<?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-6594904107069369043</id><updated>2011-10-10T21:40:31.934-07:00</updated><category term='1/12/11'/><title type='text'>Five Looking Sharp</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8319416306189731102</id><published>2011-05-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T07:14:14.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running the Dolittle Farm</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but wild animals think they live here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding.&amp;nbsp; Over the past 11 years that we have lived here we have experienced nature up close and personal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had birds living in our vents.&amp;nbsp; Try taking a shower with bird chatter over your head...Creepy!&amp;nbsp; And wait until one of them DIES and begins to STINK.&amp;nbsp; Delicious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had rabbits dwelling under our porch stairs, in our flower bed, and (my personal favorite) in our square foot garden.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing more fun than digging in the dirt and discovering a nest of baby bunnies that you are in horror that you almost accidentally decapitated!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a d9275c16d546="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuiKuuMKONM/TdPRnord0xI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DLFNRjzTAY0/s1600/DSC03947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuiKuuMKONM/TdPRnord0xI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DLFNRjzTAY0/s320/DSC03947.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day when you come down for breakfast and glance out your window, you see that all those cute babies are strewn across your garden in a bloody mess.&amp;nbsp; The guilt that maybe it was your fault for disturbing the nest is overshadowed by the cover story you have to invent to keep your kids from wanting to go visit the bunnies before school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had lizards hiding in the garage.&amp;nbsp; Which is not so bad, until one day you discover that the garage door has squished one.&amp;nbsp; And your husband is out of town.&amp;nbsp; And you get to clean up the nastiness yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most recently, we have had birds again.&amp;nbsp; This time they are roosting in the newspaper slot of our mailbox.&amp;nbsp; This is the fourth year they have set up home there despite Eric repeatedly removing nests (before they lay eggs - if there are eggs, we leave it alone like any good Samaritan) and despite blocking the entrance to the box.&amp;nbsp; Trust me they are persistent little buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with their occupation is two fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I shake in fear every time I check the mail because I know that at any moment a birdie missile will come racing out and startle me - even though I know it's coming.&amp;nbsp; Hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly, more often than not, there are casualties lying on the ground in front of the mailbox.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have learned that birds are cruel little creatures that have no qualms with throwing their babies out of the nest if they are not making the grade.&amp;nbsp; I know, I didn't believe it at first, either...until I saw it first hand.&amp;nbsp; It is quite harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a d9275c16d546="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrP8OJO-I6Q/TdPRC1PNBZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/O9O2fSWcdYs/s1600/DSC00586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TrP8OJO-I6Q/TdPRC1PNBZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/O9O2fSWcdYs/s320/DSC00586.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8319416306189731102?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8319416306189731102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/05/running-dolittle-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8319416306189731102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8319416306189731102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/05/running-dolittle-farm.html' title='Running the Dolittle Farm'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuiKuuMKONM/TdPRnord0xI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DLFNRjzTAY0/s72-c/DSC03947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-6307198926490849037</id><published>2011-05-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:33:16.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Family Night</title><content type='html'>We all know how inexplicably wonderful getting your whole family together for an activity can be.&amp;nbsp; We all know how super easy it is to get them to sit still long enough to have an in-depth gospel discussion.&amp;nbsp; And we all know how marvelous it is to make food that everyone agrees on and no one complains or makes rude comments about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling the sarcasm yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp; I have to admit that this week was an (almost) perfect family night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those times when all the stars were aligned, all the kids were cheerful AND helpful, and the fates smiled down upon us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to record it for posterity because I fear it may never happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we began with the activity - it was just about to rain and we didn't want to miss out!&amp;nbsp; Lilly saw some silly string at the dollar store a few days earlier and in a moment of inspiration planned the family activity. (Thankfully it was her turn to do so!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was World String War I - every man or woman for herself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a g85714fb1294="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7c4vOg17rk/TdLK8qSv3vI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QUmuqKf_gCs/s1600/DSC00566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7c4vOg17rk/TdLK8qSv3vI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QUmuqKf_gCs/s320/DSC00566.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a g85714fb1294="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eF2SF4evwI0/TdLLE4EmN6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/7eA_38OAaeI/s1600/DSC00568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eF2SF4evwI0/TdLLE4EmN6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/7eA_38OAaeI/s320/DSC00568.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a g85714fb1294="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRA3rMo3CkI/TdLLKBsZmZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ddMKVJvP7EM/s1600/DSC00569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRA3rMo3CkI/TdLLKBsZmZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ddMKVJvP7EM/s320/DSC00569.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we finally ran out of string and it started to rain, we moved the party inside for a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned about the Sabbath Day.&amp;nbsp; We learned a new song about the Sabbath.&amp;nbsp; And we made a poster of fun things we can do on Sunday to keep the Sabbath holy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went extremely well.&amp;nbsp; Maybe there was some inspiration in having the run around activity first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a g85714fb1294="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oEGWm2WUhNc/TdLLfCtVy-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/A3eAH-LxxeU/s1600/DSC00573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oEGWm2WUhNc/TdLLfCtVy-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/A3eAH-LxxeU/s320/DSC00573.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And finally, we replenished our sugar stores with some home-made microwaved S'mores!&amp;nbsp; YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a g85714fb1294="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGbEO2jrq4A/TdLL4R48l4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/O7IOEdMhwTk/s1600/DSC00578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGbEO2jrq4A/TdLL4R48l4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/O7IOEdMhwTk/s320/DSC00578.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am still in awe that it all went so well:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-6307198926490849037?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/6307198926490849037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect-family-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6307198926490849037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6307198926490849037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect-family-night.html' title='The Perfect Family Night'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n7c4vOg17rk/TdLK8qSv3vI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/QUmuqKf_gCs/s72-c/DSC00566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-2380144574203905466</id><published>2011-05-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:52:16.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Funnest Things</title><content type='html'>In honor of Mother's Day, here are 10 of my most favorite sayings by my three kiddos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; While visiting Epcot at Disney World this past December, Emmett  excitedly announced while we were visiting "China" -&amp;nbsp; "Look!&amp;nbsp; Now I have  TWO Chinas!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Two year old Hannah used to refer to the 12 Apostles from Church as  the 12 Impossibles.&amp;nbsp; So, while watching General Conference , she would  cuddle up with me and ask all serious like, "Is that one of the 12  Impossibles talking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Whenever 4 year old Lilly wanted to convince us of the seriousness  of a situation or ascertain if something really was true, she would  always say (or ask) "For real and whole life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Emmett has made a new hybrid word from "Owies" and "Boo boos" when  referring to any type of injury he may encounter.&amp;nbsp; He now calls them his  "boobies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; When 2 year old Lilly decided she wanted to learn the names of all  the Presidents of the Church, we decided it was a worthy goal for our  whole family.&amp;nbsp; So every night after reading the scriptures we would  review the Prophets.&amp;nbsp; Lilly's favorites were "Lorenzo Snow White" and  "David Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Hannah used to call elevators "alligators" and escalators  "Eskimos."&amp;nbsp; In fond remembrance, we still refer to them as such when no  one outside of our family is listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; The first time we took Emmett back to our hotel in China (after  knowing him for only about an hour), he surprised us all by walking up  to the telephone. picking it up, and mimicking "Hello" after I said it!&amp;nbsp;  His version was a bit more like "Henno," but still pretty remarkable  for a kid who had never heard English before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; One day during Sacrament meeting at Church, a 3 year old Hannah  whispered to me that she was really thirsty.&amp;nbsp; I told her I would take  her to get a drink as soon as the Sacrament was finished being passed.&amp;nbsp;  She tried to be patient, but I could hear her mumble quietly that she  was really, really, really thirsty.&amp;nbsp; When the young man with the tray of  bread finally came to us, Hannah took one look at the tray and began  wailing "But I'm not HUNGRY, I'm THIRSTY!"&amp;nbsp; Everyone around us found it  quite humorous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; One day Emmett was sharing with us all the good info he learned at  preschool about Fire Safety.&amp;nbsp; He told us if there was a fire we were  supposed to call 911 and inform them "Der a fawa a my hou!"&amp;nbsp; (Translation  : There's a fire at my house.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for speech class and that  so far he hasn't had to save our family!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; When Lilly was two years old, people would ask her how old she was.&amp;nbsp;  She would proudly raise her 2 pudgy fingers with her curls bouncing,  look at them with her big blue eyes and tell them "I'm TOO much!"&amp;nbsp; The  best part is that we didn't even teach her that:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-2380144574203905466?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/2380144574203905466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/05/kids-say-funnest-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2380144574203905466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2380144574203905466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/05/kids-say-funnest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Funnest Things'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-4580822707250210909</id><published>2011-03-31T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T05:43:38.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 minutes, 30 Seconds Too Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a b7fa977fdc="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqzKijrZ9D0/TZRyugjQjtI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bSkXRWEV4NE/s1600/DSC00385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is what happens when your 6 year old decides to heat a leftover calzone in the microwave...for FIVE minutes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a b7fa977fdc="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqzKijrZ9D0/TZRyugjQjtI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bSkXRWEV4NE/s1600/DSC00385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqzKijrZ9D0/TZRyugjQjtI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bSkXRWEV4NE/s320/DSC00385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How could such a thing happen you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had left to pick up Emmett from school and Hannah (our almost 16 year old) was in the bathroom showering when Lilly got a craving.&amp;nbsp; Being Lilly, she took matters in her own hands - even though she has been told repeatedly that she is NOT ALLOWED to use the microwave on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From reports, I learned that Hannah heard the fire alarms go off, jumped out of the shower (her worst nightmare realized), threw some clothes on her dripping form, and ran downstairs to a foyer, kitchen, and family room filled with smoke!&amp;nbsp; Lilly was no where to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when she called me in a panic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was able to talk her through it and she soon discovered there was no fire - just a charred calzone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about Lilly, you may be wondering?&amp;nbsp; She had ran out of the house -barefoot and coatless in the 40 degree rain/hail- and down the street at the first sound of the alarm.&amp;nbsp; She left Hannah behind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can only get the burn stench out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a b7fa977fdc="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFCVrk_B6AA/TZR2r3ZCmBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pKrMzRkI3AE/s1600/DSC00387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFCVrk_B6AA/TZR2r3ZCmBI/AAAAAAAAAcE/pKrMzRkI3AE/s320/DSC00387.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, the windows are open airing out the house even though it is only 40 degrees and raining!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-4580822707250210909?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/4580822707250210909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-minutes-30-seconds-too-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/4580822707250210909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/4580822707250210909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-minutes-30-seconds-too-long.html' title='4 minutes, 30 Seconds Too Long'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqzKijrZ9D0/TZRyugjQjtI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bSkXRWEV4NE/s72-c/DSC00385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-3158994295670144702</id><published>2011-03-24T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:29:02.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha Again!</title><content type='html'>Happy 2nd Gotcha Day, Emmett!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy to have had two loud, energetic, goofy, cuddly, and exciting years with Emmett!&amp;nbsp; Looking back it seems like we were just in China yesterday, but at the same time it feels like he has been with us forever.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to remember our family without Emmett chit-chatting nonstop from morning to night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or making impromptu guns (even after repeated sanctioning from his parents) out of paper, sticks, tinker toys, Legos, play dough, or whatever else he is currently playing with.&amp;nbsp; What would sacrament meeting be with out having to whisper repeatedly that we don't shoot people at church - especially the Bishopric who make lovely targets behind the pulpit, or without having to go yow-yow approximately every ten minutes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How boring car rides would be without a little voice CONSTANTLY yapping in the back seat (I've discovered that he can hold a whole conversation with himself if I just occasionally grunt acknowledgment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't our house be too quiet without the pitter-patter of his tiny feet as they race through the kitchen or around the living room, stopping only to do a somersault across the couch or bum-scoot as fast as lightening down the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who wants a perfectly clean house anyway when you can have walls and furniture decorated with artwork? (Don't ask about the coloring on the OUTSIDE of our house or the red dye marks on his bedroom furniture.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, dining out, going to a museum, or any other public arena would be so drab without the the constant oohing and aahing over Emmett as he charms his way through life.&amp;nbsp; Preschool would be a bore if he didn't show up to get the party started.&amp;nbsp; We wouldn't even know the definition of "charisma" if we didn't live with it everyday and see the huge effect such a tiny person can have on the world at large.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we are so fortunate to have this huge personality in that little body as part of our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so fortunate to have a little boy we can call our very own son.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pP7RBzhQHHQ/TYtG_LGxXxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1A-igbnKSwI/s1600/DSC00353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pP7RBzhQHHQ/TYtG_LGxXxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1A-igbnKSwI/s320/DSC00353.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-3158994295670144702?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/3158994295670144702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/03/gotcha-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3158994295670144702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3158994295670144702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/03/gotcha-again.html' title='Gotcha Again!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pP7RBzhQHHQ/TYtG_LGxXxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1A-igbnKSwI/s72-c/DSC00353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-5575640547320004583</id><published>2011-03-19T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:40:56.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It!</title><content type='html'>Now, those who know me know that I am a self professed sewing dummy.&amp;nbsp; I try to avoid the whole ordeal.&amp;nbsp; But when I saw this project I just had to try it.&amp;nbsp; I thought to myself that it looks easy enough for even me to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UdKygMld6Uo/TYub1Mto1GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XZGd5KEIlk4/s1600/DSC00347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UdKygMld6Uo/TYub1Mto1GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XZGd5KEIlk4/s1600/DSC00347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UdKygMld6Uo/TYub1Mto1GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XZGd5KEIlk4/s320/DSC00347.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first applique.&amp;nbsp; I am quite proud of it.&amp;nbsp; It only took me an hour - not quite the 20 minutes it was supposed to take, but not too bad for a non-sewer.&amp;nbsp; I gave it away as a gift at a party that Lilly went to on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; What little girl wouldn't want this rainbow T?&amp;nbsp; And the best part is that I was able to maintain my Scrooge like status and boycott the buying of any more toys - even for other people's children!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a million ideas: birthday shirts, Easter outfits, gifts, etc.&amp;nbsp; I am on a roll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-5575640547320004583?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/5575640547320004583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5575640547320004583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5575640547320004583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UdKygMld6Uo/TYub1Mto1GI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XZGd5KEIlk4/s72-c/DSC00347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-7613822864473256723</id><published>2011-02-26T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T07:06:21.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CgKQL18fTSQ/TYtOg5krdWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DoEQtXAUXGA/s1600/DSC00333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CgKQL18fTSQ/TYtOg5krdWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DoEQtXAUXGA/s320/DSC00333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year's Governor School's Snowball dance was another fun success for Hannah and her pals.&amp;nbsp; Check out how lovely they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mtM6MY673rw/TYtO2xE4cLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yMeV7rVwWR8/s1600/DSC00337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mtM6MY673rw/TYtO2xE4cLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/yMeV7rVwWR8/s320/DSC00337.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anna, Hannah, and Abby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mumudulXPc0/TYtO7_kP8GI/AAAAAAAAAbo/j2wgaDI4J-A/s1600/DSC00338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mumudulXPc0/TYtO7_kP8GI/AAAAAAAAAbo/j2wgaDI4J-A/s320/DSC00338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sophomore Year Crew at the pre-dance dinner&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VFMk2Fg2agY/TYtPBeBipOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2xD9H2DB4H4/s1600/DSC00339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-7613822864473256723?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/7613822864473256723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7613822864473256723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7613822864473256723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-ball.html' title='Snow Ball'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CgKQL18fTSQ/TYtOg5krdWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DoEQtXAUXGA/s72-c/DSC00333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-1966947129578850180</id><published>2011-02-11T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:47:39.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Fun</title><content type='html'>Lilly and I decided it would be super fun to have a&amp;nbsp; crafting Valentine's Day Soiree.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invited eight of her creative buddies and got the party started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-x-tU5kTbbkE/TYtJym4gvWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/QtSNmm7S0gM/s1600/DSC00290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hsvFz4ABsnw/TYtKKpuTN0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/JWjE4nmq4Jo/s1600/DSC00300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hsvFz4ABsnw/TYtKKpuTN0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/JWjE4nmq4Jo/s320/DSC00300.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We made valentine's from craft foam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BV3K2BO_pjQ/TYtJ3fh9qRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DFwRc-wdfiM/s1600/DSC00292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BV3K2BO_pjQ/TYtJ3fh9qRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DFwRc-wdfiM/s320/DSC00292.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a garland from wrapping paper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6PY_HLSK3_A/TYtKAsX5KjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TkXv7gOVtec/s1600/DSC00295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6PY_HLSK3_A/TYtKAsX5KjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TkXv7gOVtec/s320/DSC00295.