agreeable and we joke that her looks are what keeps her living, I can't help but cry as I type out how much I adore this child that God has gifted to Eric and me. I can't fathom why I get to be her mother. As testy as she can be, that's how sweet and loving she is. Sometimes she truly can't stop herself from hugging and kissing you. She actually panics if she leaves someone she loves and thinks she might have forgotten to hug, kiss, and tell them she loves them. Thank you, God, for trusting me to be her mother. I hope I'm doing your will for her everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-2891070736382698772?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2891070736382698772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=2891070736382698772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2891070736382698772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2891070736382698772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/08/claire-victoria-strauss-age-6.html' title='Claire Victoria Strauss-Age 6'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sne7_0DCKqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dikpN0pTU2I/s72-c/Announcing+Claire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4854723525688292165</id><published>2009-07-22T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:14:58.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdzCN-LYZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/958fS9o91wA/s1600-h/Sleepy+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361380363355251090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdzCN-LYZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/958fS9o91wA/s400/Sleepy+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Smdyzm4oPdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/W5W7uRZkNJ8/s1600-h/Ready+for+fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361380112344825298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Smdyzm4oPdI/AAAAAAAAAVc/W5W7uRZkNJ8/s400/Ready+for+fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdykvNjVII/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ta2JNXhjDMk/s1600-h/Ian%27s+1st+sparker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361379856882029698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdykvNjVII/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ta2JNXhjDMk/s320/Ian%27s+1st+sparker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdyUoNyjPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BPHpZrzKImA/s1600-h/Claire+and+sand+person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361379580126072050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdyUoNyjPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BPHpZrzKImA/s320/Claire+and+sand+person.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdyID2OYVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0Q44fsBYiRc/s1600-h/Meg+in+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361379364205125970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdyID2OYVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0Q44fsBYiRc/s320/Meg+in+train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Smdx6xBFSRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XmErn8W-VDU/s1600-h/Ian+watching+trains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361379135812094226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Smdx6xBFSRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/XmErn8W-VDU/s320/Ian+watching+trains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for the first time in three years, Eric was engineering a race on the fourth. This used to be a regular occurrence, but he's been home for the last three years' 4ths. So, while sad and missing Daddy, we made the most of a rainy holiday. First, we spent the day at the Children's Museum with our friends Kristin and Molly. This was so fun. The girls, as well as Ian actually, love being with Molly. Mommy loves being with Kristin, so everyone wins with this combo! After the museum (and some gift shop memorabilia) we headed to our house. The eight dollar combo pack of fireworks were just right for four kids seven and under. The girls loved the sparklers and Ian favored the "snakes" that grow. He was calling them snake poop and then laughing hysterically at himself. I was pretty entertained by it too, honestly! The evening wrapped up with a movie and popcorn in Tiff and Eric's room. The girls did great sleeping all together in the girls' bedroom floor. All in all, great and exhausting holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, Mommy was THRILLED that it was picture with Star Wars characters day!!! I dragged the kids from guy to guy. Whoo-hoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4854723525688292165?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4854723525688292165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4854723525688292165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4854723525688292165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4854723525688292165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday, America!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SmdzCN-LYZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/958fS9o91wA/s72-c/Sleepy+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-845977103313350536</id><published>2009-07-08T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:19:50.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My girls'/><title type='text'>Taking my zoo to the animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTxGtY95UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DV3ggK6rui8/s1600-h/on+rock+at+zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356170954416186690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTxGtY95UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DV3ggK6rui8/s400/on+rock+at+zoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTw-0-Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/MVlzMi_31Vc/s1600-h/Zoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356170819012434898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTw-0-Mm9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/MVlzMi_31Vc/s400/Zoo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTw0kl8YUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vgR4OwPj04s/s1600-h/girls+petting+elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356170642817048898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTw0kl8YUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vgR4OwPj04s/s320/girls+petting+elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTwtouXckI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aAWqkFQbOb4/s1600-h/Ian+petting+elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356170523667034690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTwtouXckI/AAAAAAAAAUc/aAWqkFQbOb4/s320/Ian+petting+elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTwljqH9jI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8HaArFuSnXg/s1600-h/Ian+feeding+giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356170384868111922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTwljqH9jI/AAAAAAAAAUU/8HaArFuSnXg/s320/Ian+feeding+giraffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTwenUD9CI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yyfuNiZS0-E/s1600-h/Girls+feeding+giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356170265590232098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTwenUD9CI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yyfuNiZS0-E/s320/Girls+feeding+giraffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTwQxptAoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JHKS8HFWjFQ/s1600-h/girls+at+zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356170027847189122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTwQxptAoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/JHKS8HFWjFQ/s320/girls+at+zoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Ok, so I know everyone HATES cool weather in summer, but I LOVE it! Last week in Indiana, it was unseasonably cold...high 60's, low 70's. It was heaven. We spent a ton of time outside. One of the best days was at the zoo. Summer at the zoo isn't always pleasant. There's only a couple places to cool off and heated animal poo isn't my favorite air freshener. This day, however, was perfect. They weren't even burnt out and begging to go as usual when it was time to go. Another treat was that Daddy was able to join us before he left for a race, which is always nice. We saw it all and slept well that afternoon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-845977103313350536?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/845977103313350536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=845977103313350536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/845977103313350536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/845977103313350536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-my-zoo-to-animals.html' title='Taking my zoo to the animals'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SlTxGtY95UI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DV3ggK6rui8/s72-c/on+rock+at+zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-1180640051052769011</id><published>2009-07-03T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:54:23.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's future in landscaping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7EPnJ37DI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q0cHxrAoigM/s1600-h/Trimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354432779477576754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7EPnJ37DI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q0cHxrAoigM/s400/Trimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7EFRPKDmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/112KlRxkqZc/s1600-h/Men+mowing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354432601795464802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7EFRPKDmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/112KlRxkqZc/s400/Men+mowing+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7D-AmJWpI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ggky1QGEa10/s1600-h/Men+mowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354432477069400722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7D-AmJWpI/AAAAAAAAATs/Ggky1QGEa10/s400/Men+mowing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This boy loves to mow. More than that, he loves to do what Daddy does. So, as one can imagine, the fact that this task combines both elements makes it his favorite thing currently. Eric has even gotten to where he looks forward to mowing because Ian's interest is so darn cute. First, Eric mows a random curvy path in the yard that Ian uses. I think it really makes him feel like HE'S cutting the grass. Then , he follows Eric up and down the rows he mows. He is diligent and rarely, is ever, looses interest until the entire yard is done. The new element he has added is trimming. Eric doesn't let Ian in the yard while he's doing this, but he watches from the window. He then goes outside with his bubble blower that looks like a leaf blower, and does the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;timmin&lt;/span&gt;'". Put that altogether with Ian in plaid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bermudas&lt;/span&gt;, black vans, and a big belly, and you've got yourself a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggable&lt;/span&gt; memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-1180640051052769011?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/1180640051052769011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=1180640051052769011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1180640051052769011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1180640051052769011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/07/ians-future-in-landscaping.html' title='Ian&apos;s future in landscaping'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7EPnJ37DI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Q0cHxrAoigM/s72-c/Trimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-5628118437408220304</id><published>2009-07-03T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:46:38.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishers Freedom Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7CgApz4gI/AAAAAAAAATk/S1a32S78E_U/s1600-h/Cute+Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354430862177067522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7CgApz4gI/AAAAAAAAATk/S1a32S78E_U/s320/Cute+Ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7CZpq6eSI/AAAAAAAAATc/N8Uf2Vxa7OE/s1600-h/Family+at+parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354430752928463138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7CZpq6eSI/AAAAAAAAATc/N8Uf2Vxa7OE/s320/Family+at+parade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7COTloIkI/AAAAAAAAATU/YaCdNHjSoaU/s1600-h/Ian+on+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354430558022148674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7COTloIkI/AAAAAAAAATU/YaCdNHjSoaU/s320/Ian+on+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7B8mV3KdI/AAAAAAAAATM/FWXEC1Y7yUA/s1600-h/Meg+swinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354430253818653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7B8mV3KdI/AAAAAAAAATM/FWXEC1Y7yUA/s320/Meg+swinging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7ByAIP55I/AAAAAAAAATE/puxNB6xvcP0/s1600-h/Claire+on+swong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354430071762315154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7ByAIP55I/AAAAAAAAATE/puxNB6xvcP0/s320/Claire+on+swong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, festivals. This is where Eric and I could NOT be more different. I live for Saturdays with booths full of crap I don't need, mullets, and funnel cakes. Eric, on the other hand, dislikes festivals so much that his personality changes while we're at them. He becomes surly, irritable, and edgy. Seeing as we can't miss out, for the kids' sake of course, I tolerate this behavior so we can participate in the small town wonder that is...A FESTIVAL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This particular day was very busy. Megan had a birthday party to attend and Ian had a date with his beloved nite-nite, so Claire and I ventured off on the tandem bike alone. We had a wonderful time bike riding to "downtown" Fishers where we played at the playground, had ice cream, and watched the parade. Luckily, Eric with Ian and Megan in tow (quite literally...bike trailer) were able to join us shortly after the parade began. The kids and I thought it was great, and Eric lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-5628118437408220304?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5628118437408220304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=5628118437408220304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5628118437408220304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5628118437408220304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/07/fishers-freedom-fest.html' title='Fishers Freedom Fest'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk7CgApz4gI/AAAAAAAAATk/S1a32S78E_U/s72-c/Cute+Ian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-950009098259867440</id><published>2009-07-02T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:57:50.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strauss's take Treaure Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1ljXc7HWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XwdMbWvzDto/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047190278544738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1ljXc7HWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XwdMbWvzDto/s400/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1lbJUdQDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fn61POWhqBU/s1600-h/Meg+on+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047049045983282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1lbJUdQDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Fn61POWhqBU/s320/Meg+on+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1lSnQvENI/AAAAAAAAASs/jG7raZYEjtM/s1600-h/Claire+on+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046902464614610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1lSnQvENI/AAAAAAAAASs/jG7raZYEjtM/s320/Claire+on+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1lKz4ZghI/AAAAAAAAASk/iBEB57SV02w/s1600-h/Ian+on+rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046768413245970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1lKz4ZghI/AAAAAAAAASk/iBEB57SV02w/s320/Ian+on+rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1lBaJecUI/AAAAAAAAASc/CFn6RXXFzdI/s1600-h/Ian+buried.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046606886728002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1lBaJecUI/AAAAAAAAASc/CFn6RXXFzdI/s200/Ian+buried.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1k4HmZ8hI/AAAAAAAAASU/a7vEAcEZtCY/s1600-h/Claire+floating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046447288971794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1k4HmZ8hI/AAAAAAAAASU/a7vEAcEZtCY/s200/Claire+floating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1kxeA3reI/AAAAAAAAASM/J9Eeb9B91WI/s1600-h/Megan+in+sephia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046333046468066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1kxeA3reI/AAAAAAAAASM/J9Eeb9B91WI/s200/Megan+in+sephia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1kpU4b3pI/AAAAAAAAASE/MxXLDNpJQnA/s1600-h/Ian+in+ocean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046193156218514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1kpU4b3pI/AAAAAAAAASE/MxXLDNpJQnA/s200/Ian+in+ocean.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1kiQ3S1nI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UwM3wRe4gts/s1600-h/girls+in+ocean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046071818606194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1kiQ3S1nI/AAAAAAAAAR8/UwM3wRe4gts/s200/girls+in+ocean.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1kT_DfdXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/i6FEhErLmDM/s1600-h/Claire+running+in+water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354045826519758194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1kT_DfdXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/i6FEhErLmDM/s200/Claire+running+in+water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;VACATION!! We didn't think we'd get one this year, but thanks to my Mom and Dad, we had a beautiful one. My dad found an AMAZING penthouse condo and charged Eric and I a Strauss budget friendly portion. We got to spend a week away from reality and by the beach. It was Ian's first time to the ocean, and he was very impressed. The harder the waves hit him , the harder he laughed. The girls have always been ocean lovers and this trip was no exception. My parents also brought along my nephew Josh, which was awesome because he provided another playmate and comic relief. Plus, Ian loves having more guys around to balance things out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-950009098259867440?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/950009098259867440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=950009098259867440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/950009098259867440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/950009098259867440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/07/strausss-take-treaure-island.html' title='The Strauss&apos;s take Treaure Island'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1ljXc7HWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XwdMbWvzDto/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7453761940237899224</id><published>2009-07-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:47:36.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire the graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1i6BWUqtI/AAAAAAAAARs/aqCB9MSZ7U0/s1600-h/Claire+with+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354044280947387090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1i6BWUqtI/AAAAAAAAARs/aqCB9MSZ7U0/s320/Claire+with+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1iul5V-lI/AAAAAAAAARk/gjtlYw9AdPo/s1600-h/The+fam+minus+Megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354044084599519826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1iul5V-lI/AAAAAAAAARk/gjtlYw9AdPo/s320/The+fam+minus+Megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1ijDtvPvI/AAAAAAAAARc/aGsTc9UIF20/s1600-h/Claire+the+graduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354043886445477618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1ijDtvPvI/AAAAAAAAARc/aGsTc9UIF20/s320/Claire+the+graduate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Clairesey is now a graduate, Kindergarten that is. We have been so blessed to have been able to send all our kids to our church's school, "God's Kids". The Kindergarten teacher there is AMAZING. I hope that Ian gets to be in her class too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Claire did great during the ceremony. She sang all the songs and did all the moves, which is a big deal for her and her stubborn ways. The most touching part of the ceremony though was when they were marching in to Pomp and Circumstance, she saw my dad sitting on the aisle seat, stopped the entire processional, and said "hi, poppa!" followed by a big hug and kiss. I had done a good job of holding it together until that point. I couldn't help but think about how we started attending that church when I was pregnant with her, and now she can read, write, and is going to get on a bus this Fall. I can barely stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I once again did the cake for the reception, which excites the kids when they see their name on the cake. I love that I can provide something that gives all the kids so much joy. Cake...so simple, so awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7453761940237899224?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7453761940237899224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7453761940237899224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7453761940237899224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7453761940237899224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/07/claire-graduate.html' title='Claire the graduate'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/Sk1i6BWUqtI/AAAAAAAAARs/aqCB9MSZ7U0/s72-c/Claire+with+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-8800165481568706538</id><published>2009-07-02T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:38:27.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I give up</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my goal was to backtrack on blogs to try and make up for the time I have missed.  This has caused me to dread and put off doing so.  So, I'm giving up on that plan and have devised a new one.  I'm starting from just last week and will try and post at least once a week.  Commitment, baby.  That's the name of the game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-8800165481568706538?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/8800165481568706538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=8800165481568706538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/8800165481568706538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/8800165481568706538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-give-up.html' title='I give up'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-5387906171066720726</id><published>2009-03-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:50:06.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's new ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKv2AoVqEI/AAAAAAAAARU/1ffMpy7MoNo/s1600-h/Ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315003852667594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKv2AoVqEI/AAAAAAAAARU/1ffMpy7MoNo/s400/Ian%27s+4+wheeler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A generous co-worker of Eric's gave us a four wheeler for Ian to use. Not ones to turn down free cool stuff, we gladly accepted. He LOVES it! Steering is a problem, but making it go is not. The only thing that he doesn't like is that after an hour or so, the battery needs to be recharged. Other than that, behold Ian's new favorite passtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-5387906171066720726?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5387906171066720726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=5387906171066720726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5387906171066720726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5387906171066720726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/03/ians-new-ride.html' title='Ian&apos;s new ride'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKv2AoVqEI/AAAAAAAAARU/1ffMpy7MoNo/s72-c/Ian%27s+4+wheeler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-3133189299368448903</id><published>2009-03-19T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:44:04.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKuc4GGFXI/AAAAAAAAARM/r6f4ohIQBnU/s1600-h/Ian+checking+it+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315002321368126834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKuc4GGFXI/AAAAAAAAARM/r6f4ohIQBnU/s320/Ian+checking+it+out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKuQ_UdduI/AAAAAAAAARE/a-7idpRg6Vw/s1600-h/Putting+up+ornaments.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315002117148997346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKuQ_UdduI/AAAAAAAAARE/a-7idpRg6Vw/s320/Putting+up+ornaments.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKuD5Fw0_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Txfvmj7k7d0/s1600-h/Girls+with+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315001892138439666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKuD5Fw0_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Txfvmj7k7d0/s320/Girls+with+tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKt1YBmbkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MRZA62S3zuA/s1600-h/Inflatable.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315001642744442434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKt1YBmbkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MRZA62S3zuA/s320/Inflatable.