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship pins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VA7kAR1QsgE/TYtKFnyrkCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/iWABtWK2iuA/s1600/DSC00296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VA7kAR1QsgE/TYtKFnyrkCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/iWABtWK2iuA/s320/DSC00296.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gluten-free peanut butter balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D2eLOGOM7ek/TYtKQG62f3I/AAAAAAAAAac/m77ZcBlqSS8/s1600/DSC00306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-D2eLOGOM7ek/TYtKQG62f3I/AAAAAAAAAac/m77ZcBlqSS8/s320/DSC00306.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rKqST5CPNUg/TYtKVKV1f1I/AAAAAAAAAag/IzAd7RwsUBo/s1600/DSC00315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rKqST5CPNUg/TYtKVKV1f1I/AAAAAAAAAag/IzAd7RwsUBo/s320/DSC00315.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v25Zp6m77_4/TYtKfYVa5MI/AAAAAAAAAao/DW-ig0iGQXw/s1600/DSC00324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-v25Zp6m77_4/TYtKfYVa5MI/AAAAAAAAAao/DW-ig0iGQXw/s320/DSC00324.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T2W9GXBdjcM/TYtKaC5AKCI/AAAAAAAAAak/cNlioecHr8Q/s1600/DSC00320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T2W9GXBdjcM/TYtKaC5AKCI/AAAAAAAAAak/cNlioecHr8Q/s320/DSC00320.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So messy and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-1966947129578850180?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/1966947129578850180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/1966947129578850180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/1966947129578850180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-fun.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Fun'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hsvFz4ABsnw/TYtKKpuTN0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/JWjE4nmq4Jo/s72-c/DSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-7160675098056592085</id><published>2011-02-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T06:56:55.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots and Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3dW7Sk0q1nI/TYtMPX272cI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Rqpv653qgtE/s1600/DSC00284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some hand made Valentine decorations the Kiddos and I made to decorate our lovely home.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3dW7Sk0q1nI/TYtMPX272cI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Rqpv653qgtE/s1600/DSC00284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3dW7Sk0q1nI/TYtMPX272cI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Rqpv653qgtE/s320/DSC00284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually roped Hannah and her friends (who were over for a movie night) into making hearts for this lovely garland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TXH99rYQRgo/TYtMFvDAo0I/AAAAAAAAAas/fTKq7L8D3qE/s1600/DSC00290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TXH99rYQRgo/TYtMFvDAo0I/AAAAAAAAAas/fTKq7L8D3qE/s320/DSC00290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tissue paper sun catchers were a blast to make&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w-IG_tGdF_Y/TYtMhU1LbpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t96Wy7rF_4Q/s1600/DSC00289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w-IG_tGdF_Y/TYtMhU1LbpI/AAAAAAAAAbA/t96Wy7rF_4Q/s320/DSC00289.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how lovely the light is through the paper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0pVcMT-fQs/TYtMSk87IKI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3uB-YrIrbGA/s1600/DSC00286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E0pVcMT-fQs/TYtMSk87IKI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3uB-YrIrbGA/s320/DSC00286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love-Bots!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bbe893a4486f5bfb9130="true" href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KybGaESp9oY/TYtMXdjxXtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SaD20UvLjOE/s1600/DSC00287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KybGaESp9oY/TYtMXdjxXtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SaD20UvLjOE/s320/DSC00287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Family of Love-Bots!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-7160675098056592085?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/7160675098056592085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/robots-and-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7160675098056592085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7160675098056592085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/robots-and-hearts.html' title='Robots and Hearts'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3dW7Sk0q1nI/TYtMPX272cI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Rqpv653qgtE/s72-c/DSC00284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-2495441487911651291</id><published>2011-02-02T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:49:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>After a very busy weekend and a "snow day" home from school, I am happy to say that I have a quiet house to myself for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking: LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you may think I will be running around the house in my underwear and sunglasses while singing classic rock songs into my hairbrush, I will share with you how I plan to spend those few quiet hours in gruelling, agonizing hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a book on tape to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish invitations for Lilly's Valentine's Day party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make valentine's for both Lilly and Emmett's classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find out if Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow. (Happy Ground Hog Day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, if I have enough time left, I need to make some plans for our Chinese New Year dinner tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&amp;nbsp; How do I ever find the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-2495441487911651291?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/2495441487911651291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2495441487911651291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2495441487911651291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-5105502308712268362</id><published>2011-02-01T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:36:34.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again?  The Mystery of the Lost Snow Storm</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning at 5:20am like usual.&amp;nbsp; Since there had been a threat of freezing rain during the night, I asked Hannah to check to make sure school had not been delayed.&amp;nbsp; She grumpily assured me that everything was normal so we both got ready for Seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6:02 Hannah and I were the only ones sitting in my basement.&amp;nbsp; Feeling slightly suspicious of the fact there were not 13 other sleepy teenagers sharing the lovely church issued table, I asked Hannah to check once again about school.&amp;nbsp; And lo and behold, school had been closed for the day! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With wide grins and a few grumbles that we were both awake when we could have been sleeping, Hannah and I made our way upstairs.&amp;nbsp; We waited a few minutes to make sure no one came.&amp;nbsp; Four students showed up (late I might add) and were shewed away amongst joyous calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that really bothers me is where did the bad weather go?&amp;nbsp; Sure it rained during the night, but there was no ice I could detect.&amp;nbsp; And what about the call for snow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite hilarious that our district cancels school at the THREAT of snow.&amp;nbsp; No snow present needed to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this former Ohioan just doesn't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-5105502308712268362?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/5105502308712268362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/again-mystery-of-lost-snow-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5105502308712268362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5105502308712268362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/02/again-mystery-of-lost-snow-storm.html' title='Again?  The Mystery of the Lost Snow Storm'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-4061582021062321533</id><published>2011-01-29T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:21:27.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days that flew by in a rush.&amp;nbsp; I can barely recall its beginning or ending.&amp;nbsp; But I sure remember the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the fun pleasure of being the craft organizer for our annual FCC (Families with Children from China) celebration of Chinese New Year.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I was super excited to come up with some ideas that would be indicative of New Year and The Year of the Rabbit.&amp;nbsp; Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The ever so popular Chinese lantern.&amp;nbsp; They looked amazing strung up across the tables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmP5Hzr1QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9MC7dHxSnOo/s1600/DSC00281.JPG" i855a87d6="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmP5Hzr1QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9MC7dHxSnOo/s320/DSC00281.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of the lanterns Emmett made after we took it home.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shakers to be used in the Dragon parade.&amp;nbsp; Funny, enough the children were too busy being dragons that they forgot to use their shakers!&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmPwrL_73I/AAAAAAAAAZc/AQG0SwhN7qg/s1600/DSC00277.JPG" i855a87d6="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmPwrL_73I/AAAAAAAAAZc/AQG0SwhN7qg/s320/DSC00277.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmP0uVsNwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7vem1SGLKa8/s1600/DSC00279.JPG" i855a87d6="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmP0uVsNwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7vem1SGLKa8/s320/DSC00279.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess which children are Lilly and Emmett?&amp;nbsp; I'll give you a hint: they are not in Chinese clothing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shrink-a-dink rabbit necklaces and zipper pulls.&amp;nbsp; This was a HUGE hit.&amp;nbsp; I literally spent 4 hours helping children (I think there were about 60 kids) trace, color, cut, punch, and string beads.&amp;nbsp; My fingers were raw when we were finished.&amp;nbsp; But they were totally fab! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmP97JpOiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bic4AoBHZck/s1600/DSC00282.JPG" i855a87d6="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmP97JpOiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bic4AoBHZck/s320/DSC00282.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;Gung Hay Fat Choy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmPtVJbi5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/4jyFSIHYwv4/s1600/DSC00276.JPG" i855a87d6="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmPtVJbi5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/4jyFSIHYwv4/s320/DSC00276.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are in our matching Chinese t-shirts!&amp;nbsp; What a CUTE family!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-4061582021062321533?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/4061582021062321533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/4061582021062321533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/4061582021062321533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUmP5Hzr1QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9MC7dHxSnOo/s72-c/DSC00281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-3215722076318804918</id><published>2011-01-27T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:41:13.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but sometimes I just can't help myself.&amp;nbsp; That's how I felt this morning anyway when I saw Hannah quietly cuddled up in blankets enjoying a sleep in on this snow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when it hit me that I should probably wake her up...by singing OPERA of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a lung full of air and a suppressed grin, I tiptoed to the bed and let it rip!&amp;nbsp; I hit some notes that I am certain only dogs can hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a startled yelp she opened her eyes, sat up , and announced "I'm awake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music to my ears. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-3215722076318804918?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/3215722076318804918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3215722076318804918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3215722076318804918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-5910880254320515816</id><published>2011-01-26T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:06:36.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Lilly stayed home with a 100.8 degree temperature.&amp;nbsp; She was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not often that Lilly and I get a day alone, so we had to fill it with some creative collaborations.&amp;nbsp; We decided to make some Valentine's Day decorations for her upcoming party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we made a paper chain to drape across our dining room chandelier.&amp;nbsp; All it took was 6 - 12x12 scrapbook papers in pink and red colors and a stapler (we tried double sided tape at first, but it was not doing so well with the thicker paper).&amp;nbsp; Lilly had to take some time to figure out how to successfully hold the paper and stapler at the same time.&amp;nbsp; But after a few times, she was a pro! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBuufWckoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bD7p4oK82WI/s1600/DSC00238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBuufWckoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bD7p4oK82WI/s320/DSC00238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still struggling to figure it out.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBux1l8SXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CZYXdFUFYRI/s1600/DSC00243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBux1l8SXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CZYXdFUFYRI/s320/DSC00243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBu2ANKw9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/xB0qMRaf8Ko/s1600/DSC00249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBu2ANKw9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/xB0qMRaf8Ko/s320/DSC00249.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at Lilly modeling our paper boa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBu67mhWPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/UItkyZQ4QIA/s1600/DSC00252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBu67mhWPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/UItkyZQ4QIA/s320/DSC00252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished product - but looks a bit plain...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we decided we needed to make a tissue paper flower to fancy it up a bit (we ARE Fancy Nancy fans after all).&amp;nbsp; Lilly had a fun time helping me fold the paper and hang our beautiful flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBu_gqYAgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IsG5KS-V1Mw/s1600/DSC00254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBu_gqYAgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IsG5KS-V1Mw/s320/DSC00254.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fold 10 sheets of tissue paper accordion style.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBvEmIu4qI/AAAAAAAAAZA/EebQlTF0N7s/s1600/DSC00255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBvEmIu4qI/AAAAAAAAAZA/EebQlTF0N7s/s320/DSC00255.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tie a pipe cleaner tightly around the middle.&amp;nbsp; Make sure to make a loop with the extra for hanging.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBvJmlROFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qwL-h2EorPE/s1600/DSC00256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBvJmlROFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qwL-h2EorPE/s320/DSC00256.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pull five sheets one direction, and five the other direction.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBvOZbLUvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NbuTDx0oMhA/s1600/DSC00260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBvOZbLUvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NbuTDx0oMhA/s320/DSC00260.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that is MUCH fancier!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad start to our party decorations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-5910880254320515816?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/5910880254320515816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/sick-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5910880254320515816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5910880254320515816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBuufWckoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bD7p4oK82WI/s72-c/DSC00238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-2885773323284047299</id><published>2011-01-25T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:10:17.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance!</title><content type='html'>We are so excited to announce that Emmet is now cast free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer will we have to endure baths in the sink that turn into wrestling matches as we try to pin Emmet down long enough to wash his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bd41dee4d19f6="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBxQGILvjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5q1eyFjSvBk/s1600/DSC00235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBxQGILvjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5q1eyFjSvBk/s320/DSC00235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer will we need to cover his cast with one of Eric's socks thus leading to an epidemic of holey, mismatched socks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no longer will we have to smell his stinky little foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how excited I was to give his foot a bath.&amp;nbsp; Except it was really icky as six weeks of dead skin and scabs were washed away.&amp;nbsp; Hannah and I were laughing hysterically because every where Emmett sat he left a pile of discarded skin cells behind.&amp;nbsp; Way Yuck! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-2885773323284047299?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/2885773323284047299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-riddance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2885773323284047299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2885773323284047299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-riddance.html' title='Good Riddance!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TUBxQGILvjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/5q1eyFjSvBk/s72-c/DSC00235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-6986462775360011273</id><published>2011-01-21T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:55:11.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cease Fire</title><content type='html'>Our 6 year old little Darling has a way with big temper tantrums.&amp;nbsp; Most of them are associated with clothes.&amp;nbsp; Like most children she is uber-sensitive about the way the seam in her socks fits on her toes, but my personal favorite clothing complaint is the one about how her shirts bunch up around the neck whenever she inexplicably stretches her arms out in front of her and crosses them at the wrists.&amp;nbsp; No matter how many times I try to tell her that there is absolutely no reason she should have to do that during any given normal day, she remains unconvinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disagreement between us has gone on for months.&amp;nbsp; The pinnacle of the Clothing Wars was the day Eric had to physically hold her down while I put a shirt over her head.&amp;nbsp; It was at this fine moment that it occurred to me that maybe this wasn't how all families with young girls started out their mornings.&amp;nbsp; Things had to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the internet came to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a quick search and found this really interesting topic: Sensory Disorders.&amp;nbsp; Many people with this issue have problems with clothing.&amp;nbsp; Of course Lilly doesn't have this issue, but she definitely has Issues with clothes.&amp;nbsp; And as I was reading, I found this really neat cure for the Issue at hand: rub different textured items over the body to get the skin used to different sensations so that the sufferer will get used to these textures and realize that clothing is not going to hurt them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I began the Ritual.&amp;nbsp; I took a flat paddle brush and scraped it over Lilly'e entire body while she stood there in her undies with a perplexed "have you gone crazy" look on her face.&amp;nbsp; I nobly explained to her that this was a type of Occupational Therapy that helps people with clothing Issues.&amp;nbsp; The next day it was a dry Loofah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day she was miraculously cured and never complained about how her clothes felt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally we still have disagreements about what is fashionable.&amp;nbsp; For instance, there was a period of months that Lilly would only wear what she called her "Horse Rider" clothes.&amp;nbsp; Basically this meant she had only two pairs of bottoms that she would wear: a pair of purple capri leggings or a pair of knee length denim shorts.&amp;nbsp; (Note: Oddly enough she refused to wear either of these articles of clothing during the summer when they were appropriate.&amp;nbsp; Instead she waited until the cold days of November to decide they were acceptable).&amp;nbsp; Then she would add a nicely worn out t-shirt and tuck it into the waistband of the chosen bottoms.&amp;nbsp; To finish the ensemble, she would wear her knee high black leather boots.&amp;nbsp; And Voila!&amp;nbsp; Horse Rider extraordinaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To negotiate a cease fire of the Clothing Wars, I came up with a bribing system.&amp;nbsp; For every 7 days that she wears the outfit I pick out for her, she gets a treat.&amp;nbsp; Today ended the first week of said negotiations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly has a brand new fashionable Barbie and I have a brand new fashionable daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is fair in love and war.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-6986462775360011273?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/6986462775360011273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/cease-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6986462775360011273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6986462775360011273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/cease-fire.html' title='Cease Fire'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8163758025367042493</id><published>2011-01-16T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:46:56.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This weekend I helped a friend do a "Chocolate Tea Party" for her newly turned five year old daughter.&amp;nbsp; It turned out darling - she did a beautiful job.&amp;nbsp; And it made me remember the "English Garden Tea Party" we did when Hannah turned eight.&amp;nbsp; It would have made Jane Austen herself proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all of you party lovers out there, I decided to post some lovely pictures of lovely girls at a lovely party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAekIcU0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/6S-2EtwQshQ/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAekIcU0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/6S-2EtwQshQ/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+021.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Birthday girl - How beautiful she was in her fancy dress!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;I literally spent months scoping out thrift stores and antique shops for the perfect cup and saucer sets for each girl.&amp;nbsp; I wanted them all to be mismatched and cost less than $2.00 each.