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKtnOZMaCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ApL-sf8dzUk/s1600-h/girls+helping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315001399640877090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKtnOZMaCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ApL-sf8dzUk/s320/girls+helping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKtVHEMKGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Zpmze-6Qu10/s1600-h/Everybody+helping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315001088436086882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKtVHEMKGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Zpmze-6Qu10/s320/Everybody+helping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so of course this was back in November, but I got behind, so I'm catching you up! Unfortunately, I don't know how to change the date that the post has marked. So anyway, the kids really play a role in helping decorate for the holidays now. The girls pretty much put all the ornaments on the tree (minus the ones I won't let them touch!). We went truly cheesy this year and put up our first, and only I'd say, inflatable. Eric bought it last year on clearance, so it was a fun surprise when we opened our storage totes! It was a big hit and well worth the neighborly humiliation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-3133189299368448903?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/3133189299368448903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=3133189299368448903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/3133189299368448903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/3133189299368448903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/ScKuc4GGFXI/AAAAAAAAARM/r6f4ohIQBnU/s72-c/Ian+checking+it+out.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7562459800302795611</id><published>2009-02-26T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:07:25.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire is mesmerizing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SadYyvm8tKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/B6s_nZwssZM/s1600-h/Fire+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308314675950754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SadYyvm8tKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/B6s_nZwssZM/s400/Fire+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SadYkV0q5NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CbXc7t8-MCk/s1600-h/Fire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308067236013266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SadYkV0q5NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CbXc7t8-MCk/s400/Fire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the thousands of dollars worth of toys and entertainment we have collected over the years for our children, the simplest things are still the most successful in keeping their attention. Take for example, the fireplace. The mystique of the glowing warmth and crackling comfort never fades. We have to constantly remind them to stay back, in fact, as they can't seem to get a good enough look at it each time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7562459800302795611?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7562459800302795611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7562459800302795611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7562459800302795611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7562459800302795611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-is-mesmerizing.html' title='Fire is mesmerizing'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SadYyvm8tKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/B6s_nZwssZM/s72-c/Fire+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-3813258007051374942</id><published>2009-02-24T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:03:05.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire can sleep anywhere...and has!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaTCy1FJDeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/m8yZCWIFJvc/s1600-h/Claire+at+top+of+stairs+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306580439447178722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaTCy1FJDeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/m8yZCWIFJvc/s400/Claire+at+top+of+stairs+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaTCm5snsoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2OIU_Et7HYs/s1600-h/Claire+at+top+of+stairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306580234528076418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaTCm5snsoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2OIU_Et7HYs/s400/Claire+at+top+of+stairs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls both develop a problem with sleepwalking when they're five. Megan did it, and now like clockwork, so has Claire. As a result, we find them sleeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; strangest places. When Eric and I came up to bed tonight, there was Claire, soundly asleep with all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accoutrement&lt;/span&gt; that she requires at bedtime. We have no idea what time she moved there, but there she was none the less. Kids...they keep us guessing, don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-3813258007051374942?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/3813258007051374942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=3813258007051374942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/3813258007051374942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/3813258007051374942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/claire-can-sleep-anywhereand-has.html' title='Claire can sleep anywhere...and has!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaTCy1FJDeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/m8yZCWIFJvc/s72-c/Claire+at+top+of+stairs+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-1880834140911191609</id><published>2009-02-23T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:14:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeble attempts at a Christmas card picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaNX5Qxl9qI/AAAAAAAAAP8/-b58GNmOs1A/s1600-h/decent+try.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306181427239712418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaNX5Qxl9qI/AAAAAAAAAP8/-b58GNmOs1A/s400/decent+try.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaNXntvvtuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2vbKqLhHFZc/s1600-h/2nd+try.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306181125778945762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaNXntvvtuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2vbKqLhHFZc/s320/2nd+try.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaNXUMoeKaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mZjdS__Kdb0/s1600-h/1st+try.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306180790472550818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaNXUMoeKaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mZjdS__Kdb0/s320/1st+try.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an act to save money this year, I tried to get a good picture of the kids myself that could go on our Christmas card. Does anyone reading this have ANY idea how hard it is to get three kids six and under to simultaneously look at the camera and smile. It would have been worth the photographer fees. I ended up using a picture I took over the summer that was unplanned and unposed. Says a lot about life, doesn't? Stop trying so hard and the good stuff will just happen when it's good and ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-1880834140911191609?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/1880834140911191609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=1880834140911191609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1880834140911191609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1880834140911191609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeble-attempts-at-christmas-card.html' title='Feeble attempts at a Christmas card picture'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SaNX5Qxl9qI/AAAAAAAAAP8/-b58GNmOs1A/s72-c/decent+try.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-6316694089198637068</id><published>2009-02-19T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:29:07.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start 'em early</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ4xcsa2RkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vFwKkatt-24/s1600-h/Ian+driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304731780118890050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ4xcsa2RkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vFwKkatt-24/s400/Ian+driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric thought it would be funny to let Ian pretend to drive. Unfortunately, this led to some toddler entitlement issues. I'm sure you can all imagine how much fun it was to try and get him in his own seat for about a week, but that's what Dads do. They plant seeds of fun ideas and the Moms rip the seedlings from the ground.  We're symbiotic that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-6316694089198637068?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6316694089198637068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=6316694089198637068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6316694089198637068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6316694089198637068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/start-em-early.html' title='Start &apos;em early'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ4xcsa2RkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vFwKkatt-24/s72-c/Ian+driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-737071671953257275</id><published>2009-02-19T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:52:10.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick Or Treating with Grandma Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ3GVoIpsCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9FmexXrUMAU/s1600-h/grandma+great+and+the+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304614010965569570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ3GVoIpsCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9FmexXrUMAU/s320/grandma+great+and+the+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ3GFmR8CEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/t05te7ZbcaU/s1600-h/the+fish+tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304613735589742658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ3GFmR8CEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/t05te7ZbcaU/s320/the+fish+tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ3FsUOqK3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/bsDNB57Hxb4/s1600-h/grandma+great+and+Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304613301247421298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ3FsUOqK3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/bsDNB57Hxb4/s320/grandma+great+and+Ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids thought Grandma Great would like to see them in their costumes. They were right! She was so happy to see them, as were the others that live in her nursing home. Grandma Great was having a great day and was able to truly enjoy our visit. The kids not only look forward to seeing her, but also to seeing the huge fish tank in the dining room. Grandma finally gave up trying to compete for their attention and just decided to hang out at the fish tank with them. I guess 88 years of wisdom helps you pick your battles wisely! It was a special visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-737071671953257275?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/737071671953257275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=737071671953257275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/737071671953257275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/737071671953257275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/trick-or-treating-with-grandma-great.html' title='Trick Or Treating with Grandma Great'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZ3GVoIpsCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9FmexXrUMAU/s72-c/grandma+great+and+the+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-2367981990003409091</id><published>2009-02-18T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:01:03.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick Or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZwiikVHzuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8N8Ev3Z9G9Y/s1600-h/trick+or+treat!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304152438398766818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZwiikVHzuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8N8Ev3Z9G9Y/s320/trick+or+treat!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZwiUxUVK4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/O8PFtjaR-Tw/s1600-h/ian+checks+it+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304152201366940546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZwiUxUVK4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/O8PFtjaR-Tw/s320/ian+checks+it+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZwiBM_5ZUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/O7H4xetjUDQ/s1600-h/Everybody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304151865200043330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZwiBM_5ZUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/O7H4xetjUDQ/s320/Everybody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween 2008. This year we couldn't have had better weather. It was a mild evening with very little breeze. Each year the girls go a little further around the neighborhood. Megan and I stayed out another thirty minutes after Eric and Claire cried uncle. Ian was done too (done yelling at me to open another piece!). Aunt Jenny and Uncle Mark, their boys, and all the Zimmermans joined us too! This was the first time that all the cousins got to trick-or-treat together, which was fantastic. It was a great holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-2367981990003409091?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2367981990003409091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=2367981990003409091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2367981990003409091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2367981990003409091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick Or Treat'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZwiikVHzuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8N8Ev3Z9G9Y/s72-c/trick+or+treat!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-681392616965893831</id><published>2009-02-12T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:15:45.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSfZJWJI0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7slfvUtzmBM/s1600-h/Strauss"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302037915676255042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSfZJWJI0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7slfvUtzmBM/s320/Strauss%27s+at+zoo+boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSen05wEBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4RQo_oGgU38/s1600-h/Ian+as+Elmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302037068374872082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSen05wEBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4RQo_oGgU38/s200/Ian+as+Elmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSd6EJBI5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/FSLxDnOhzCA/s1600-h/Elmo+Claire+on+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302036282191455122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSd6EJBI5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/FSLxDnOhzCA/s200/Elmo+Claire+on+slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSdim72XuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oXQV2siRoDU/s1600-h/Meg+is+Elmo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302035879214604002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSdim72XuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oXQV2siRoDU/s200/Meg+is+Elmo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year, we really look forward to Halloween at the Zoo. They keep it open a little later, decorate &lt;em&gt;everything,&lt;/em&gt; and even hand out candy. The kids really love another opportunity to wear their costumes too. Claire was quite a hit as Wall-E. She got tons of comments and lots of kids were pointing her out to their parents. Good job, Eric, for making such a cool costume. Megan went pretty much unrecognized as Ming-Ming from Wonder Pets, but she's a trail-blazer. Next year everyone will be a Wonder Pet. Ian wore our beloved Elmo costume that all our kids wear for their 2nd Halloween. Mommy was Minnie Mouse, and Daddy was super creative and went as a Mechanical Engineer for Chip Ganassi Racing. When Claire asked what he was, he said he was the coolest Dad. Oh, ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-681392616965893831?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/681392616965893831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=681392616965893831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/681392616965893831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/681392616965893831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/zoo-boo.html' title='Zoo BOO!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SZSfZJWJI0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7slfvUtzmBM/s72-c/Strauss%27s+at+zoo+boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-8925055643346348655</id><published>2009-02-05T14:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:26:30.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtnRn1BrXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/O5FKqe05cIQ/s1600-h/Birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299442938978348402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtnRn1BrXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/O5FKqe05cIQ/s320/Birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtnCGaL4HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AjfNX2VrGFQ/s1600-h/Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299442672309362802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtnCGaL4HI/AAAAAAAAAN8/AjfNX2VrGFQ/s320/Ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtm1Czvi9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/dxPgXKl3A7c/s1600-h/Strauss+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299442448004516818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtm1Czvi9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/dxPgXKl3A7c/s320/Strauss+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtl1OB3CAI/AAAAAAAAANs/wgOEAnOlGEI/s1600-h/Mimi+and+Pap+with+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299441351504889858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtl1OB3CAI/AAAAAAAAANs/wgOEAnOlGEI/s320/Mimi+and+Pap+with+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Papa's Birthday this year, he wanted to go to Metamora. It's a small town in southern Indiana that is all shops. Most of the people live in their stores. It's very quaint and very charming. His sister, Ginger, has a store there called Ginni V's. The Witcher-Brashers, Mom and Dad, and the Strauss's were all available that day. We walked the town, had the most bland bean soup in history for lunch, and tailgated with birthday cake! It's just the way Dad like to spend his birthdays...or any day for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-8925055643346348655?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/8925055643346348655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=8925055643346348655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/8925055643346348655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/8925055643346348655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/papas-birthday.html' title='Papa&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtnRn1BrXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/O5FKqe05cIQ/s72-c/Birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7154014645058772343</id><published>2009-02-05T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:08:05.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Briar Kids, Unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299437739666283874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtii-4bnWI/AAAAAAAAANc/UDlSqLZnzEY/s320/Pumpkin+all+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299437110671471490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYth-XsYc4I/AAAAAAAAANU/d_1hnzcqWQs/s320/Working+together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299436281196115666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYthOFqC9tI/AAAAAAAAANE/jL0zVCFQmx4/s320/Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYthmlQHT8I/AAAAAAAAANM/5pbPMt0xwZQ/s1600-h/All+the+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299436701994143682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYthmlQHT8I/AAAAAAAAANM/5pbPMt0xwZQ/s320/All+the+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in my house and the kids were all outside. I noticed I hadn't heard them for a few minutes (never a good sign) so I went out to check on them. What I found was adorable. Completely without being asked, my three along with the three boys next door were raking leaves. They actually did a pretty nice job too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7154014645058772343?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7154014645058772343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7154014645058772343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7154014645058772343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7154014645058772343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-briar-kids-unite.html' title='Sweet Briar Kids, Unite!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtii-4bnWI/AAAAAAAAANc/UDlSqLZnzEY/s72-c/Pumpkin+all+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7948644099403083553</id><published>2009-02-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:50:48.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch, the sweaty version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtes8odsWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ec1qGr19Tvs/s1600-h/The+kids+from+the+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299433512814621026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtes8odsWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ec1qGr19Tvs/s320/The+kids+from+the+back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299433230182335410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtecfvrQ7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/S-KRTZhC-LU/s320/The+Strauss%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYteNvcklnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xgmdp24Csr8/s1600-h/Meg+found+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299432976699135602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYteNvcklnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xgmdp24Csr8/s320/Meg+found+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYteBjLf3xI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gdw1GopSkdY/s1600-h/Ian+found+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299432767247867666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYteBjLf3xI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gdw1GopSkdY/s320/Ian+found+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtd1fF5V6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/U2oKsc6Je6E/s1600-h/Daddy+and+Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299432559992199074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtd1fF5V6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/U2oKsc6Je6E/s320/Daddy+and+Ian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtdldpX0gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2ioXgz7YOtE/s1600-h/All+the+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299432284726219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtdldpX0gI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2ioXgz7YOtE/s320/All+the+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew we'd be sweaty, miserable beasts at the pumpkin patch in late October? But that's precisely what we were. Despite the heat, we did it all...animals, rides, games, and pumpkins. It's even more fun this year now that Ian is no longer stroller bound and can join in the fun with his sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7948644099403083553?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7948644099403083553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7948644099403083553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7948644099403083553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7948644099403083553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2009/02/pumpkin-patch-sweaty-version.html' title='Pumpkin Patch, the sweaty version'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SYtes8odsWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ec1qGr19Tvs/s72-c/The+kids+from+the+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-2040189667347712912</id><published>2008-11-19T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:27:53.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween at Dance Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SSSRx8P-RtI/AAAAAAAAAME/jzC-P6nd1N4/s1600-h/At+the+bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270497751103063762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SSSRx8P-RtI/AAAAAAAAAME/jzC-P6nd1N4/s320/At+the+bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SSSRkogZmII/AAAAAAAAAL8/lmV2KVnJrS8/s1600-h/Dance+Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270497522464954498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SSSRkogZmII/AAAAAAAAAL8/lmV2KVnJrS8/s320/Dance+Class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We truly got our money's worth (or time's worth since they were homemade this year) out of their costumes. Their first opportunity to wear them was to dance class. All the dancers come to class dressed up the week of Halloween. Even their teacher, Miss Sue wears her giant pumpkin costume. They were a bit cumbersome and Megan's even suffered some popped stiches, but they were determined to wear them! Megan was Ming-Ming the superhero duck from Wonderpets and Claire was Wall-E (yes, we're still in the midst of that obsession). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-2040189667347712912?