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, I gave myself LOTS of time and in the process learned how to make really fancy three tiered stands out of thrift store glass plates and wine glasses!&amp;nbsp; And the best part was that each stand cost less than $1.50 to make.&amp;nbsp; Talk about shabby chic at its cheapest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAfEYDoHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qryayksXZFc/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAfEYDoHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qryayksXZFc/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+023.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Table fit for any English nobility.&amp;nbsp; Check out the tiered stands!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAgf-6cZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/czihjWJVJ3Y/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAgf-6cZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/czihjWJVJ3Y/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+025.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each English beauty received her very own one-of-a-kind tea cup and saucer to take home&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The lovely ladies at the party dined on the finest finger sandwiches, strawberries and cream, assorted cookies, and of course "tea" (which was actually lemonade and punch- we are LDS afterall!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAioG9xtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/e0SfJKxHyV0/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAioG9xtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/e0SfJKxHyV0/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+045.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAjlssoGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/hMEHwnygQiI/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAjlssoGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/hMEHwnygQiI/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+046.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually grew all the flowers in my very own garden!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAiAiqoYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AJejWLketTQ/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAiAiqoYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AJejWLketTQ/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+044.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAlSbcq_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/PfqC9ZMIN3c/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAlSbcq_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/PfqC9ZMIN3c/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+049.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAk-ASY6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/e5vF0wED52o/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAk-ASY6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/e5vF0wED52o/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what English tea party would be complete without dancing?&amp;nbsp; Well, luckily, Eric and I had just started taking English Country Line Dance lessons so I was able to impart some of my newly gained knowledge to my young proteges.&amp;nbsp; But first, they had to be schooled in the art of Fan Language - an essential part of any young ladies education!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAhNFmHYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cz_UQ8BKqLo/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAhNFmHYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/cz_UQ8BKqLo/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+031.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fan was every girls secret weapon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAkWFOt-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uyhibwMK9P8/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAkWFOt-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uyhibwMK9P8/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+047.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all caught on very quickly - maybe it is in every girl's nature to be coy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAmIjqvjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8WK4R0rjSKs/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAmIjqvjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8WK4R0rjSKs/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+089.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practicing for a Ball - Aren't they lovely?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cake was a yummy strawberry and raspberry jello and whipped cream cake.&amp;nbsp; The only objection was that the raspberries decorating the top began to drip down the sides!&amp;nbsp; Hannah had to make a wish fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAmpEOIGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/w73y-f8Jgfw/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAmpEOIGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/w73y-f8Jgfw/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+098.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a c6e4e86f102c6331="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAnZSawcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9T3t_Ew92O4/s1600/Hannah+Birthday+2003+099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAnZSawcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9T3t_Ew92O4/s320/Hannah+Birthday+2003+099.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost makes me want to cry to think back to that party and the little girl who just turned eight, got her ears pierced and was baptized.&amp;nbsp; Now that she is fifteen, I don't often have the opportunity to have parties like this for her.&amp;nbsp; Things have changed and she has changed.&amp;nbsp; Her last party was a murder mystery (I'll post that later) and there were BOYS there!&amp;nbsp; Oh, how time swiftly passes us by!&amp;nbsp; But, happily she is still my little girl who holds my hand when we go to the mall together and who cuddles on the couch with me when we watch Jane Austen movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking, and I agree - I am a lucky mom!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8163758025367042493?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8163758025367042493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8163758025367042493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8163758025367042493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TTPAekIcU0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/6S-2EtwQshQ/s72-c/Hannah+Birthday+2003+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-6372879514687489492</id><published>2011-01-13T05:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T06:00:57.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1/12/11'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread - YUM!</title><content type='html'>It is an irrefutable fact that Lilly ADORES gingerbread.&amp;nbsp; Now, Eric and I have tried many times (unsuccessfully) to figure out which side of the family this taste bud trait follows - neither of us are particularly fond of the spicy cookie.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, I must confess that I never tried it until about three years ago when Lilly had it for the first time in preschool.&amp;nbsp; Because enthusiasm is contagious, I decided I had to try it.&amp;nbsp; I really wasn't that impressed - not that I hated it or anything, I just prefer chocolate chip or peanut butter, or oatmeal, or snickerdoodles....anyone else getting cookie cravings?&amp;nbsp; Anyway, you get the idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession #2 - In all the years we have "made" gingerbread houses (probably 12 years), I have always bought the ready to assemble kits.&amp;nbsp; And, to make matters"worse", about 10 years ago I began hot gluing our houses together!&amp;nbsp; I was fed up with trying to hold the darn thing together with that gloopy frosting stuff!&amp;nbsp; So, I think it is pretty clear why I have never actually eaten gingerbread before Lilly introduced it to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this year, we received a cute little gift from Eric's sister, Sandy.&amp;nbsp; It was a Gingerbread house kit!&amp;nbsp; Complete with directions on how to make your people 3-D.&amp;nbsp; At first I panicked at the excitement that Lilly demonstrated when she saw that we could make our very own gingerbread.&amp;nbsp; Then I remembered that all things in life should be done precept upon precept, so I decided that we could attempt to make JUST the gingerbread people this year from scratch. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one sunny Saturday I gathered the cooking crew (Lilly and Emmett), donned my apron (they did likewise), and we began measuring and mixing.&amp;nbsp; It was a bit messy because my crew insisted on working independently, but I am proud to say that in the end, we had some fabulous gingerbread dough!&amp;nbsp; And a few hours later, we were ready to roll, cut, and bake!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The baking is my favorite part because it makes the whole house smell incredibly delicious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, the best part was the decorating.&amp;nbsp; Lilly insisted that we needed a whole arsenal of decorating delights: frostings, sprinkles, sugars, candies, etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS8DmK61SQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/j_-0eOP2n5g/s1600/DSC00188.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS8DmK61SQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/j_-0eOP2n5g/s320/DSC00188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS8DqKhIKqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2HeAjwZT7HQ/s1600/DSC00189.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS8DqKhIKqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/2HeAjwZT7HQ/s320/DSC00189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I am sure they felt so loved to have received such hand crafted delectable delights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-6372879514687489492?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/6372879514687489492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/gingerbread-yum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6372879514687489492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6372879514687489492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/gingerbread-yum.html' title='Gingerbread - YUM!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS8DmK61SQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/j_-0eOP2n5g/s72-c/DSC00188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-7902811171885847962</id><published>2011-01-11T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:35:52.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny For Your Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Lilly and I were talking the other night and she shared with me some of her future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she wants to live next door to me (Emmett can live on the other side and Hannah across the street).&amp;nbsp; She said that since she will be too big, and I will be too old for us to live together, being neighbors was a good idea.&amp;nbsp; But, she did make me promise that if I decided to move I would call her and let her know.&amp;nbsp; She didn't want to&amp;nbsp; just wake up one day and find that I had moved! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, during the same conversation, she told me that when she grew up she wanted to marry someone younger than her - that way she could be the boss of him!&amp;nbsp; When I was finally able to catch my breath between the fits of laughter, I happily informed her that I didn't think it mattered how old he was, she would still - most likely - boss him around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a bdc8a9219279="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyGyOHg9wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UV6Btmt_kBg/s1600/DSC03590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyGyOHg9wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UV6Btmt_kBg/s320/DSC03590.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't it always fun to get a glimpse of the innermost workings of a child's mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-7902811171885847962?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/7902811171885847962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/penny-for-your-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7902811171885847962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7902811171885847962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/penny-for-your-thoughts.html' title='A Penny For Your Thoughts'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyGyOHg9wI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UV6Btmt_kBg/s72-c/DSC03590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-5334525411555041128</id><published>2010-12-08T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:29:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delightful Disney!</title><content type='html'>I know it sounds crazy, but we really did pack up four kids (Hannah brought her friend, Anna), board a plan and head to Disney World the first week of December!&amp;nbsp; And it was a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hannah and Anna (try saying that 10 times fast), were two single ladies out on the town.&amp;nbsp; Figuratively speaking, mind you. But, knowing that they were of the ripe old age of 15, we felt comfortable letting them go on their own (you have to understand what a HUGE step that is for me).&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine why they would prefer riding all the roller coasters they wanted instead of standing with us in line to visit Mickey's house, but they did.&amp;nbsp; And it sounds like they had too much fun.&amp;nbsp; Just check out some of their pics!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" bdc8a9219279="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyUKYrB6vI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tsdqvDl18ow/s1600/DSC00023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyUKYrB6vI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tsdqvDl18ow/s320/DSC00023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" bdc8a9219279="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyU3tO1hBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/KwaJZ5YQ1w0/s1600/DSC00153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyVFCZW6kI/AAAAAAAAAPs/dEAl8n0HX6w/s320/DSC00135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" bdc8a9219279="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyVKH8ih1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/F9fgwwFngTs/s1600/DSC00151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyVKH8ih1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/F9fgwwFngTs/s320/DSC00151.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly discovered that she was tall enough to ride anything she wanted.&amp;nbsp; So, it was one roller coaster after another for this little thrill seeker.&amp;nbsp; She even conquered her fear of all things dark and creepy to ride Tower of Terror AND Mount Everest!&amp;nbsp; No ride was too high, nor too fast.&amp;nbsp; She was in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" bdc8a9219279="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyOtI8B3KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wtoMh6hTG34/s1600/DSC00167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TSyOtI8B3KI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wtoMh6hTG34/s320/DSC00167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmet was still a wee bit too short to ride most grown up rides, but that did not hinder his fun.&amp;nbsp; He had a great time visiting all the game areas and attracting all kinds of attention with his magnetic personality!&amp;nbsp; He even got to meet some X-Men and a few Jedi - though he was not so sure about Darth Vader!&amp;nbsp; Eric on the other hand was ecstatic to meet his Star Wars icon!&amp;nbsp; Even I got to fill a life long dream of touching a Storm Trooper and finally getting to feel what his costume is made of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pLg87-FI/AAAAAAAAAQI/R1aZ-Zv2x5U/s1600/DSC00039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pLg87-FI/AAAAAAAAAQI/R1aZ-Zv2x5U/s320/DSC00039.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you want-a-be wizards, but are just plain old muggles out there, it will not be too surprising to learn that our family had the time of our lives visiting The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios.&amp;nbsp; We hopped on The Hogwarts Express and and literally got carried away into a new world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3rqUA_yEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/m7LdSTPz67M/s1600/DSC00026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3rqUA_yEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/m7LdSTPz67M/s320/DSC00026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really did live up to our expectations and it was fun to pretend for a day that we were at Hogsmeade.&amp;nbsp; The shops were super fun and delightful to the young (Emmett and Lilly LOVED Honeydukes),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pCjcSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/IVcqlGlX0XE/s1600/DSC00031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pCjcSJ8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/IVcqlGlX0XE/s320/DSC00031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3oswWboII/AAAAAAAAAP8/nvq5Je2E46M/s1600/DSC00033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3oswWboII/AAAAAAAAAP8/nvq5Je2E46M/s320/DSC00033.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teens (can you say Zonkos?) and the "old" (Dervishes and Banges provided some very nice pillows for the basement, thank you very much).&amp;nbsp; But the true magic was to be found on the rides.&amp;nbsp; Flight of the Hippogriff&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Dragon Challenge rides were great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pV7Mp10I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/clNbaNcgWuQ/s1600/DSC00043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pV7Mp10I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/clNbaNcgWuQ/s320/DSC00043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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FORBIDDEN JOURNEY!&amp;nbsp; It was a masterpiece of special effects that could make the most skeptical a believer!&amp;nbsp; Lilly even rode it twice knowing she would come face to face with a Dementor and a Dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3padehEqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BJz1SpIsAQs/s1600/DSC00055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3padehEqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/BJz1SpIsAQs/s320/DSC00055.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pfn3A-II/AAAAAAAAAQY/F599IFOCvUw/s1600/DSC00060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pfn3A-II/AAAAAAAAAQY/F599IFOCvUw/s320/DSC00060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pkt8kQLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Z9xA6eSg_4M/s1600/DSC00066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pkt8kQLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Z9xA6eSg_4M/s320/DSC00066.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we LOVED living out our Harry Potter fantasies and spending a few magical moments riding dragons, hippogriffs and enchanted benches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8011560719365370149?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8011560719365370149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-harry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8011560719365370149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8011560719365370149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-harry.html' title='Hello Harry!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3pLg87-FI/AAAAAAAAAQI/R1aZ-Zv2x5U/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-6943563551372126006</id><published>2010-11-05T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:30:31.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31vV1UvLI/AAAAAAAAASo/bU5nibzaU_g/s1600/DSC04559+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31vV1UvLI/AAAAAAAAASo/bU5nibzaU_g/s320/DSC04559+-+Copy.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Fabulous Fairy Gathering&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Lilly's 6th birthday, I secretly wanted to do something feminine and lovely.&amp;nbsp; I was so excited when she chose "FAIRIES!"&amp;nbsp; Here was my chance to girl it up and use purple and pink (a&amp;nbsp; color combination I usually try to avoid).&amp;nbsp; So, with a wave of my magic wand, a lot of internet shopping, and a little fairy dust, we had one fabulous fairy fiesta!&amp;nbsp; Feel free to fly around and amuse yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3-c2wUbHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dbtMYJ8XHFk/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3-c2wUbHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dbtMYJ8XHFk/s320/037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every Birthday Fairy would be lost without her wings, wand, and special birthday crown!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3-aG32hWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LMIw5BafaeM/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3-aG32hWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LMIw5BafaeM/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first ever Birthday Crown!&amp;nbsp; Lilly LOVED wearing it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31QLCIh_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/RAADLPNIgw4/s1600/DSC04533+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31QLCIh_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/RAADLPNIgw4/s320/DSC04533+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The perfect pixie table all arranged in purple and pink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31SP8344I/AAAAAAAAAR8/NBSLjZcX9rA/s1600/DSC04534+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31SP8344I/AAAAAAAAAR8/NBSLjZcX9rA/s320/DSC04534+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Birthday Fairy needs her own personalized banner or else we would never know who's party it was!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31JvmzcXI/AAAAAAAAARs/rQoTFUqWTRk/s1600/DSC04530+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31JvmzcXI/AAAAAAAAARs/rQoTFUqWTRk/s320/DSC04530+-+Copy.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I especially had fun making these fantastically sparkly Fairy Wands!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31L-dbvCI/AAAAAAAAARw/lMVuiJ_ejHM/s1600/DSC04531+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31L-dbvCI/AAAAAAAAARw/lMVuiJ_ejHM/s320/DSC04531+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fancy Fairy place setting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31N6GA8tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZCMmkff0QUI/s1600/DSC04532+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31N6GA8tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZCMmkff0QUI/s320/DSC04532+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fairies ALWAYS drink from "Crystal" Goblets!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always, I like the decorating, but the fairies loved the activities.&amp;nbsp; We began by putting sparkly make-up on each Fairy as she arrived.&amp;nbsp; Then they were sent off to decorate their Fairy Treasure box (later used as their take home "baggie").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31cUqbVlI/AAAAAAAAASM/6JvLtmlyc30/s1600/DSC04539+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31cUqbVlI/AAAAAAAAASM/6JvLtmlyc30/s320/DSC04539+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played Flower Flight (musical chairs) where the girls earned their wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31fM_xnEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DHp_bVAWStc/s1600/DSC04540+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31fM_xnEI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DHp_bVAWStc/s320/DSC04540+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they designed miniature fairy gardens to prove they were ready to receive their magic wands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31h2T64WI/AAAAAAAAASU/2Za-W7h_jHM/s1600/DSC04543+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31h2T64WI/AAAAAAAAASU/2Za-W7h_jHM/s320/DSC04543+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31km5GcUI/AAAAAAAAASY/SeGcaT1VbU4/s1600/DSC04547+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31km5GcUI/AAAAAAAAASY/SeGcaT1VbU4/s320/DSC04547+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; And finally we relaxed in the Fairy Bower and read a fantastic Fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31nXa2pzI/AAAAAAAAASc/R2a2w4CZX08/s1600/DSC04549+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31nXa2pzI/AAAAAAAAASc/R2a2w4CZX08/s320/DSC04549+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31qEUuisI/AAAAAAAAASg/5Q00S5Q-Sro/s1600/DSC04550+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31qEUuisI/AAAAAAAAASg/5Q00S5Q-Sro/s320/DSC04550+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To wrap it all up, our little fairies dined on flower shaped sandwiches, star shaped cheese wands, and purple pixie grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31s5_nCEI/AAAAAAAAASk/T-JqThX5v-g/s1600/DSC04554+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31s5_nCEI/AAAAAAAAASk/T-JqThX5v-g/s320/DSC04554+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But Lilly's favorite part was her cake and presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31yAppXdI/AAAAAAAAASs/wAAMiRWZBaQ/s1600/DSC04564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31yAppXdI/AAAAAAAAASs/wAAMiRWZBaQ/s320/DSC04564.