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2040189667347712912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=2040189667347712912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2040189667347712912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2040189667347712912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-at-dance-class.html' title='Halloween at Dance Class'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SSSRx8P-RtI/AAAAAAAAAME/jzC-P6nd1N4/s72-c/At+the+bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-5128921542420166846</id><published>2008-10-08T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:38:25.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to have a roll in ze hay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1ES7TKlWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TlS2NVNab1E/s1600-h/four+of+us+on+hayride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254931432157648226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1ES7TKlWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TlS2NVNab1E/s320/four+of+us+on+hayride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1EGi1lTAI/AAAAAAAAALs/rP8OMJzZddk/s1600-h/Daddy+and+Meg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254931219432688642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1EGi1lTAI/AAAAAAAAALs/rP8OMJzZddk/s320/Daddy+and+Meg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1D6KWAwCI/AAAAAAAAALk/kFjT_rxzAWU/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254931006699388962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1D6KWAwCI/AAAAAAAAALk/kFjT_rxzAWU/s320/Mommy+and+Claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1DrHIddUI/AAAAAAAAALc/AhOzAwIdB_w/s1600-h/Under+the+pumpkin+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254930748139205954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1DrHIddUI/AAAAAAAAALc/AhOzAwIdB_w/s320/Under+the+pumpkin+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend, our church had a hayride/weenie roast at Stoneycreek Farms. That is right up our alley. We love Fall and all activities that it includes. We got to play games, roast hot dogs and smores, play with friends from church, and take a pleasantly long hayride. The highlite for the girls were their glow in the dark bracelets (that and all you can eat individual bags of chips). Ian stayed with Mimi so we could stay out extra late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-5128921542420166846?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5128921542420166846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=5128921542420166846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5128921542420166846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5128921542420166846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-like-to-have-roll-in-ze-hay.html' title='Would you like to have a roll in ze hay?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO1ES7TKlWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TlS2NVNab1E/s72-c/four+of+us+on+hayride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7024135415013049076</id><published>2008-10-08T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:22:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't remember liking the bus this much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO08hWMU57I/AAAAAAAAALU/PFrtjRJfCiM/s1600-h/Meg+on+bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254922883801868210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO08hWMU57I/AAAAAAAAALU/PFrtjRJfCiM/s320/Meg+on+bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO08M7OOGCI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZSZIxGxIwIE/s1600-h/Bus+stop+buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254922532964669474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO08M7OOGCI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZSZIxGxIwIE/s320/Bus+stop+buddies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO07rmgGdPI/AAAAAAAAALE/UiKRjjT45QY/s1600-h/Running+to+stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254921960466838770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO07rmgGdPI/AAAAAAAAALE/UiKRjjT45QY/s320/Running+to+stop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies, toys, bikes, trips, museums, zoos...the list of things we buy for and do with our children could go on for days. Who knew all we had to do was put her on public transit? She is absolutely giddy to run to the bus stop every morning. She's ready to go about twenty minutes before she needs to leave and she struggles to wait in the house. What's the appeal? I wish I got as excited for anything as she does to ride the bus each day. Kudos, Megan. Embrace the simple things, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7024135415013049076?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7024135415013049076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7024135415013049076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7024135415013049076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7024135415013049076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-remember-liking-bus-this-month.html' title='I don&apos;t remember liking the bus this much'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO08hWMU57I/AAAAAAAAALU/PFrtjRJfCiM/s72-c/Meg+on+bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-2895999399789008071</id><published>2008-10-08T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:57:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan's second first day of first grade (say that ten times fast!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO06gTh01XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4V9o8s6JGe0/s1600-h/Excited+after+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254920666883609970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO06gTh01XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4V9o8s6JGe0/s320/Excited+after+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO06C_yhuJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xDTg805KZYk/s1600-h/Meg+1st+day+1st+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254920163368745106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO06C_yhuJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xDTg805KZYk/s320/Meg+1st+day+1st+grade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Wednesday, Megan started at Cumberland Road Elementary. She was so excited to get to ride the bus! I, of course, felt a little ill as they pulled away. She did great! We are happy to announce she has adapted well. She is blessed with a wonderful teacher that we believe truly cares about Megan thriving at school.  She has made friends, learned their routines quickly, and looks forward to going every day. What a trooper she's been. That is one amazing kid. Thanks, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-2895999399789008071?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2895999399789008071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=2895999399789008071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2895999399789008071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2895999399789008071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/10/megans-second-first-day-of-first-grade.html' title='Megan&apos;s second first day of first grade (say that ten times fast!)'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO06gTh01XI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4V9o8s6JGe0/s72-c/Excited+after+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4960581770302419023</id><published>2008-10-08T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:27:35.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chief Mechanic, front left tire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO03Xx7vveI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K2tKIgx5UCc/s1600-h/Around+the+house+and+meg+1st+grade+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254917221891685858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO03Xx7vveI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K2tKIgx5UCc/s320/Around+the+house+and+meg+1st+grade+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO03LyMssSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bcxm1bsEYdw/s1600-h/Around+the+house+and+meg+1st+grade+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254917015804358946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO03LyMssSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bcxm1bsEYdw/s320/Around+the+house+and+meg+1st+grade+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO0293grrdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8VgLPF-sbQA/s1600-h/Around+the+house+and+meg+1st+grade+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254916776712187346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO0293grrdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/8VgLPF-sbQA/s320/Around+the+house+and+meg+1st+grade+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This apple didn't fall far from the tree. Ian likes to be out in the garage when Eric's working on his car. Last week, Eric was taking his tires off and apparantly Ian was paying attention. Yesterday, he went out the garage and picked up the correct tool (I do not know what it's called) and went to the car to try and loosen the bolts himself. Eric was beaming with pride. I smell a go-cart purchase coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4960581770302419023?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4960581770302419023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4960581770302419023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4960581770302419023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4960581770302419023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/10/chief-mechanic-front-left-tire.html' title='Chief Mechanic, front left tire'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SO03Xx7vveI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K2tKIgx5UCc/s72-c/Around+the+house+and+meg+1st+grade+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-5567855505928791290</id><published>2008-09-30T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:16:03.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252002896487121458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLcztxwAjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/A5bRRTLpaC0/s400/Strauss+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252002064718404450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 7px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLcDTMom2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/xqyCOMTPLtk/s320/Strauss+kids.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I know I could never come close to understanding Christ's love for us, but I'm starting to get it. An hour ago, I was so frustrated with Claire, I had to walk away from her for fear of handling the situation with her very badly. Now, as I look at pictures I took yesterday, I am smiling thinking about her. That has to be something like what God feels for us, I would imagine. We break his heart everyday with sin and our stupid choices. But at the end of the day, he's still smiling down on us with more love than I can fathom. Pretty darn cool. Lord, please grant me the patience to deal with my blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-5567855505928791290?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/5567855505928791290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=5567855505928791290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5567855505928791290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/5567855505928791290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/starting-to-get-it.html' title='Starting to get it'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLcztxwAjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/A5bRRTLpaC0/s72-c/Strauss+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-3469113921234208074</id><published>2008-09-30T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:04:48.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and Dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLZswqCn9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/haeTljEPgcU/s1600-h/Annabelle+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251999478466125778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLZswqCn9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/haeTljEPgcU/s320/Annabelle+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLZZPBdkrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9S24jCJqfDA/s1600-h/Annabelle+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251999143020040882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLZZPBdkrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9S24jCJqfDA/s320/Annabelle+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLZEZXUHQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kaOBZubxFxc/s1600-h/Annabelle+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251998785018797314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLZEZXUHQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kaOBZubxFxc/s320/Annabelle+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prrof positive that he's all boy...he LOVES dirt. If I can't find him for more than a couple minutes when we're outside, I know he's up to his elbows in it. This morning when I dropped him off at school, I looked down and his right hand was mysteriously covered in dirt. I thin kit's coming out of his pores now. Oh well, the girls like to be clean. Two out of three ain't bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-3469113921234208074?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/3469113921234208074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=3469113921234208074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/3469113921234208074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/3469113921234208074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/down-and-dirty.html' title='Down and Dirty'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SOLZswqCn9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/haeTljEPgcU/s72-c/Annabelle+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-6592806812264086622</id><published>2008-09-26T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:29:16.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give those noses a break...let's pick apples!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2oaWF9TtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OVCULxBEoLo/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250537911144500946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2oaWF9TtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OVCULxBEoLo/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2oNRS6p_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/cpegnYwqJdM/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250537686518376434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2oNRS6p_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/cpegnYwqJdM/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2n8xv2u9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/lQMPfBT39pM/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250537403171912658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2n8xv2u9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/lQMPfBT39pM/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2nuegnTVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4NLsAuTZRYI/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250537157489544530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2nuegnTVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4NLsAuTZRYI/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2neH9ZTJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jnKFoPPsgCk/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250536876558339218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2neH9ZTJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jnKFoPPsgCk/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2nTbBpRJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ez3ArUpz8CM/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250536692697875602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2nTbBpRJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ez3ArUpz8CM/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2nD5zAFEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tiEU0daqLgE/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250536426080048194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2nD5zAFEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tiEU0daqLgE/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2m0SaAJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/25vd7teE01c/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250536157808175042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2m0SaAJ8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/25vd7teE01c/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2mmeT3ZGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F6KqhHvxwbQ/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250535920485491810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2mmeT3ZGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F6KqhHvxwbQ/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2mIa5ZHdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/29acfsHNjUA/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250535404173073874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2mIa5ZHdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/29acfsHNjUA/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2l6zU_enI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XzP_WFAbU20/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250535170213116530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2l6zU_enI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XzP_WFAbU20/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2lpxaCHDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ReGNL2kkBss/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250534877639613490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2lpxaCHDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ReGNL2kkBss/s200/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, picking apples in 80 degree burning sunshine was not ideal, but the cider slushies that followed were. They were enjoying themselves for about an hour, then we hit a wall. Ian especially enjoyed pulling the wagon himself. If fact, he wouldn't let anyone else even try! So, we took our 15 pounds of apples and headed home. The baking has been fierce and steady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-6592806812264086622?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6592806812264086622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=6592806812264086622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6592806812264086622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6592806812264086622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/give-those-noses-breaklets-pick-apples.html' title='Give those noses a break...let&apos;s pick apples!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2oaWF9TtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OVCULxBEoLo/s72-c/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-1054045785132987526</id><published>2008-09-26T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:12:57.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a handy little man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2kr8w9ikI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gre8rRRZeVo/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250533815536683586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2kr8w9ikI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gre8rRRZeVo/s320/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2kgE0hv1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AKorrdXBgGg/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250533611540692818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2kgE0hv1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AKorrdXBgGg/s320/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2kUhImh-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6k09CppRkuQ/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250533412982654946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2kUhImh-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6k09CppRkuQ/s320/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian loves jobs around the house. His favorite is sweeping and/or vacuuming. Hand him a broom and he's happy for hours. He also likes to water my plants. Unfortunately, we had about a week recently when the pots on the front porch were empty. That did not stop him from getting his work done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-1054045785132987526?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/1054045785132987526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=1054045785132987526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1054045785132987526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1054045785132987526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-handy-little-man.html' title='What a handy little man!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2kr8w9ikI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gre8rRRZeVo/s72-c/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4843802229359475245</id><published>2008-09-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:08:31.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's First FIRST day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2jZY2f_nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wd29axfjHLg/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250532397146963570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2jZY2f_nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wd29axfjHLg/s320/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2jNJuZLMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RumBDlqk57E/s1600-h/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250532186928000194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2jNJuZLMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RumBDlqk57E/s320/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read that right. 19 month old Ian James has followed in his sisters' proud tradition and is attending God's Kids pre-school. He goes Tuesdays from 9-2, which is just enough time for Mommy to remember how fun he is to be around. He loved his first day. His teacher said he even made a friend, Brendan. His favorite part of the day, however, was the fire drill. Apparantly he thought the alarms and organized chaos were quite hilarious. I'm so in for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4843802229359475245?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4843802229359475245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4843802229359475245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4843802229359475245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4843802229359475245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/ians-first-first-day-of-school.html' title='Ian&apos;s First FIRST day of school'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2jZY2f_nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wd29axfjHLg/s72-c/Germanfest,+Ian+1st+day+school,+Apple+Orchard+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-6665929234250437220</id><published>2008-09-26T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:01:41.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2h-Guw7dI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GEvdwcqgp0w/s1600-h/IMG_7821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250530828914585042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2h-Guw7dI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GEvdwcqgp0w/s400/IMG_7821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2hxAD8IlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bNYgqqu2x0Y/s1600-h/IMG_7820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250530603786052178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2hxAD8IlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bNYgqqu2x0Y/s400/IMG_7820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have entered year two of dance class. They have moved up from "Creative Movement" to "Pre-Ballet". I think Claire could have used another year of Creative Movement, but they both are very happy to get suited up and go every Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-6665929234250437220?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/6665929234250437220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=6665929234250437220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6665929234250437220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/6665929234250437220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/dancing-queens.html' title='Dancing Queens'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2h-Guw7dI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GEvdwcqgp0w/s72-c/IMG_7821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-4652041843182963367</id><published>2008-09-26T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:56:52.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Great Grandpa Strauss's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250528739998925010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2gEg6dgNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Tml8kzEJ5Qs/s200/IMG_7914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250528570309482018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2f6oxWFiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mHnAR2e3Nxw/s200/IMG_7908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250528381902656930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2fvq5qFaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4szvedI08tw/s200/IMG_7891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250528126721573762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2fg0Rvw4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/lhrVhYtTNmk/s200/IMG_7889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250527832002001346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2fPqXH-cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z6PsBsywgWo/s200/IMG_7876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250527608217171890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2fCosqd7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/12N3SbHBRPY/s200/IMG_7875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250527306953626482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2exGZ1k3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/McIeLSOnDKM/s200/IMG_7854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250527036633173074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2ehXYazFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2R2cQbN9KU8/s200/IMG_7853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250526527026565986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2eDs8vE2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/wJBXWJweVts/s200/IMG_7846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250526054644810114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2doNMJgYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1DiE2Cd1Jbc/s200/IMG_7837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A favorite tradition we look forward to each year is all the Strauss's heading south to Fairfield Glade, TN, to spend Labor day weekend with Great Grandpa Strauss. He's 81 this year and still golfs almost every day of the week. He always has new jokes for us (though not always for the younger Strauss's) and we all love seeing him each year. Alonf with that, we get to see lots of cousins, aunts, and uncles. Our kids travel pretty easily (thank you, God, for in car DVD) so it's a fun trip for all. The girls really got the hang of putt-putt this year and got some holes in one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-4652041843182963367?