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS310sVYznI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZxFDRUUNu1A/s1600/DSC04567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS310sVYznI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZxFDRUUNu1A/s320/DSC04567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Fairy Lilly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-6943563551372126006?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/6943563551372126006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2010/11/fairy-magic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6943563551372126006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6943563551372126006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2010/11/fairy-magic.html' title='Fairy Magic'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS31vV1UvLI/AAAAAAAAASo/bU5nibzaU_g/s72-c/DSC04559+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-71305140365406890</id><published>2010-06-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:20:57.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>It's not everyday your little boy turns four and has his first major birthday party!&amp;nbsp; It started with a little call to the wild as primates from all over the jungle were invited to help Emmett celebrate with a little monkey business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wOAURPGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AjmJ__kSy8w/s1600/DSC04018.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wOAURPGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AjmJ__kSy8w/s320/DSC04018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just BANANAS!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wY4WhClI/AAAAAAAAARg/4E8u0EFMvTA/s1600/DSC04050.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wY4WhClI/AAAAAAAAARg/4E8u0EFMvTA/s320/DSC04050.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmett was the cutest monkey in his special monkey shirt - even if it was too big!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wTtr1vFI/AAAAAAAAARY/zpgSz6nUx2A/s1600/DSC04035.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wTtr1vFI/AAAAAAAAARY/zpgSz6nUx2A/s320/DSC04035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmett has definitely figured out presents!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course planning and decorating were my favorite parts of the party!&amp;nbsp; Check out how CUTE it all was:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3v25px_aI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bzPvAXC5ppo/s1600/DSC03996.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3v25px_aI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bzPvAXC5ppo/s320/DSC03996.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wDml802I/AAAAAAAAARA/bC0DUxnvz6k/s320/DSC04003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3v9UuxZDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SgSsUhxInEQ/s1600/DSC04000.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3v9UuxZDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SgSsUhxInEQ/s320/DSC04000.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wI5UEQKI/AAAAAAAAARI/qXhQepInXzs/s1600/DSC04006.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wI5UEQKI/AAAAAAAAARI/qXhQepInXzs/s320/DSC04006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wLd1-z3I/AAAAAAAAARM/2j1IUPlFW-Y/s1600/DSC04007.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wLd1-z3I/AAAAAAAAARM/2j1IUPlFW-Y/s320/DSC04007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then there was the yummy food.&amp;nbsp; All "Monkey" themed of course: monkey shaped pancakes with bananas and chocolate chips, chocolate "monkey" cupcakes, chocolate monkey bars, and goody bags filled with all the banana flavored candy I could find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wQxeXxJI/AAAAAAAAARU/d2-38Qg_kbg/s1600/DSC04026.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wQxeXxJI/AAAAAAAAARU/d2-38Qg_kbg/s320/DSC04026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wetKT-rI/AAAAAAAAARo/XkrIkwvzg4o/s1600/DSC04053.JPG" id80609e8eb417b9094="true" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wetKT-rI/AAAAAAAAARo/XkrIkwvzg4o/s320/DSC04053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-71305140365406890?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/71305140365406890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-monkey-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/71305140365406890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/71305140365406890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-monkey-business.html' title='A Little Monkey Business'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS3wOAURPGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AjmJ__kSy8w/s72-c/DSC04018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-3909799725913996179</id><published>2010-04-01T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:07:42.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La France!</title><content type='html'>Some people thought we were crazy, but we just knew we HAD to go.&amp;nbsp; Here is a list of some reasons we used to convince ourselves it was a Sharp family NECCESSITY to go to France for Spring Break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We needed to use Lilly and Emmett's new passports - what's the point in having them if they are only gathering dust in some drawer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Easter services at the Notre Dame is a once in a life time event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Lilly has been asking FOREVER to see the Eiffel Tower - we didn't want to be responsible for destroying a little girl's dream! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I've never been to Paris in the Springtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Eric hadn't had a chance to properly show off his mission sites to his children yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better reasons could we have to fly half way around the world with two preschoolers and a teenager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FDZvop7I/AAAAAAAAATE/cpPRvnPO6fE/s1600/DSC03452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FDZvop7I/AAAAAAAAATE/cpPRvnPO6fE/s320/DSC03452.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FE_ko5_I/AAAAAAAAATI/prpp45PuGXs/s1600/DSC03477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FE_ko5_I/AAAAAAAAATI/prpp45PuGXs/s320/DSC03477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris in the Springtime was fun, but wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FG96Zc2I/AAAAAAAAATM/Su_aHsrobMU/s1600/DSC03485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FG96Zc2I/AAAAAAAAATM/Su_aHsrobMU/s320/DSC03485.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And planning on Easter at Notre Dame ended up being one of those things that only occur in Fantasy World!&amp;nbsp; The line wrapped around the building and down the street several blocks!&amp;nbsp; Oh well, it was a fun thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FVW1QbmI/AAAAAAAAATk/I0-TkgZwCko/s1600/DSC03516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FVW1QbmI/AAAAAAAAATk/I0-TkgZwCko/s320/DSC03516.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eiffel Tower was a huge hit though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FyZ5k05I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q4ipKa7i2sc/s1600/DSC03589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FyZ5k05I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/q4ipKa7i2sc/s320/DSC03589.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FihCy6JI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JdworrIEn3M/s1600/DSC03567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FihCy6JI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JdworrIEn3M/s320/DSC03567.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FdNmEQ-I/AAAAAAAAATw/E8mdaHwwuho/s1600/DSC03565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FdNmEQ-I/AAAAAAAAATw/E8mdaHwwuho/s320/DSC03565.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4Ff7-nO3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/b9Ise20ivjQ/s1600/DSC03566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4Ff7-nO3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/b9Ise20ivjQ/s320/DSC03566.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FXmbmkEI/AAAAAAAAATo/dWjVMBkW5JM/s1600/DSC03560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FXmbmkEI/AAAAAAAAATo/dWjVMBkW5JM/s320/DSC03560.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lilly's lifelong dream has finally come true!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4-t1g7fGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EezHDdJQ3yU/s320/DSC03597.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After leaving Paris we had quite an adventure traveling around France.&amp;nbsp; We stayed in Chateaus, medieval cities, and even rented an apartment.&amp;nbsp; We saw Mont St. Michelle, Versaille, Lascoux, and many other wonderful places.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy a few of our favorite pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a49794e4451324e7a513d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a49794e4451324e7a513d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Customize a &lt;a ad67bdca="true" href="http://www.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;photo slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-3909799725913996179?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/3909799725913996179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/viva-la-france.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3909799725913996179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3909799725913996179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2011/01/viva-la-france.html' title='Viva La France!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/TS4FDZvop7I/AAAAAAAAATE/cpPRvnPO6fE/s72-c/DSC03452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-2080081352655267576</id><published>2010-01-11T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:50:25.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have not been very diligent at keeping up with my blog since we got home from China, I have made it a goal (AKA "New Year's Resolution" )to write at least once a month. I hope you all don't get too tired of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sz65ot4Dy5I/AAAAAAAAANI/zy8ek44S5Uo/s1600-h/DSC03090.JPG" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421975110561287058" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sz65ot4Dy5I/AAAAAAAAANI/zy8ek44S5Uo/s320/DSC03090.JPG" style="height: 267px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many wonderful things happened this year that I feel I should share some of them with everyone (since I didn't do it the first time). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, Hannah has had a great freshman year. She ran cross country for the first time and quickly realized that she is a very talented runner! She was put on the varsity team and was the 4th fastest girl on the team. She made it through districts (with a 102 degree fever) and onto regionals where, unfortunately, she did not qualify for States. Not too shabby for a freshman. We'll get them next year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sz65pMjwH4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/TpCHERaxMDE/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421975118797610882" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sz65pMjwH4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/TpCHERaxMDE/s320/DSC03097.JPG" style="height: 242px; width: 183px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I'm bragging about Hannah, I have to show you all Hannah's pictures of Homecoming. It is so odd to think that she is old enough to go to dances now! Happily, she had a great time with her friends and loved her first school dance. The best part was she looked so lovely in her modest dress - which of course is a funny story all of it's own. She came to me about a week and a half before the dance and asked me if I thought she should go with her friends. I was a bit shocked she was asking since she has never wanted to go to any social event connected to school before. I told her I thought she would have a good time if she went. She decided to go and the race to find a dress was on! The two of us spent hours looking on-line until we found the cute purple lace dress. The only problem was that it was sleeveless. Hannah didn't want to wear a sweater or shrug (thank goodness), so I suggested we find a black tee with lace sleeves. She liked the idea and the next day we went out and found one hoping that it would look well with the dress. And luckily, it did! Actually it looked so good that none of her friends realized it wasn't the actual sleeves to the dress! She looked beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/S0uOH0NXjAI/AAAAAAAAANg/8uAm-M3m_pM/s1600-h/DSC03368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/S0uOH0NXjAI/AAAAAAAAANg/8uAm-M3m_pM/s320/DSC03368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lilly has had a great time at kindergarten. She has the most wonderful teacher - Mrs. Campbell. It is hard to believe it, but Lilly is beginning to read and she has woken Hannah up several mornings by crawling into bed with her and counting out loud to 100 (and even farther now that she realizes the pattern repeats!). Her newest fascination is puzzles. She loves to do them and is up to 100 piece ones now - she is definitely a true blue Sharp! She is just amazing to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Next, let me tell you all about the big snowfall we had this year. Here in Virginia we are lucky to get 2-6 inches the whole winter - usually spread out into light dustings throughout the winter months. But thus year, we had REAL snow - at least 18 inches all at once! It was awesome! And it was Emmett's first snow (he comes from a more tropical like area of China). We had so much fun playing in it - building a fort, sledding, snowball fights, etc. Except poor Emmett hated it at first because his first time sledding he face planted in the snow and came up with a face full! But, eventually, he got used to it and grew to love playing in it - especially the part when we built our fort! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/S0uN7xBbUzI/AAAAAAAAANY/otoQXRwVw8I/s1600-h/DSC03354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/S0uN7xBbUzI/AAAAAAAAANY/otoQXRwVw8I/s320/DSC03354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Finally, Christmas was awesome. It was another first for Emmett and he loved it! He was so excited by the Christmas tree and all the lights. And he thought Santa was really fun - actually, he is the only one of our kids who likes him up close - the girls would never get too close to him. And of course he really liked the gifts. It didn't take long for him to get the idea and before we knew it, he was asking for Emmett's next present! It was all super fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, that wraps up the year for us. Now onto 2010...&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/6594904107069369043-2080081352655267576?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/2080081352655267576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-in-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2080081352655267576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2080081352655267576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-in-review.html' title='2009 in Review'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sz65ot4Dy5I/AAAAAAAAANI/zy8ek44S5Uo/s72-c/DSC03090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-3776926284402820233</id><published>2009-09-30T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:29:32.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Chicago!</title><content type='html'>We are so excited that we are taking a last minute trip this weekend to Chicago to get together with our China family buddies AND...now here's the REALLY COOL part...visit our social worker from Nanning, China!!!  We just found out she is in the States for some training with Holt and that she will be in Chicago over the weekend.  So, of course we are going!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is her first trip to the US and the first time she has seen children she has placed in forever homes after they have been home!  How totally awesome is that?  And how lucky that we are part of that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I need to do is some laundry so that we will have clothes, dig out the winter duds (heard Chicago is gonna be cold this weekend - YAHOO!), and head off for the windy city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-3776926284402820233?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/3776926284402820233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-to-chicago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3776926284402820233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3776926284402820233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-to-chicago.html' title='Going to Chicago!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8000322958374357901</id><published>2009-08-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:19:38.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up So Fast -  AKA First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373888827043907810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpPjaoZkiOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kVFZkPBXz0s/s320/DSC02902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpPjbNW2idI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KUkaXX9Jp5w/s1600-h/DSC02906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373888836964616658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpPjbNW2idI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KUkaXX9Jp5w/s320/DSC02906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was Hannah's first day of high school and Governor's School! Sounds like she had a blast, but I am still a bit freaking out. What am I doing with an all-grown-up high-schooler? Am I really that old? Ah well, I guess so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly started kindergarten yesterday, too. That was a bit hard for me as well. She is so ready and so excited, but I have not had time to mentally prepare myself this summer. She is going to a private school because she misses the county cut off by 5 weeks and I guess I haven't wrapped my mind around the fact that she is at school all day, everyday. Fortunately, she loved it and could not stop talking about it all last night! That makes it a bit easier to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Emmett began preschool this morning. He was so excited about going to "Emmett's school" and using his back pack. He even insisted I pack his lunch when I packed Lilly's last night (he will still eat it at home, but he just had to take it with him!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only sad part was when he actually went in the room and I could tell he was a bit unsure of what was going on. He went and sat down like he was asked, but he was sucking his thumb and pulling his ear. I almost took him home right then because he looked so confused! Maybe it was bringing back some memories of institutions in China...I don't know. I called Eric to ask his advice and we agreed it will be good for Emmett to have me drop him off, and then come back to get him. I think after 1 or 2 times, he will understand that I always come back for him! Then I am sure he will be his normal lively self! I guess we will see... &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/6594904107069369043-8000322958374357901?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8000322958374357901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8000322958374357901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8000322958374357901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='Growing Up So Fast -  AKA First Day of School'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpPjaoZkiOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kVFZkPBXz0s/s72-c/DSC02902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-1551771128963271439</id><published>2009-08-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:21:55.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNJGyvyunI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n7dk6lD-C2c/s1600-h/DSC02822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373719161433406066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNJGyvyunI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n7dk6lD-C2c/s320/DSC02822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time getting together with 4 of the families we traveled to China with. It was so fun to see all of the kids four months after coming home! They all have adjusted so well and have picked up the language like linguistic pros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNGLOZeJpI/AAAAAAAAALY/t8i4uQVLTCM/s1600-h/DSC02801.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the weekend visiting an Amish farm where we saw all kinds of animals and had fun feeding th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpM_A_bncKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YpCimAY3YQg/s1600-h/DSC02850.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;em, eating at an Amish restaurant, swimming at the pool, enjoying (or in some of our cases, enduring) a catered Chinese dinner, and&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpM_AdYV9GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QsloAn8c4_0/s1600-h/DSC02822.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just hanging out together. It was so &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHB3dG-6I/AAAAAAAAALo/l5pViuXgia8/s1600-h/DSC02801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373716877774617506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHB3dG-6I/AAAAAAAAALo/l5pViuXgia8/s320/DSC02801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderful to share memories and swap stories. And our friends the Heckys have just announced they are adopting their third child - a boy just a week younger than Emmett! How exciting - but not too surprising because they thought Emmett was so much fun in China that they kept kidding around that they &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpM9hxxwjFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fWh7h8b_-Dw/s1600-h/DSC02801.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;needed to get a boy, too. Looks like they weren't bluffing! Congrats Hecky family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHvppGIYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3f1dJ3YUvHw/s1600-h/DSC02850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373717664340779394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHvppGIYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/3f1dJ3YUvHw/s320/DSC02850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHweuCIOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JNHSxkEVtsc/s1600-h/DSC02872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373717678588567778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHweuCIOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JNHSxkEVtsc/s320/DSC02872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the best part of the trip was that all the kids had friends to play with. Two &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpM_B6OhF7I/AAAAAAAAALA/T0jB4X_EvUQ/s1600-h/DSC02872.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of the families had teenagers - the Kruits and the Hecky's. So, Hannah had a great time hanging out with Melia, Brienna, and Ryan. They have all become texting and Facebook buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilly and Mariah (formerly known as Jon Jon) had a blast playing together. They played house and school, but Lilly's favorite activity was swimming in the pool f&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpM_BaA2NJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/WYQTPPT1ZDw/s1600-h/DSC02855.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or 5 hours straight! We seriously had to force her out of the pool to eat lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHwAwRg6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/kNv5cRxfgYI/s1600-h/DSC02855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373717670544901026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHwAwRg6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/kNv5cRxfgYI/s320/DSC02855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Emmett had Mia and Mikenna to play with. But, in true Emmett fashion, he was more interested in running around playing with as many things as he could in the least amount of time! He is such a busy little mess maker. If we leave him alone for five minutes he will have the whole play room in shambles!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHw6zklOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_tLQv2fu61E/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373717686127989986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNHw6zklOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_tLQv2fu61E/s320/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpM_CarregI/AAAAAAAAALI/9BHkndfJnZ4/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-1551771128963271439?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/1551771128963271439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/08/china-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/1551771128963271439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/1551771128963271439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/08/china-reunion.html' title='China Reunion'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpNJGyvyunI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n7dk6lD-C2c/s72-c/DSC02822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-5381467804596284122</id><published>2009-08-11T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:16:35.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly's First Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpLzdykLcmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wrn-97OdvLk/s1600-h/DSC02897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpLzdykLcmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wrn-97OdvLk/s320/DSC02897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373624998521696866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to announce that Lilly (and I ) have taken the plunge! She had her first haircut a couple of weeks ago. For several weeks I had been tossing around the idea of cutting her hair into a chin length bob. I know it will come as a shock to all of you who have always admired Lilly's long curly spirals, but I have to say, those curls were a chore! It took about 10 minutes every morning to comb out the previous day's tangles and even longer to decide how to style it. Then there was the yelling fits when I tried to do something different that Lilly didn't approve of. So much drama over such a little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I found a picture of the exact cut I had in mind in a PB Kids catalogue. The little model had curly hair and everything. So, I showed it to Lilly and she loved it. Her first response was (and I quote) "Does this mean I don't have to wear pony tails anymore?" So, with a deep breath for courage, we went to the hair salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to confess, I tend to choose my hair stylists based on their appearance. I know it is judgemental, but I can't help it. When I walk into a new salon, I look around for the person with the best hair - usually something a bit funky and modern. That is the person I have cut my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically enough, the person who came forward to cut Lilly's hair that day was the exact opposite of what I usually look for. She was - no joke or exaggeration - stuck in an eighties time warp. She had - are you ready for this?- a mullet!!! Her hair was short and feathered in front with poofy bags, and the back hung to the middle of her back. I told her I was really nervous about Lilly's first haircut and she reassured me that she has been cutting hair for 23 years - which is about the time her haircut was fashionable - and that she was very good at cutting hair. Then she told us that Lilly's hair was long enough to donate to Locks of Love. That sealed the deal. I told her I was ready and before I could change my mind, she whacked off Lilly's ponytail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there was no going back...and Lilly's hair looks beautiful. The stylist really was pretty good - a point she proved when cutting Emmett's hair next. As you can imagine, Emmett does not sit still for haircuts and this lady just moved right along with Emmett never missing a beat! It was pretty fascinating to watch. So, happily both children look adorable after their haircuts. And Lilly can not be happier to have short hair that is tangle-free and practically self-stying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-5381467804596284122?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/5381467804596284122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/08/lillys-first-haircut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5381467804596284122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5381467804596284122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/08/lillys-first-haircut.html' title='Lilly&apos;s First Haircut'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SpLzdykLcmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wrn-97OdvLk/s72-c/DSC02897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-3298023883775103774</id><published>2009-06-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:28:02.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Oh Where Has The Time Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SjZlmNlmvmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/d5O_w86cXrs/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347573314705866338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SjZlmNlmvmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/d5O_w86cXrs/s320/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we have been home for over two months now and I am amazed that it has just flown by! So much has happened. Emmett is doing so well, it feels like he has been with us forever. It is so fun to see his personality coming out and watch him learn more about his new world every day!&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;Here is a quick update of the past 2 months for all of you have been wondering: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Emmett had his first emergency room visit a week after we got home. Yes, it is true. And for all of you who knew little Qi Fu in China, I am sure you are not surprised! He fell off a chair that he was standing on and hit his head on the corner of the wall. The cut was superficial and didn't need stitches, but we took him in anyway just in case. Hope this isn't a foreshadow of the years to come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) We went to the Temple and were sealed&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SjZkpH3ijeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/w7Uj8AzEAIY/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347572265198456290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SjZkpH3ijeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/w7Uj8AzEAIY/s320/DSC02199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as a family on May 2, 2009. Eric's parents, his two sisters, Kelly and Sandy, his brothers, Craig and Brian, and our sister in law Crissy were all able to attend. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life! To be in the Temple with all three of our children was something I will never forget nor ever be able to fully put into words. Almost too good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) Emmett saw the orthopedic specialist and we were happy to learn that the surgery he had on his feet in China looks good! The only continued "therapy" he needs is wearing a corrective shoe at bedtime. And, surprise of all surprises, he loves to wear it! Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) And speaking of his feet, they are giving me much trouble! He has the smallest, fattest, WIDEST feet I have ever seen!!! I have looked everywhere for shoes for him. We went to Stride Rite and they measured his feet ( he was a 3 baby/toddler) but could not find any shoes that would fit. They even tried him in a 51/2 - 2x wide and his foot wouldn't go in! I am now looking into custom shoes and have begun to rethink our future retirement plans and Hannah's college fund as I plan ways to siphon money from them. What can I say, we all have to sacrifice? Hopefully, his feet will even out as he grows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) Emmett's circumcision was a success. And by that, I mean he had very little discomfort or complaints. You wouldn't even know he had anything done by the way he acted. Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) Emmett has picked up English so quickly! It amazes me everyday. He is now putting together 3-4 word phrases. My favorite is "I dub dew" (I love you) and "Ninny, no!" (Lilly, no!). He begins every day with asking to "eat dereal" and have a "dwink". I actually forget that he has only been speaking English for 2 months because he sounds like any average American 2 year old! He and Lilly talk my ear off all day long. It's a wonder I am not insane yet...Or maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) As has been the situation since we first picked up Emmett, everywhere he goes he is Mr. Popular. People at church, at stores, at doctors offices, at the gym, etc. can not resist his charm. He is the life of the party and usually the center of attention. He loves it...mostly. Sometimes he gets frustrated when other kids try to mother him and treat him like a toy. But, he usually just tells them no and runs away when he has had enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) Emmet has seen more doctors in the past 2 months than I have seen in my whole life. He has been to the pediatrician twice (for check up and shots), the urologist several times, the pediatric orthopedic specialist, the lab for blood work and both urine and stool samples (let me tell you how fun that was!), and the orthopedic shoe guy (don't know what his official title is). We still have a plastic surgeon (to remove the skin flap on his ear), another round of shots, a follow up orthopedic appointment, the dentist, and one more urologist visit to look forward to this summer. Whew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think that sums up our busy lives with Emmett. Of course this does not include all the events revolving around Hannah and Lilly. I could go on and on...but let's just end with a reminder that we are so blessed to have such a wonderful family and great friends who love and support us. Thanks to everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-3298023883775103774?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/3298023883775103774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-oh-where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3298023883775103774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3298023883775103774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-oh-where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where Oh Where Has The Time Gone?'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SjZlmNlmvmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/d5O_w86cXrs/s72-c/DSC02179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8398068299632839057</id><published>2009-04-05T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:01:28.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Day Home</title><content type='html'>Let me just start by saying: I love my bed! I guess it's the little things like nightly comfort that you take for granted until it is taken away. For the past two weeks we have been sleeping on the hardest, pokiest mattresses ever made. And for the 6 days in Nanning, we had 2 twin beds for the three of us (Emmett had a crib that we would move him to after he fell asleep). So, every night we would rotate so that someone got a bed to her/himself. That was the worst. The night in Hong Kong was the exception. There we had a huge bed - I swear it was larger than a king, or maybe I was just desperate after the twin beds - and a crib. It was very comfortable and we all slept well. But, still, doesn't compare to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of home, Emmett has done really well. We did not get home until after 10pm and we were all exhausted, but he still walked in the house and began to explore cheerfully. I think he was amazed at the size of our house compared to what he has been used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not, however, relish the idea of sleeping alone in his new room. The poor guy cried in his new bed even though Eric slept with him (at least until he fell asleep). I can only imagine how confusing it all is for him. And he woke up several times during the night crying and disoriented. I had a very disrupted night, but I actually expected it. Kind of like coming home from the hospital with a new baby. The funny thing is, Eric slept through it all! Once he fell asleep, nothing woke him. He was surprised the next morning when I was describing the night to him! Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett's first day home was great. He and Lilly ran around laughing and playing all day. He ate well, and even took a 4 hour nap (after his initial crying - this time Lilly volunteered to lay down with him). I think he is getting used to his new surroundings and life. Our only problem is finding clothes that fit. Today I put on him some 18 month sized jeans and they fell off! Luckily, my friend, Heather, loaned me a box of clothes and there was a pair of 12 month jeans in there that fit perfectly. It was kind of ridiculous! I mean, come on, the boy is almost 3 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I just want to say thanks to everyone who has supported us and encouraged us over the last 4 years - especially Kathy, Jana, and Nicole. You guys were there when I started talking about adoption and I could never ask for a better support group. My only regret is that both Jana and Kathy moved away this summer and were not here for our homecoming. But, I know you both were here in spirit and love. So, thanks! And a HUGE thanks to Nicole and her family for happily and lovingly keeping Lilly while we were gone. I can not even express my gratitude for friends like you guys. It was so nice not having to worry one moment about Lilly while we were gone. I am so thankful that Heavenly Father has given us friends that become our family. And thanks to everyone for the balloons and banners when we got home. It was fun to know people were routing for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8398068299632839057?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8398068299632839057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-first-day-home.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8398068299632839057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8398068299632839057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-first-day-home.html' title='Our First Day Home'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-4510316566434958119</id><published>2009-04-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:26:36.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going Home!</title><content type='html'>We are now officially finished with our adoption!  Yesterday we went to the US Consulate to pick up Qi Fu's passport and Visa and swear our oath.  And now we are heading home after a 2 hour train ride to Hong Kong.  And speaking of Hong Kong, this city is amazing.  We opted to not spend a day here, but maybe someday we will make it back here to explore.  But, our hotel here is the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in and that includes the Hilton Time Square and the Ritz!  It is very modern with lots of chrome and frosted glass - very posh...I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day of mixed emotions for me.  I am so happy to go home - especially to see Lilly, but it is so sad to say goodbye to people that we have become so close to in such a little bit of time.  It is amazing how quickly you bond when you share such an emotional journey together.  We have cried, laughed, complained, toured, and eaten with our group of families everyday for the last 2 weeks.  I am thankful that we are all on the east coast so that we can have reunions and get togethers.  And "yahoo" for the Internet and facebook!  Makes the world a lot smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are on our way to the airport to begin our 19 hour journey home.  It should be an adventure that we will never forget - especially considering we will have a very active little boy to try to keep in a seat!  And I am not happy because there was a mix up with our seats and I have a window seat - I know  a lot of people like that, but I am an aisle girl all the way.  We'll see what we can negotiate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all in a little while:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-4510316566434958119?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/4510316566434958119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-going-home.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/4510316566434958119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/4510316566434958119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/04/were-going-home.html' title='We&apos;re Going Home!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-6188470360971768598</id><published>2009-04-01T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:58:59.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo on The Red Couch at the White Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdQNfxFy5bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VYj3g_x9IVk/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdQNMUGl3xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2zwZ4em_kT0/s1600-h/DSC02062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319891565037346578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdQNMUGl3xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2zwZ4em_kT0/s320/DSC02062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6594904107069369043-6188470360971768598?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/6188470360971768598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-famous-photo-on-red-couch-at-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6188470360971768598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6188470360971768598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-famous-photo-on-red-couch-at-white.html' title='Photo on The Red Couch at the White Swan'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdQNMUGl3xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2zwZ4em_kT0/s72-c/DSC02062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-6175915636944038108</id><published>2009-03-31T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:49:32.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guangzhou and The White Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319874163952782018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdP9XcAvCsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gsTpP_iV8WI/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally made it to Guangzhou and the White Swan! The White Swan Hotel is amazing. It is the mecca for adopting families from the US - the place is just crawling with us. It is really neat to meet families from all over the States and to be reunited with our friends from Beijing. I am amazed at how many people are here for their second or third adoption. Maybe we will be back in a year or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on the last leg of our trip and I think I speak for everyone when I say we are so ready to be done! We have all really enjoyed our trip to China, but it sounds so good to go home, see our Lilly, get Emmett started on his new life, and not eat out for a very, very long time (especially Chinese food). Last night we went to the "American Buffet" for dinner and we were all so excited. They even had chicken nuggets and mini-cheeseburgers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdP8PpbMKLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JYr_9iG1rHA/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319872930602821810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdP8PpbMKLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JYr_9iG1rHA/s320/DSC01997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our last paperwork day! We (ie Eric - I am, so sick of papers that he took over the task) did the papers for Emmett's Visa. On Thursday we will go to the consulate for an oath taking ceremony and then we will be COMPLETELY finished with the adoption. YAHOO! We also had to take him for his physical yesterday. He was not so happy about that. Actually, he was doing fine because our friend Vipa (she is the woman that is on her 4th adoption and who is super prepared) kept giving him some cheerios. But, when they left he broke down - not because of the impending exam, but because his supply had dried up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that brings me to the next topic - Emmett's mooching ability. I am not exaggerating when I say that he gets goodies from people all the time! All he does is go up to them and smile and they give him whatever he wants. It's like he has some mystical power or something. Yesterday alone he got cheerios (from Vipa), a tomato from a lady at the park, a barbie phone from a vendor, 4 flags from some man in a store, a box of blocks from the girls in the Holt office, a balloon from another mom, and of course candy from random strangers. I think that completes yesterday. I tell you, he is a charmer so you better hang&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdP8q0qPgyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mEmYA495nn8/s1600-h/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319873397475214114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdP8q0qPgyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mEmYA495nn8/s320/DSC02016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on to your valuables when we get home or you will magically find yourself giving them to him. Man, I sure hope he uses his powers for good and not evil as he grows up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett and two of his friends spent some time at a playground after their physicals. It was so cute to watch him climbing up and going down the slides. You would never guess that he has anything wrong with his feet - they do not limit him in anyway. We also got to see a Chinese school in action yesterday as we walked around Guangzhou. They were out in their courtyard practicing something. We did not know if it was for some type of performance, or if they were doing a gym class of sorts. But they were standing in formation reciting and dancing. There were a couple of girls that kept looking at all of us and smiling and covertly waving. I think they enjoyed having an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about being in Guangzhou is the shopping. Hannah and I spent the afternoon going to a lot of fun shops. We did our first bargaining and it is kind of addicting! Hannah even got into the act. And we met this really nice lady. Her name is Ju D. She told us she has been a Christian for four years (pretty rare for China)and that it was some Americans who told her about it. We talked with her for about an hour and during that time another American woman came in to tell her good-bye. So, obviously she makes friends all the time. We exchanged e-mails before we left and she actually had a whole book of people's e-mail addresses. It will be fun to see if she keeps in touch! &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/6594904107069369043-6175915636944038108?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/6175915636944038108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/guangzhou-and-white-swan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6175915636944038108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6175915636944038108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/guangzhou-and-white-swan.html' title='Guangzhou and The White Swan'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SdP9XcAvCsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gsTpP_iV8WI/s72-c/DSC01986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8045368037270895305</id><published>2009-03-29T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:56:36.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Days At The People's Park In Nanning</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4451304d4467314f413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: The People's Park" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4451304d4467314f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8045368037270895305?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8045368037270895305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-days-at-peoples-park-in-nanning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8045368037270895305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8045368037270895305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-days-at-peoples-park-in-nanning.html' title='Our Days At The People&apos;s Park In Nanning'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-1970570579173161409</id><published>2009-03-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:13:34.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yiling Village and Humble Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sc60aLttkYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6S2dzhIlVD0/s1600-h/DSC01807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sc60aLttkYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6S2dzhIlVD0/s320/DSC01807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318386571885252994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jane took us to a local Zhuang village.  China is made up of 56 different ethnic groups.  The majority  for all of China is the Han people.  But, here in Guangxi the majority is made up of Zhuang.  The first time we met Jane she told us that she took one look at Qi Fu's picture and knew right away that he was Zhuang by his features.  