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/4652041843182963367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=4652041843182963367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4652041843182963367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/4652041843182963367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-to-great-grandpa-strausss.html' title='Trip to Great Grandpa Strauss&apos;s'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2gEg6dgNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Tml8kzEJ5Qs/s72-c/IMG_7914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-2088382108914778054</id><published>2008-09-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:37:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's "1st day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2cX08GcuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6JC5cHjDuUk/s1600-h/IMG_7813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250524673745515234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2cX08GcuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6JC5cHjDuUk/s320/IMG_7813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2cIzMJhxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PxnMI0ixD8g/s1600-h/IMG_7811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250524415577917202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2cIzMJhxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PxnMI0ixD8g/s320/IMG_7811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2b7jzqeQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OKcob_l39Z8/s1600-h/IMG_7809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250524188110387458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2b7jzqeQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OKcob_l39Z8/s320/IMG_7809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire had two days at Heritage before the "change", so I thought I'd go ahead and show how cute and happy she was that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-2088382108914778054?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2088382108914778054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=2088382108914778054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2088382108914778054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2088382108914778054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/claires-1st-day.html' title='Claire&apos;s &quot;1st day&quot;'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SN2cX08GcuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6JC5cHjDuUk/s72-c/IMG_7813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-3502253550691461975</id><published>2008-09-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:31:24.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I forgot I set this up.  We've had a crazy last month and this fell low in the totem pole.  For those of you who don't know, Heritage did not work out for us.  I'm sure they're doing lots of good things there, but we did not experience that.  Megan, as many of you know, needs a little extra help communicating and staying focused, and that was not something they were willing to help her with.  Let me make clear that we are not Heritage haters.  They just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;'t right for our family's needs.  God has protected sweet little Megan's heart and mind and she has moved on easily and willingly.  I have been homeschooling her while Eric and I have been carefully praying and discovering what are her best options.  We are happy to say that she will be starting 1st grade at our local public school on Wednesday next week where they have already welcomed her with open arms.  We appreciate all the prayers and well wishes from all of you while we've been going through this tough time.   I will have new first day of school pics for her next week!  Claire, is Claire, so we don't worry about her.  She's going to Kindergarten at E91 (where they've gone since they were babies) and is infinitely happy there.  Thanks, God for making the best of a yucky situation!  Life trial #8768, check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-3502253550691461975?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/3502253550691461975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=3502253550691461975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/3502253550691461975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/3502253550691461975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogger-of-year.html' title='Blogger of the Year'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7042933833884590535</id><published>2008-08-23T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:47:33.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBbJ4rRBxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/y1PsspNgQg8/s1600-h/on+my+finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786592022693650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBbJ4rRBxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/y1PsspNgQg8/s320/on+my+finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBa5V5Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/muj0nd6mN7w/s1600-h/Monarch+on+lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786307808316274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBa5V5Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/muj0nd6mN7w/s320/Monarch+on+lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBarmRCpFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TngOfirO4Pc/s1600-h/Meg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237786071684785234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBarmRCpFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TngOfirO4Pc/s320/Meg%27s+idea+of+heaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBZsU9W9nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CBJBVs4Yzro/s1600-h/Open+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237784984707069554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBZsU9W9nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CBJBVs4Yzro/s320/Open+wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBZa6RYkoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cH2OdpQTBdM/s1600-h/Butterfly+with+red+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237784685485527682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBZa6RYkoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cH2OdpQTBdM/s320/Butterfly+with+red+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One really important thing for Megan was to see the butterflies at the White River Gardens. it certainly was something to see. There are so many, they are literally flying into you as you walk through. It was Megan's idea of Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7042933833884590535?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7042933833884590535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7042933833884590535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7042933833884590535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7042933833884590535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBbJ4rRBxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/y1PsspNgQg8/s72-c/on+my+finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-565068058916443195</id><published>2008-08-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:48:34.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBY63yPGgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ygbwsBuGnDA/s1600-h/big+girl+now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237784135062198786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBY63yPGgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ygbwsBuGnDA/s200/big+girl+now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBYteMuV6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/RQ0lsh2tY7o/s1600-h/meg+and+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237783904855676834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBYteMuV6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/RQ0lsh2tY7o/s200/meg+and+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBYlAqa7RI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qZDhceWgqEs/s1600-h/Meg+and+Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237783759488216338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBYlAqa7RI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qZDhceWgqEs/s200/Meg+and+Mommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBYZsQTMXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MHcfOJqEfoE/s1600-h/one+more+kiss+from+Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237783565031387506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBYZsQTMXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MHcfOJqEfoE/s200/one+more+kiss+from+Claire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBYDxe2plI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B-dehdxseGg/s1600-h/Megan+at+her+desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237783188477486674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 24px" height="61" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBYDxe2plI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B-dehdxseGg/s200/Megan+at+her+desk.jpg" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBXjxOb_lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_w_kGkG6Dp8/s1600-h/Meg+with+pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237782638652816978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBXjxOb_lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/_w_kGkG6Dp8/s200/Meg+with+pack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBXA94P_8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/yb6OcYmrlH0/s1600-h/first+grader+Megan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237782040753995714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBXA94P_8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/yb6OcYmrlH0/s200/first+grader+Megan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, it's official. Megan is a first grader. She, of course, was willing and eager. Mommy actually held it together pretty well until the parking lot where I cried on Daddy's shoulder (his eyes were wet too). She did great her first morning, but got a little overwhelmed that afternoon. But by the second day, she was getting the hang of it and was still happy when I picked her up! I'm sure I'll blink twice and this year will be a faint memory. Unreal, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-565068058916443195?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/565068058916443195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=565068058916443195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/565068058916443195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/565068058916443195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-day.html' title='The big day'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBY63yPGgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ygbwsBuGnDA/s72-c/big+girl+now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-1604499924907605314</id><published>2008-08-23T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:25:49.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then, the museum again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBV4ooM1LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S9ojXVuxBvE/s1600-h/Jonah+was+with+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237780798098953394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBV4ooM1LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S9ojXVuxBvE/s200/Jonah+was+with+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBVuHBGfoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yM-BcjYtyVE/s1600-h/Ian+plays+in+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237780617277898370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBVuHBGfoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yM-BcjYtyVE/s200/Ian+plays+in+water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBVhwDvIQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7vzVAHuv-bw/s1600-h/Ian+driving+digger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237780404956504322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBVhwDvIQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7vzVAHuv-bw/s200/Ian+driving+digger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBVS_WZ44I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M4NBS15R1pI/s1600-h/Girls+with+Rex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237780151363298178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBVS_WZ44I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M4NBS15R1pI/s200/Girls+with+Rex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a must. And this time was even better, because Jenni and Jonah Hufford joined us! He is hilarious and the Strauss kids love having him around. Mommy enjoys Jenni's company as well as Jonah, so we all win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-1604499924907605314?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/1604499924907605314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=1604499924907605314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1604499924907605314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/1604499924907605314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/then-museum-again.html' title='Then, the museum again'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBV4ooM1LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S9ojXVuxBvE/s72-c/Jonah+was+with+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-581492314665867624</id><published>2008-08-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:19:47.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBUnbt5oGI/AAAAAAAAADs/NTwCHfxDTIE/s1600-h/whole+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237779403063795810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBUnbt5oGI/AAAAAAAAADs/NTwCHfxDTIE/s200/whole+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBUdALFNlI/AAAAAAAAADk/d1YquO-wLUg/s1600-h/Where+did+it+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237779223871305298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBUdALFNlI/AAAAAAAAADk/d1YquO-wLUg/s200/Where+did+it+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBUVmogsNI/AAAAAAAAADc/WdL0O0QtGwA/s1600-h/There"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237779096756334802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBUVmogsNI/AAAAAAAAADc/WdL0O0QtGwA/s200/There%27s+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBToF9wisI/AAAAAAAAADM/rYEwYmBIGX0/s1600-h/Meg+loves+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237778314892970690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBToF9wisI/AAAAAAAAADM/rYEwYmBIGX0/s200/Meg+loves+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237778734605395074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBUAhg_5II/AAAAAAAAADU/cglu7I3g0n8/s200/the+boys.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBTHjYq4UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JeCJ891ml84/s1600-h/Girls+by+the+shark+tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237777755854790978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBTHjYq4UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JeCJ891ml84/s200/Girls+by+the+shark+tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBTWRNb20I/AAAAAAAAADE/7tTv8WsxXKU/s1600-h/Looking+for+a+pony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237778008673868610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBTWRNb20I/AAAAAAAAADE/7tTv8WsxXKU/s200/Looking+for+a+pony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237777622672191890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBS_zPdsZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lL7f7i_1WMk/s200/Claire+loved+the+goats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBSQv233tI/AAAAAAAAACk/UQgRS8OUZ5I/s1600-h/Strauss+kids+at+the+zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237776814309891794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBSQv233tI/AAAAAAAAACk/UQgRS8OUZ5I/s200/Strauss+kids+at+the+zoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237777276893497346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBSrrHZiAI/AAAAAAAAACs/vu32TEPRJIo/s200/charlie+the+tortoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last few days before school, we tried to squeeze in all our favorite things. First, we went to the zoo, and Daddy got to go with us! This was Ian's first time as a toddler, so he was really experiencing it for the first time. The weather was ideal and we all had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-581492314665867624?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/581492314665867624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=581492314665867624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/581492314665867624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/581492314665867624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-zoo.html' title='Trip to the zoo'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SLBUnbt5oGI/AAAAAAAAADs/NTwCHfxDTIE/s72-c/whole+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-269196642517745874</id><published>2008-08-18T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:11:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan melts my heart</title><content type='html'>Last night, before I went ot bed, I went in to tuck in the girls.  Megan was in the bathroom, so I helped her back to bed in her sleepy stupor.  Once she laid down, I kissed her and told her how special she is.  Then, half awake and with eyes closed, she said "God made me special".   You are too right, amazing girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-269196642517745874?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/269196642517745874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=269196642517745874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/269196642517745874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/269196642517745874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/megan-melts-my-heart.html' title='Megan melts my heart'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-2480644616141522517</id><published>2008-08-14T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:52:40.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal but true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSyOw7dRI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ecp1Yl6FRWE/s1600-h/Ian+on+dinosaur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234540427309970706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSyOw7dRI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ecp1Yl6FRWE/s200/Ian+on+dinosaur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSo6ds2jI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zs0-927F1J0/s1600-h/Ian+with+popsicle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234540267241790002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSo6ds2jI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zs0-927F1J0/s200/Ian+with+popsicle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234540092363950706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSeu_kynI/AAAAAAAAACM/8J9ywB9PNNk/s200/popcicles+on+the+playground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSJAOOKfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/quTTGdH32gw/s1600-h/Megan+at+her+desk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234539719031663090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSJAOOKfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/quTTGdH32gw/s200/Megan+at+her+desk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234539539419577138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTR-jHXOzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gtgFI3qwnZg/s200/Claire+swinging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSTusu2MI/AAAAAAAAACE/j0Zh2T3UqGM/s1600-h/Megan+outside+her+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234539903306356930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSTusu2MI/AAAAAAAAACE/j0Zh2T3UqGM/s200/Megan+outside+her+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTRzxK-7uI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xj_NRh5ddMo/s1600-h/Claire+in+cubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234539354214297314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTRzxK-7uI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xj_NRh5ddMo/s200/Claire+in+cubby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight I took my girls to the Welcome Dinner at their school. I was doing so well until I saw Megan's class list posted, and the tears came. It was real. First grade is here. I'm so jealous of her teacher. She gets to spend all day with her now and I don't. Six and a half years were not enough. Claire, on the other hand, gets out at 10:30, so I will now know to cherish this year with her. Ian is still around too...tiny buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are in no way hesitant and extremely excited. We are blessed with an amazing school (Heritage Christian) and know without a doubt when they're not with us, this is the best place they can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-2480644616141522517?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/2480644616141522517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=2480644616141522517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2480644616141522517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/2480644616141522517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/surreal-but-true.html' title='Surreal but true'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTSyOw7dRI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ecp1Yl6FRWE/s72-c/Ian+on+dinosaur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-9144370815777876622</id><published>2008-08-12T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:53:28.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>Last week amidst the perfect weather lay one rainy day.  We snapped up the chance to go to the Children's Museum.  For those of you who haven't been, it is WELL worth the trip.  We have had a membership for four years, and we still haven't seen everything.  The girls were very into the dinosaurs this time (it's something different each time).  Ian, on the other hand, thought the Curious George exhibit was right up his alley.  He loved every puppet he saw and showed them just how much with lots of "muh-wah!' kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-9144370815777876622?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/9144370815777876622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=9144370815777876622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/9144370815777876622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/9144370815777876622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/childrens-museum.html' title='Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-160503586788730376</id><published>2008-08-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:55:31.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKJZ0JL0wRI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z3-nzOeD16k/s1600-h/Claire"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233844469311521042" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKJYiGfY_kI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TA8caSWgJqw/s320/Claire%27s+5th+b-day+002.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-160503586788730376?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/160503586788730376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=160503586788730376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/160503586788730376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/160503586788730376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKJZ0JL0wRI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z3-nzOeD16k/s72-c/Claire%27s+5th+b-day+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377161634289332982.post-7365951658795534037</id><published>2008-08-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:35:14.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I give</title><content type='html'>Alright.  I've had enough people ask me to do this, so I'm in.   Knowing how much I enjoy looking at all of my friends' blogs, I figure I could return the voyueristic favor.  I don't know how long I'll update, or if I even know how, but I'll try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1377161634289332982-7365951658795534037?l=fishersstrauss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/feeds/7365951658795534037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1377161634289332982&amp;postID=7365951658795534037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7365951658795534037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1377161634289332982/posts/default/7365951658795534037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishersstrauss.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-give.html' title='Ok, I give'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16596968849732898790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPn79QqY0xU/SKTP_1qVkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ez3KVr9wBvo/S220/us+at+church+banquet'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