She said he is very Zhuang.  She also claims that at least 2 of the girls in our group are Zhuang also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zhuang people are known for their ability to do fine embroidery and sing.  They have festivals where there are extemporaneous signing competitions and the boys ask girls out by singing to them!  We seriously hope Qi FU has inherited this singing ability!  They are also pretty small people - very slender and shorter than most - totally explains his size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiling village is a very typical village for rural China and since all but one of our children came from rural orphanages, Jane really wanted us to see what life is like there.  Let me just say, it was a very humbling experience.  But it was also very eye opening for me.  I just kept thinking that these people had very little, but their children were still loved and taken care of.  There is no crime - everyone in the village trusts one another and they never lock doors.  The children run around the whole village by themselves because everyone looks out for everyone else.  The sense of community is very strong.  It is too bad we have lost these traits.  I think church is probably the closest thing that remains.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people in China live on about 1500 Yuan a month (about $200), but people in these villages live on a lot less.  They still adhere to very traditional practices.  Jane warned us that we would see the women working very hard doing their laundry on rocks at the watering hole, farming, carrying heavy loads, etc, while the men will be sitting around playing games like chess and checkers.  She was right.  (But to do the men some justice, she did point out they too work hard during the week days in the cities or on farms, but after work they get to come home and relax while the women's work is never done!)  And the men help out with children very little in public.  The men think that carrying a child or changing it, etc, will make them look weak.  So, it is left up to the women - although they may help out in the privacy of their own home.  As  matter of fact, Eric went up to some men playing a game to take their picture and they laughed at him because he had Qi Fu on his shoulders!  It was pretty funny.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also told to bring candy with us for the village children.  Chinese people are constantly giving children candy - Qi Fu always has a piece or two stored in a pocket that some random stranger gave to him.  And it is usually hard candy that he tries to bite.  I really don't like this practice!  Anyway, I do not know what we expected, but it certainly was not the mobbing we got when we showed our bags of candy.  There were children everywhere grabbing and laughing and running away and then coming back for more.  At one point we had to shew them away so that we could walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we started walking again, we noticed a little boy about Qi Fu's age standing with his grandma watching us.  He looked very shy and would not come over even with his grandma's prodding.  Qi Fu noticed him and took one of his own candies from his pocket and walked up to the boy and gave it to him.  It was so touching!  I hope he keeps this type of compassion and generosity throughout his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could describe the smells in the village.  They were...not that pleasant - a mixture of animal, fire, cooking flesh, and typical farm life.  Trust me, I did not do it justice.  And the flies were something from a horror film - they were EVERYWHERE.  I have never seen so many flies in my life and I grew up on a pig farm.  And speaking of pigs, we visited the home of a lady in the village who was the "richest" person there because she raised pigs and sold them.  She had a typical 2 story home where her adult children and their families lived on the second level, and she lived on the first with the pigs.  No joke.  (Note: here in the countryside - especially among the Zhuang - the people are allowed to have more than 1 child, that is why this woman had 3 children - 2 daughters and 1 son.)  Her house was made of cement and was still very humble by our standards, but a mansion according to theirs.  It was pretty neat to see and she was very gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a picture can say a thousand words, here is a slide show of our visit.  I really hope you can get a feel for the village and the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4451784f446b304e413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Yiling Village" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4451784f446b304e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-1970570579173161409?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/1970570579173161409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/yiling-village-and-humble-pie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/1970570579173161409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/1970570579173161409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/yiling-village-and-humble-pie.html' title='Yiling Village and Humble Pie'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sc60aLttkYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6S2dzhIlVD0/s72-c/DSC01807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8716317995913282487</id><published>2009-03-27T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:11:38.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SczQKZN898I/AAAAAAAAAIw/t39IZZsEs20/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317854137004390338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SczQKZN898I/AAAAAAAAAIw/t39IZZsEs20/s320/DSC01642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big excursion of the day was a trip to Green Mountain. It is a state park type of place about 30 minutes outside of Nanning. The weather looked a bit dicey, but it held out until we were walking around one area of the park (we visited 3 different areas), and then it poured! Qi Fu loved it, of course. As a matter of fact, he was already soaked by the time the rain started because he discovered a rain puddle about ten seconds after we got off the bus and promptly not only jumped in it, but also sat! Yep, that's right, I said sat - full bum right down in the middle. Of course everyone laughed and that only encouraged more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317854140744547042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SczQKnJrOuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aY1tG58e3b0/s320/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the rain started, Jane - aka super prepared woman - produced a dozen huge umbrellas from her secret pocket or something. And Qi Fu insisted on being the one to carry it. Do you know how hard it is to stay under an umbrella carried by a two foot high person? Not so easy my friends. Eric, Hannah, and I opted for the soaking over the back aches. But, man did he look cute holding this giant umbrella. Brought to mind Alice in Wonderland and the giant mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the hotel, we stopped at a local store that sells jade and pearls. Some really pretty stuff in there. Jane told us that it is traditional for men to wear the female Buddah. It is supposed to make them lucky with the ladies. We bought one for Qi Fu - to be kept until he is older, though I suspect he won't have any problems attracting girls with his wit and charm. He already has the ability to make one of the other little girls in our party smile and giggle. And that is saying a lot because she is having a really hard time and will hardly smile for anyone else. He's a little lady killer in the making!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8716317995913282487?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8716317995913282487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-mountain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8716317995913282487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8716317995913282487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-mountain.html' title='Green Mountain'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SczQKZN898I/AAAAAAAAAIw/t39IZZsEs20/s72-c/DSC01642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-179439518135724735</id><published>2009-03-26T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:38:37.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Trip To Walmart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Scv_fGi23JI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pcMq_35XLAc/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Scv_JX_ZP_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/zO99vPc2oDs/s1600-h/DSC01577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317624321564819442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Scv_JX_ZP_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/zO99vPc2oDs/s320/DSC01577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, what a joke! The place is called Walmart, but it DOES NOT look anything like what we are used to. I am embarrassed to admit, but I was so excited to go there this morning. We had a whole list of things to buy - including clothes for Qi Fu. We have only 2 outfits that fit and the pants he wore today kept falling off - literally- and they are a size 18-24 months! But when we got there, we soon realized that there were very few boy clothes - only one tiny rack with the same outfit in three colors. I am not kidding...that was it! So, we bought 2 of them in different colors and I hate them! But, I will keep them forever as a memento (although, he will never wear them again as soon as we go home:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our "big shopping trip" Jane took us to Pizza Hut for American food. It was very good!!! Qi Fu had his first pizza and spaghetti and loved it - along with every other food he has tried. I swear that boy eats and eats. Maybe he'll grow so his pants will fit:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f444d344f5441344d513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Day Three With Qi Fu" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f444d344f5441344d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, we had our first really sad moment. After his bath, he went back into the bathroom and slipped on some water and hit his head. He started crying and I picked him up. He wanted to go to the bed, so I laid him down. Then he did not want me to comfort him. He kept crying, pointing, and saying "Mama, mama, mama, etc." Obviously, he wanted his foster mom, not me. I just sat next to him (but didn't touch) and sang to him. After a few moments he stopped wailing and pointed to his ear and said a few words in Chinese. Obviously, that is where it hurt. So, he let me rub it (for only a second!) and kiss it. Then he cried again! But it only lasted a minute or so, then he popped up and crawled off the bed and went back to playing. However, a moment later he hit his head on the TV stand and came to me rubbing it and pointing. This time he let me kiss it and rub it! BREAKTHROUGH... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end the day, I pulled out the wikki stix and Hannah and I made him a bunch of accessories. It was funny. He would laugh, then take them off and put them in his cupboard with the rest of his stash. (We have discovered if we are missing something, that he probably has stored it in there!) The funny thing, however, was that I made a necklace and put it on him without his noticing. When he finally discovered it, he laughed hysterically and kept pointing to his neck and talking. He was surprised to find it and thought it was the funniest thing. It was so cute! &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/6594904107069369043-179439518135724735?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/179439518135724735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-trip-to-walmart.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/179439518135724735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/179439518135724735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-trip-to-walmart.html' title='Big Trip To Walmart!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Scv_JX_ZP_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/zO99vPc2oDs/s72-c/DSC01577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-461635943933808076</id><published>2009-03-26T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:52:31.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Post - Trying out a slideshow program</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f444d334e7a6b304d513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: China Test" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f444d334e7a6b304d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-461635943933808076?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/461635943933808076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/test-post-trying-out-slideshow-program.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/461635943933808076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/461635943933808076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/test-post-trying-out-slideshow-program.html' title='Test Post - Trying out a slideshow program'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-7161935110368234611</id><published>2009-03-25T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:28:53.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Qi Fu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScqgDj6Xj1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mtgWceH6AvA/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScqgDj6Xj1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mtgWceH6AvA/s320/DSC01531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317238293104398162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this kid is CRAZY!  But he is officially ours now!!!  We finished the Chinese end of the adoption this morning after 2 brief interviews - one with a Civil Affairs official and the other with a notary.  We still have to stay a few more days in Nanning, however, while we wait for his passport to be finalized and delivered.  Then it is off to Guangzhou to visit the American consulate and prepare him for his US Visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we are having lots of fun getting to know Qi Fu (or Little Man Fu as I have started to call him).  Today we walked to the park with our friends.  We thought it was just a playground, but it was actually a minnie amusement park.  He loved to ride the electric cars - although he did not like that he needed an adult to ride with him and help steer.  After all, he is Chinese and thinks he can drive well on his own, but trust me, we know how they drive and there was no way we were going to let him behind the wheel by himself!  After the cars, he got to ride in this three man bike with Eric and Hannah that circled the park about 20 feet off the ground.  He was so cute waving from up there!  Then he rode this minnie roller coaster where the cars were all shaped like cars.  He rode in the firetruck one and really loved it because he could "steer" all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the park, we had another group dinner at a Cantonese restaurant.  It was very good.  We have started to notice that Qi Fu hordes food - very common in orphanage children.  He will keep wanting food until his plate or bowl is overflowing.  He won't eat all of it, but I think he takes comfort in knowing it is there.  Once he even hid a piece of beef on the ledge behind our booth and got it and ate it as we were leaving - kind of gross, actually.  His favorite food is congee - a rice porridge  that is kind of like bland rice soup with various meets.  The only problem is, it is usually SUPER HOT and he hates to wait for it to cool down.  He gets very upset if he can not have it right away!  We have started to ask for an extra bowl to mix a little at a time with cold water to make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think with all the food he eats he would be bigger - but he is so tiny.  He is wearing a size 18-24 month and they are even a bit big.  We forget that he is almost 3, so when he does something a 3 yr old would do, we are surprised because he is so small.  It is quite deceiving.  Later today we are going to Walmart as a group to shop for necessities.  And believe me some clothes are on our list because I only have 2 outfits that fit him.  He wore one yesterday and he will wear the second today!  And then, we will be in trouble because all the 2T clothes I brought are way big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, trust me his size does not slow him down one bit!  The kid is a maniac.  He never sits still and he is just bursting with talking and personality (reminds me A LOT of Lilly - I think I am in big trouble with those two!).  The other families laugh at him and think he is so cute, but I think they are secretly relieved it is not them chasing him all over as they walk around with their sweet little girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of the other families, it has been so awesome to be here with them.  There were 5 families that hooked up in Beijing (there was a total of 7 families, but the other two were more to themselves).  But only 2 came to Nanning with us - the Heckys and the Kruits.  We also have the other 2 families with us, but again they are more on their own.  One of those families is on their 4th Chinese adoption and is so helpful to the rest of us.  They know everything and are always stocked with things that we do not think about because we did not even know we needed them!  They have shared many things with us: cookies, fruit snacks, bibs, spoons, etc.  We are all so grateful for them!  But, the Heckys and the Kruits have been our constant companions and support during all of this.  We are already making plans for a reunion in a year or so because we all live on the east coast (Ohio, Chicago, and VA).  It would be fun to see these kids in a year speaking English and feeling like regular family members!  And we will hook up with the other 2 original families in a few days in Guangzhou.  We are excited to meet their new children.  One has  a boy about the same age as Qi Fu.  Hmmm, wonder if he is crazy, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author's note:  By the way, that cute little panda shirt in the photo was a mess by the end of the day.  I am not sure it will ever be the same again.  What a pity.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-7161935110368234611?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/7161935110368234611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-to-know-qi-fu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7161935110368234611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7161935110368234611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-to-know-qi-fu.html' title='Getting to Know Qi Fu'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScqgDj6Xj1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/mtgWceH6AvA/s72-c/DSC01531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-1194318044887418608</id><published>2009-03-24T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:54:41.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sclsbm_yFlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GbYf4q9NTL0/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sclsbm_yFlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GbYf4q9NTL0/s320/DSC01507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316900056667919954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caution!  This is a long post!  I am using this as my personal journal, so I have included everything.  Proceed with caution.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just start by saying that now I know why Qi Fu (Emmett) was tied to his crib in one photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting ahead of myself.  So, let me back up to the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 24, 2009 was the most emotional day of my life.  It was like getting married and having babies all in one.  It is hard to describe how I felt, but let me just say it felt like an emotional whirlwind inside my head and stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally fell asleep around midnight and woke up about 3am because I was so excited and nervous.  Our day began with a gathering of the 5 Holt families in the hotel lobby at 5:30 am.  We were then taken to the airport and were soon on our way to Nanning where we would meet our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to digress here and tell a little bit about our flight.  It was a very unique experience that I do not want to forget.  First of all, the 11 of us were the only Caucasian people on the plane.  I think this was my first time being a true minority...I kind of liked it.  The other passengers were very curious and friendly to us.  I really enjoyed watching them.  It was the loudest plane ride I have ever taken - people were standing up and yelling to people across the plane, laughing and gesturing as they settled in.  And no one payed any attention to seat belt signs - they moved around whenever they wanted and when we finally landed, people were up and getting their stuff before the plane even slowed down!  Oh, the shock of it all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After landing, we met our Holt guide, Jane, who is a local of Nanning, at the airport.  She is very kind and most helpful.  She explained to us the procedure for getting our children and what we needed to prepare ourselves for.  We had 2 hours back at the hotel to get ready and eat lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you about Nanning.  Nanning is in the Guangxi Province (pronounced "Gwan-see" we found out after all of us had been saying it wrong for weeks).  Guangxi is where all of our children are from.  Now, this is what I expected China to be like - older, more gritty and rural than Beijing.  (Beijing is a very westernized metropolis like NYC and caters to English speakers.  It is very modern and elaborate.  The area we stayed in was like 5th Avenue - only cleaner and nicer!)  In Nanning, very few locals speak English and we have to do a lot of pointing and gesturing to be understood when Jane is not around.  It's actually quite fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first lunch in a restaurant across from the hotel.  It is nicknamed "The Baby Restaurant" because there are babies painted on the front and it is where adopting families often eat.  The food was really good (oh, by the way, we can say goodbye to any westernized food for the next week), but I learned after 2 meals there that I do not want to eat chicken while here.  Every part of the chicken is used in the food - fat, gristle, bones, and all.  I really don't like that.  But, the beef and shrimp are yummy.  Maybe I'll even get brave enough to try some of the other "sea food" available.  We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we were off to the civil affairs office to finally meet our children.  Can I just say, I was so nervous that my hands were shaking and I don't think that has ever happened to me before!  When we got off the elevator at the CA building, our children were standing in the hall with their nannies.  They took one look at us and all started crying and running away!  We were taken into a room to wait for them to be brought in individually, but we could hear them outside crying and one (we were told) kept saying "I don't want to go in there!"  Of course all the moms were crying by now and we were all nervously laughing and joking.  Then, after a brief welcome, they were escorted in one at a time to be met by their new families.  Qi Fu was the third one brought in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to Qi Fu and handed him a car as I smiled at him.  He took it with a smile and then turned around and walked away!  I guess he thought I was Santa or something!  But, after a few moments he realized what was going on and began to cry with all the other children.  It was the saddest thing to hear - all these little people wailing and terrified!  Qi Fu's nannies stayed for a few minutes.  They had a bag of items from his foster mom for us (Jane translated the conversation for me).  She gave us some extra clothes, diapers, a package of his favorite crackers, a photo of them with Qi Fu, a letter for us (which Jane will translate later) and his foot braces (which he hates and I don't blame him because they look torturous.  They said we do not have to make him wear them.  We can wait until we visit our doctor at home and get her recommendation.  Phew!!!)  Then the nannies left and we were on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little guy cried and cried.  I could distract him for a few minutes by taking him to the window to see the cars and the elevator.  But, it was the red balloon we blew up that made all the difference.  He loves that balloon and has carried it around all day with him - I really hope it doesn't pop any time soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, he would let me hold him and comfort him.  It was really adorable, he wanted his tears and nose wiped every few minutes.  They said he likes hugs and that is true!  He would let me and Hannah hold and hug him.  Eric was a different matter.  He didn't want Eric at all.  (Of course most of you know little kids LOVE Eric and always go to him, so it was a bit of a surprise.  Maybe the red hair did it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it was time to go back to the hotel with our children.  Qi Fu was so cute because when he heard we were leaving, he started to help clean up the toys in the room!  By then he had stopped crying and was resigned to his fate.  He walked with me to the bus (his little walk is so cute - he has a slight limp, but trust me it does not slow him down!).  He climbed the bus stairs (which were huge) with my help and went straight to the back seat and snuggled up in the corner by the window with his balloon.  On the ride he did not want us to touch him.  He kept pushing us away and glaring at us.  But, when I began to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" he sang along in Chinese!  SO CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back to our hotel, his curiosity and naturally cheerful disposition got the better of him.  As soon as he walked in our room, he plunged in.  We began with stickers (which I put on his forehead and he proceeded to put on all of ours) and then it never stopped!  He played with EVERYTHING and began laughing and talking.  Our really big breakthrough came when I gave him markers and a coloring book.  He took out the markers one at a time and would pull off the cap, scribble a bit, then put the cap back on and place the marker in a neat little row on the desk.  He had a hard time taking off the lid and putting it back on at first, so I showed him and every time he did it on his own we would cheer and he would giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I know this is super long and you may be getting bored, I will list a few things we learned about Qi FU on our first day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  He has been taught very well and is very neat.  He put his shoes in the closet with ours when he saw them there and always cleans up.  He knows how to do most things for himself and seems to follow rules very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  He learns very quick!  He has already began to mimic our words correctly and even started using sign at dinner when he wanted more food.  It is quite amazing to witness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He LOVES water.  Seriously.  I have NEVER seen  a child love water as much as him and I already have 2 water babies!  The first time he went potty and needed to wash his hands, he stuck his hand under the faucet and squirted himself in the face.  He laughed hysterically and kept repeating it over and over.  Then when we went to the lobby, he saw the fountain and I had to catch him before he dove in!  I did let him splash in it a bit until I got some stern stares from the locals (bad mommy!).  And last night after dinner we gave him his first bath and you would think we were at Disney World.  He loved it that much!  (They usually recommend not changing your child's clothes or bathing them for at least 24 hours, but with Emmett we knew he would have no problem as long as water was involved!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  He loves his veggies!  Hopefully he can influence Lilly a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  He did indeed have surgery on his little feet a couple months ago - he has the scars to prove it.  We are waiting for more information to be sent over to us to take back home to our doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  He is a great sleeper (so far).  He curled up with Hannah on the bed and was out in minutes.  He did not want to be in the crib, so we let him fall asleep in the bed and then moved him.  He has been asleep for about 11 hours now.  We don't know how he will do when he wakes, but I suspect he may cry when he realizes we were not just a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  He is a BUSY little boy!  Perhaps it is all the excitement, but I do not think he stopped for 10 seconds since we got back to the hotel.  He loves to go on walks and ride the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that sums up our first day with Qi Fu.  You may be wondering why I am not referring to him as Emmett yet.  The reason is because we have not started calling him that yet.  Over the next few days we will make the transition.  Until then, he is our little Liu Qi Fu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-1194318044887418608?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/1194318044887418608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/gotcha-day.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/1194318044887418608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/1194318044887418608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/gotcha-day.html' title='Gotcha Day!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sclsbm_yFlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GbYf4q9NTL0/s72-c/DSC01507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-3249380549770119372</id><published>2009-03-23T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:14:11.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally We Get to See New Pictures of Emmett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SceYeJ9ccGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5dFnoihwnMg/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316385528971292770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SceYeJ9ccGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5dFnoihwnMg/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to Tienanmen Square and the Forbidden City. Now, I knew the place would be big, but I was not prepared for how HUGE it was! It seemed like it just went on and on and on...I really loved the Forbidden City- especially the Emperor's Palace. Being a history geek, I loved hearing about all the dynasties and emperors, especially the "baby emperors" who were coached by their mother's from behind a screen. You know what they say, "Behind every great man, is a woman!" But the most amazing fact I learned today was that the emperor was allowed up to 3,000 concubines!!! Imagine if each of them had only 1 child...but chances are, they each had several. The emperor could have several thousand children! Now we know the REAL reason why there is a population issue in China! &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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SceYeGOfqcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xran69hZNnI/s1600-h/DSC01451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316385527969065410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SceYeGOfqcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xran69hZNnI/s320/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening our travel group all went out to see the nightly "Snack Street" here in Beijing. The street is lined with vendors selling the most bizarre foods - all skewered on sticks. If you can imagine it, it was being cooked on a stick! Squid, octopus, snakes, scorpions, silk worms and animal genitalia just to nam&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SceYdSSI_TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7Wj8lH9UTio/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e a few. Really fun to see, but quite stinky and in no way edible in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As cool as all of that was, it could not compare with our morning Holt orientation meeting. We learned a lot of important things to prepare us for the rest of our trip and adoption. But, the highlight came at the end when we were all given a scrapbook with updated photos and information on our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I learned from our update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Emmett is tiny!!! He is still only 23 pounds and just about 21/2 feet tall even though he is 2.9 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When it comes to clothes, gender is paid no attention. In one photo, Emmett is wearing a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink ruffled turtleneck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Emmet is apparently quite rambunctious because he is TIED to his crib in the same photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He likes to play outside and take baths. He and Lilly should have lots of fun together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He was sent back to the hospital for "surgery" in December and just returned to the orphanage in February. We are still trying to figure out what "surgery" means in his case. Our social worker believes it means recasting and braces. We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He loves hugs! Yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He has the CUTEST smile and sweetest littlest face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. It is almost unbearable to wait until tomorrow to finally meet him and make him ours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tomorrow is the big day - Gotcha Day! We leave Beijing at 5:30 am and will meet him around 3:30pm. Right now we have been encouraged to go to sleep early to prepare for our big day tomorrow, but come on, who can sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-3249380549770119372?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/3249380549770119372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-we-get-to-see-new-pictures-of.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3249380549770119372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3249380549770119372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-we-get-to-see-new-pictures-of.html' title='Finally We Get to See New Pictures of Emmett'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SceYeJ9ccGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5dFnoihwnMg/s72-c/DSC01425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-6511541647148924460</id><published>2009-03-22T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:11:27.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing The Great Wall</title><content type='html'>We had one of the coolest days ever!  We met up with four other Holt families and went on a tour of the Great Wall and Old Beijing.  The wall is everything you can imagine!  We climbed up 850 meters to the upperm&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScYsIbf7G8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AxFFUfoAnts/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScYsIbf7G8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AxFFUfoAnts/s320/DSC01281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315984933489679298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ost part of the Wall in our area.  It took about 11/2 hours and was one of the hardest climbs we have ever done.  There were times when the grade was so steep, you were practically walking horizontal!  And there were more pushy tourists than you can ever imagine!  I finally just had to laugh when I was pushed around by two old Chinese ladies that were about 6 inches shorter than me...and that's saying a lot.  It was pretty funny.  Hannah even had one family request she take a picture with them!  She was kind enough to oblige.  But, the best part was the view&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScYsIrVcsSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PUf4j5W3S-s/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScYsIrVcsSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PUf4j5W3S-s/s320/DSC01309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315984937740710178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It was gorgeous!  The Chinese terrain is different than anything else we have ever seen...very Mulan-like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Wall, we went to a factory where they make copper and enamel pottery (I can't remember what it is called...I will have to look it up later).  I could not believe how intricate the copper work was!  We watched a couple of artists create and I can say they are VERY patient people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Beijing was pretty neat, too.  We rode in rickshaws to visit a local family and see their house.  It was typical of homes in Beijing where 3-5 people live together.  It was about 100 square feet (the size of our bedroom) and did not even contain a bathroom.  There are public baths on each street that everyone shares.  I can not even imagine waking up at 3 am and having to go down the street to use the toilet!  It was fun to see how local people live, though.  Now I know why our airport escort thought our house was a villa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at the house, the niece was working on glass bottle painting.  She actually paints inside of these teeny-tiny bottles.  It was gorgeous work.  She let me and Hannah try it...I kinda of made a heart and Hannah made a deformed smiley-face.  Trust me, it was harder than she made it look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first chinese meal this afternoon.  It was a group meal with our tour.  We all sat at this huge round table with a lazy suzan in the middle that was crammed with plates of food...sweet and sour chicken, peanut chicken, vegetables in suace, ham and beef slices, dumplings, and fish (whole with head and eyes still intact).  It was delicious.  Unfortunately, one couple had already experienced stomach problems, so they barely ate more than rice.  Made me wonder if we will be in their shoes sometime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some more pics of our day along the side of the page.  We will make slide show links as soon as we are not too tired to spend time figuring it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScYsHiAXBZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S-SvD-giOE8/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScYsHiAXBZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/S-SvD-giOE8/s320/DSC01302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315984918056469906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-6511541647148924460?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/6511541647148924460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/climbing-great-wall.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6511541647148924460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/6511541647148924460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/climbing-great-wall.html' title='Climbing The Great Wall'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/ScYsIbf7G8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AxFFUfoAnts/s72-c/DSC01281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-5945395464268676514</id><published>2009-03-21T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:20:01.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally...it is 9pm Saturday night China time (9am Saturday morning for you!) and we are settling in for bed after a very long day.  The flight over was a tad bit eventful.  We were scheduled to leave Dulles at 12:30, but after sitting on the runway for about an hour, the pilot announced that we would all have to leave the plane due to mechanical difficulties (some technical thing about a tracker that is used when you fly over the North Pole not working...don't ask me!)  So, we were all told to go to another terminal and wait...after about an hour of waiting, we boarded another plane.  After that it was business as usual.  We were really luck because the plane was not full, so we could spread out a bit.  Trust me, it helped a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing is interesting.  It was 4pm when we arrived and the city was covered in a gray fog...um, actually pollution haze, I guess (gross!).  And it is HUGE!  One block takes about 15 minutes to walk!  We didn't venture too far from the hotel tonight because we were all so tired.  But we did have a fab dinner at the hotel.  You won't believe it, but it was a French buffet!  Yes, that's right.  We couldn't resist the lure of chocolate mousse and crepes.  And besides, we'll have 2 weeks to experience authentic Chinese cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow we meet our tour guide at 8 am to go to the Great Wall.  It is a dream come true.  Can't wait to tell you all about it!  And on Monday we were told we will get new pictures of Emmett (Qi Fu).  Seriously can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-5945395464268676514?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/5945395464268676514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-made-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5945395464268676514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5945395464268676514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-made-it.html' title='We Made It!!!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-9065902303381761439</id><published>2009-03-19T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:55:40.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itinerary</title><content type='html'>For all of you out there who are curious about what we will be doing in China, here is our schedule. Just Remember, we will be doing everything 12 hours before you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Depart for China (15 hour plane ride to look forward to!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp   Arrive in Beijing (Finally!!!) and go directly to hotel to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp  Take a tour of the Great Wall (HAnnah's dream come true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp   Meet other adopting families and have group orientation&lt;br /&gt;              Group tour of Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp   Travel to Nanning&lt;br /&gt;              Meet Emmett at the Civil Affairs Office at 3:30pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;Paperwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Adoption registration and notorization&lt;br /&gt;Group dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp  Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Touring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Visit Yiling Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Touring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Touring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Get Emmet's passport&lt;br /&gt;Travel to Guangzhou and stay at the world famous White Swan Hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Paperwork check and Visa medical check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Visa Appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Oath Taking Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;Travel to Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Day 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Go Home!!! (Just a mere 19 hour trip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. This is what we need to do in order to bring Qi Fu home as our very own. By the time we leave China, his adoption is final and he will become a legal US citizen when we enter the US. Seems so easy, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-9065902303381761439?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/9065902303381761439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/itinerary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/9065902303381761439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/9065902303381761439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/itinerary.html' title='Itinerary'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8326307211124875354</id><published>2009-03-17T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:18:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sb_zgwXTPcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1pVPj6yHWUU/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314233829384469954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sb_zgwXTPcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1pVPj6yHWUU/s320/DSC01251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dilemma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to fit enough clothes for 4 people for 2 weeks into 3 bags 40 pounds or lighter, plus add in a mini-pharmacy, daycare, and toy store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Solution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our final days come upon me, I find myself struggling with the age old problem of packing. Not only does it require so much work to prepare for it - laundry, shopping, lists, etc. - but it also requires super human strength of will as I decide what I can't possibly go half way around the world without, and what I can sacrifice and leave behind. Throw in all the unknowns of Emmett, and it is a pretty daunting task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps my biggest complaint is that while I have been working on packing for DAYS, Eric will come home, throw some things in the bag for himself and be done in about 15 minutes. So, unfair! This is one of those division of labors that I am pretty sure I got the short stick. But, it has to be this way. What women/mother in her right mind would leave such a sacred responsibility to a &lt;em&gt;man?&lt;/em&gt; Not this one and not any one I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he would not roll the shirts together tight enough to prevent wrinkles and maximize space. I know he would forget the essentials like make-up and hair straightener. And let's not even imagine the nightmare of opening the suitcases and discovering that there is only 1 toothbrush for 4 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, alas, you see my point. The burden must rest solely on my capable shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off I go back to the packing slave pits, mumbling under my breath and basking in my own self-depricating, OCD glory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Note from author: This was meant to be a humorous rant on my own foibles and not a man-hating/girls-are-better-than-boys rampage. Hope you got that&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8326307211124875354?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8326307211124875354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/packing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8326307211124875354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8326307211124875354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/Sb_zgwXTPcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1pVPj6yHWUU/s72-c/DSC01251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-699525846231590326</id><published>2009-03-10T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:05:02.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days To China - But Who's Counting?</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that we will be leaving for China in 10 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exactly two weeks we will meet Qi Fu (aka Emmett). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed and grateful to be in this position today.  It has taken four years of ups and downs, of doubts and faith, of hope and frustration.  But we are almost there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I make my final lists and decide what I will pack in my 40 pound limited suitcase, I feel ashamed that I ever doubted, that I was ready to give up and throw in the proverbial towel.  And all because I was impatient.  Things were not progressing on my time schedule and I don't like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the Lord had other plans and I could not block out the nagging little feeling I got whenever I was ready to hang my tail in defeat and give up.  HE knew little Qi Fu was being born about 2 months after our dossier reached China, that he was being left on the steps of an orphanage on the other side of the world because he was not "perfect," that he would spend 244 days in a hospital enduring casts and therapy and examinations, that he would be sent to a foster home after he recovered, that he would be termed "adoptable" and placed on the list that was given to Holt, and finally that Eric would call me as I sat in a movie theater waiting with friends to watch "Twilight" with news that would reduce me to tears regardless of my very public domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to trust the Lord more fully - for he sees what I do not.  I have learned that when an answer is given, there usually is no promise of timetables given with it.  I have gained a stronger testimony that the Lord loves me and knows what is best for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were hard lessons to learn, but well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 10 more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-699525846231590326?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/699525846231590326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-days-to-china-but-whos-counting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/699525846231590326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/699525846231590326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-days-to-china-but-whos-counting.html' title='10 Days To China - But Who&apos;s Counting?'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-7807716520718709109</id><published>2009-03-09T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:17:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilly Wisdom or "Lillyism" For Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SbUWtEqoWpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vDWVSmwh8HI/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311176299155839634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SbUWtEqoWpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vDWVSmwh8HI/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a bit of Lilly wisdom she shared at a wedding reception on Saturday evening as she was with me in the bathroom while I changed into my dress from my grungy kitchen-help clothes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly: Where's Whitney's new daddy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ira: Her daddy? Oh, you mean her new husdand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly: Yeah. Where is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ira: I think he's out there with Whitney somewhere. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly: Good. Cuz they need to kiss...kiss for real so that they can have the same germs. Then they will be a REAL family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Then...on the way home that same evening)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly: I didn't hear Whitney and her husband kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ira: Yeah, we saw them. Remember when they first came in and when they cut the cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly: Yeah, but I didn't HEAR them kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ira: What do you mean you didn't HEAR them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly: You know when you kiss for real and make this sound (Smooching sound from back seat). They have to do that so they can be a REAL family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ira: I think they did that...the music was just too loud to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilly: Good, cuz they have to be a REAL family now and kiss like a REAL family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always enlightening to hear what goes on in that little brain of hers!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-7807716520718709109?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/7807716520718709109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/lilly-wisdom-or-lillyism-for-short.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7807716520718709109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7807716520718709109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/03/lilly-wisdom-or-lillyism-for-short.html' title='Lilly Wisdom or &quot;Lillyism&quot; For Short'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SbUWtEqoWpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vDWVSmwh8HI/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-2863831834188292927</id><published>2009-02-26T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:17:01.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going to CHINA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I stayed away all day so that I wouldn't wait by the computer for the anticipated information. Upon my return, I was rewarded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it was in my in-box...a message from Holt confirming our travel dates and consulate appointment! But, the thing that stood out to me like a flashing red light was the "GOTCHA! Day" date (the day you actually pick up your child is fondly referred to as "Gotcha Day").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SacGZFKjJlI/AAAAAAAAADo/t2xhScI06yM/s1600-h/Mug+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307217713832339026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SacGZFKjJlI/AAAAAAAAADo/t2xhScI06yM/s320/Mug+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 24th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will finally meet my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be the mother of two daughters and 1 son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have a boy of my very own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I feel right now? Pretty surreal. It's kind of like when you are 9 months pregnant and you want that baby to come so bad that it is practically all you can think about. But, then as labor begins you find yourself thinking, "I'm not ready! I can wait a little longer. Please let me wait a little longer!" It's not that you don't want your child, it's just that fear of the unknown has just tightened it's icy jaws around your heart and you realize everything is about to change. Permanently. Forever. And you are scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, that pretty much sums it all up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how do I move past it, you ask? Well, I to do my happy dance with Lilly in the kitchen and squeal with Hannah as we jump around the house clutching hands. It's amazing how expending a little pent up energy can clear the mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, where's my notebook? I've got lists to make, and tickets to buy, and paperwork to do, and clothes to pack, and doctor appointments to make, and...&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-2863831834188292927?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/2863831834188292927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-going-to-china.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2863831834188292927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/2863831834188292927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-going-to-china.html' title='We&apos;re going to CHINA!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SacGZFKjJlI/AAAAAAAAADo/t2xhScI06yM/s72-c/Mug+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8683581289710914999</id><published>2009-02-24T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:59:20.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Edition</title><content type='html'>I just found out that my best bud since we were twelve - Yolanda (you all remember how attached we were!) just completed her adoption of a little girl!!! Zoe is 7 days old and was adopted domestically right there in Florida. We are so excited for them! I can't wait to see her in person. (I need to ask if I can post a photo for you all to see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint is that the adoption took a month! Can you believe it? We have been waiting 4 years and they make it happen in a month. Some people have all the luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually they have been working on the whole adoption thing for several years, but this adoption took only a month...so I guess it's all fair:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Yolanda, Dele, and Max!!! We love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8683581289710914999?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8683581289710914999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8683581289710914999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8683581289710914999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-edition.html' title='New Edition'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-7333157224601982570</id><published>2009-02-23T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:57:34.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There!</title><content type='html'>Today we received our official invitation to travel to China with the purpose to adopt!  WaHoo!!!  We are so excited.  Now we are just waiting for our US consulate appointment to make all the arrangements - we have been told it should be just a few more days (Hmmm...where have we heard that before?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so hard to wait.  But, here are a few tips to help with waiting if you should ever find yourself in similar circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Start a blog...write a whole bunch the first week, then run out of things to say because nothing has happened because YOU ARE STILL WAITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Go to Chinese New Year and hook up with some fab people who can give you lots of advice and help as you are pretty sure you are clueless and desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Read other adoption blogs and cry like a baby because you want it to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Shop for clothes that you are hoping will fit your child, but aren't sure because the only sizes you have are from 10 months earlier when he was 21 months old and the size of an American 1yr old...but what the heck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Read Pearl Buck's "The Good Earth" and fervently count your blessings that you live when and where you do.  Then compare yourself to O-lan and realize she is so "DA WOMAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Join Facebook so that everyone you know or ever knew can be excited for you and send you sweet encouragements that uplift you and keep you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Visit your doctor and get antibiotics and scabies ointment.  Then head to Walmart and purchase as many bottles of lice shampoo you can find because you and your teenage daughter are so paranoid that you are already itching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Make lists...clothing, medications, toys, snacks, tech toys, etc.  (If you think of anything else we may need, let me know and I'll put it on my list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Try to learn Chinese but realize you are utterly hopeless and pray that you can at least learn how to say the important stuff:  I love you, Are you hungry?, Do you have to go potty?, I know we are totally weird to you but we are your new family and we have been waiting AGES to get you and you will just love us and your new home and your new life if you will just give us a chance.... Hmmm...The last phrase may be a bit too complicated for our limited repertoire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Read everything you can about separation anxiety and adjustment issues, then give up because you realize every child is different and you will just have to roll with whatever comes your way.  And you are really starting to freak yourself out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this list helps all of you out there waiting...and waiting...and waiting...Luckily, our wait is almost over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-7333157224601982570?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/7333157224601982570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7333157224601982570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7333157224601982570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-there.html' title='Almost There!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-3437711916624357565</id><published>2009-01-28T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:22:22.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to Become a Big Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYEpblMbBgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6qMtK8WDcWo/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296560190581835266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYEpblMbBgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6qMtK8WDcWo/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Lilly is very interested in the whole adoption thing...actually, you could say obsessed!  It is very cute.  She requests the same book every night at bedtime (for weeks!): "The White Swan Express".  This book is about 4 different families traveling to China to pick up their new baby girls.  She is seriously disappointed that there are no Chinese adoption books about getting little brothers, though.  She doesn't understand why other people don't have Chinese brothers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She loves to sit on my lap while I read blogs about China...trust me, this opened up a whole can of worms about cleft lips and special needs and why Emmett's foot is "hurt!"  She met a little girl with a cleft lip the other day and she was so excited because she knew all about them!  She kept whispering in my ear all the facts she has stored in her super scary smart brain.  I was pretty impressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the funniest thing is that she keeps playing "adopting from China" with her friends.  One day as I was cleaning a closet in the basement, I heard her and her friend Hailey Whittier playing this.  Lilly led them through the whole process of getting a baby brother: the paperwork, the physicals from the doctor, taking pictures, and - my personal favorite - getting shots.  I watched as Lilly led Hailey into the play tent to give her the shots she would need.  Then I heard the whole conversation:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilly: Ok, Hailey, we have to give you a shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hailey:  Ow, ow, ow! (author's note: I am not sure what instrument was used in the process, but I suspect it was a princess figurine hi-jacked from the toy castle.  Trust me, she has a pointy hat that could do some serious damage!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lilly: (Soothingly) Shots hurt, don't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hailey: They hurt real bad, Lilly.  I don't think we can play this anymore.  It really hurts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was all there was to it.  I, of course, was laughing hysterically - actually, I'm doing it again just thinking about it!  I love that little girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-3437711916624357565?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/3437711916624357565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-to-become-big-sister.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3437711916624357565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/3437711916624357565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-to-become-big-sister.html' title='Waiting to Become a Big Sister'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYEpblMbBgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6qMtK8WDcWo/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-7233549504076520016</id><published>2009-01-27T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:27:00.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer To China!</title><content type='html'>Our China Visas have arrived!!! We have everything except our travel approval and dates. Basically, this means that we are waiting for the Chinese government to assign us a time when we are allowed to come and for the US government to assign us a consolate appointment time. We were told we would get this info in about 2-5 weeks from getting our Acceptance Letter. It will be three weeks tomorrow! Almost there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-7233549504076520016?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/7233549504076520016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-step-closer-to-china.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7233549504076520016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/7233549504076520016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-step-closer-to-china.html' title='One Step Closer To China!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8194363784707410975</id><published>2009-01-26T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:05:02.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmett's Bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SX6H7nH_sLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2QDw_zpJAp8/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SX6H7nH_sLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2QDw_zpJAp8/s320/DSC01034.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we received our match and found out we were getting a totally adorable little boy, I FREAKED OUT!!!  I mean, what do I know about BOYS?  I have 2 sweet (and sometimes not so sweet) "little" girls.  And we had been expecting another little girl for 4 years.  I had it all planned out...Lilly and Sophie (that was the name we picked out) would share a room.  I bought not 1, but 2 matching quilts fom Pottery Barn Kids, put Lilly in the largest room with a double closet, made sure all of her clothes were kept in pristine condition so that they could become "hand-me-downs" (it also gave me an excuse to buy lots of clothes since 2 girls would be wearing them).  We had the pink, flowery bath, the cutest, girly playroom...it was perfect.  Sophie could move into the Sharp household with hardly a ripple in our sea of tranquility...  And then here comes Emmett making a huge splash all over my plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I was really excited - a bit shell-shocked- but, happy.  As you all can imagine (at least everyone who is aware of my OCD tendencies) I layed awake at night rethinking all my plans.  I finally had a solution...I would change everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next two weeks running around like a crazy person and making my family crazy in the process.  But I was successful!  I switched Lilly and Hannah's rooms (afterall Hannah is the oldest and by right deserves the biggest room with the biggest closet), dismantled my office/guest room, set up my office in the basement, neutralized the bath, painted all three bedrooms and bath, redesigned Hannah's room (she went from a twin to a queen bed), and decorated Emmett's room in the cutest Robot theme you ever did see!  WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look how cute it turned out!  Now, about the playroom...&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8194363784707410975?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8194363784707410975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmetts-bedroom.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8194363784707410975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8194363784707410975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmetts-bedroom.html' title='Emmett&apos;s Bedroom'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SX6H7nH_sLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2QDw_zpJAp8/s72-c/DSC01034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8243545251661713046</id><published>2009-01-25T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:17:43.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First FCC Activity</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to our first official FCC (Families with Children from China) dinner.  It was a casual dinner for families waiting for their matches.  We were a bit nervous about dragging Lilly to a restaurant with people we have never met and hoped she would be on her best behavior ( for the last week she has been throwing these really LOUD, drawn out fits!!!).  But she did great and even had another little girl to play with ..whew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a bit ahead of most people there in the waiting game, but it was still fun to exchange stories and feel their support.  As one person said last night, it's hard for people to understand what it feels like to be waiting for what seems like forever unless they are going through it too!  Right on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one family who already had 2 little girls from China (4yr old and 2 yr old).   They adopted both through Holt, too!  We loved talking to them about their trips (they just returned about 6 months ago with their youngest) and the settling in phase.  This is what we learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The flight to China is fun and exciting.  The flight home is a nightmare to be dreaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The first 24 hours with your new child can be utter H-E- Double Hockey Sticks...but hang in there it will get  better in a twinkling of an eye and suddenly your child accepts and loves you.  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The kids will adjust to time changes easily - we (yawn), on the other hand (yawn), will suffer for weeks:)  YAHOO!...(YAWN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Learn to haggle and you'll get great deals.  Neither Eric nor I are very good at this.  Luckily we have a friend who is an expert and can give us some tips...Never give up, never surrender!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pack your suitcase light (no more than 40 lbs), but stuff your back pack until it is almost heavy enough to force you to fall over on your back with your feet kicking in the air like a flipped over turtle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The food is great, but you can pretty much count on getting sick sometime during the trip.  Yum, yum!. We have our anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biotics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; filled and waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of other useful information and tips, but this is all that is coming to me at the moment.  The point is we learned a lot.  Our next activity is the Chinese New Year Celebration on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8243545251661713046?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8243545251661713046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-first-fcc-activity.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8243545251661713046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8243545251661713046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-first-fcc-activity.html' title='Our First FCC Activity'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-5713383237560466777</id><published>2009-01-25T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:39:29.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Steps</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday January 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we received our official Acceptance Letter from China.  This basically means that China has reviewed our Letter of Intent (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOI&lt;/span&gt;) for Emmett and accepted our petition to adopt him.  (We had to write the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOI&lt;/span&gt; within 24 hours of receiving our Match (Nov. 21) and officially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;declare&lt;/span&gt; that we wanted to adopt Emmett. ) After six weeks of waiting, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the Acceptance letter from China.  It was pretty cool...the letter was written in Chineese and was green and red with an official seal (we made a color copy for Emmett!)  We had to sign and overnight it back.  Now it's back to the waiting game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the acceptance letter, we were told we could apply for our Visas.  We received a notice that we will be getting them on Monday,  Jan. 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  All we need now is our official travel dates.  Than it's off to China!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-5713383237560466777?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/5713383237560466777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5713383237560466777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/5713383237560466777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-steps.html' title='Next Steps'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6594904107069369043.post-8498314810562531317</id><published>2009-01-20T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:21:34.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Red Thread</title><content type='html'>We have decided to set up this blog to keep all of our friends and family up to date about our impending adoption and trip to China. We love all of you and are so thankful for all the support and encouragement we have received over the past four years. We are so excited that the journey to find our little guy is almost over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our Red Thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An invisible &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red thread&lt;/span&gt; connects those who are destined to meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regardless of time, place, or circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thread may stretch or tangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it will never break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Ancient Chinese Belief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tradition in China that loved ones and friends are connected together by an invisible &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red thread&lt;/span&gt;. In every significant relationship this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red thread&lt;/span&gt; binds individuals together across distances, countries, ages, ethnicities, etc. to form a unit. You can see evidence of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red thread&lt;/span&gt; in shared dates, beliefs, names, coincidences, experiences, etc. Here is the story of our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red thread&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, we have been in the process of adopting a little girl from China for almost 4 years. As our paper work drew closer to yet another expiration date, we decided to withdraw our application and quit the whole process. When our social worker contacted us about setting up an appointment for our home study update, we told her we did not need it because we were pulling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then our quarterly newsletter from Holt (the agency that handles the international adoption with China) arrived. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was in the process of throwing it away – without reading it - when a headline caught my eye.&lt;/span&gt; It said something along the lines of “we thought we would get a girl but ended up with the boy of our dreams.” This surprised me and I wondered how someone got a little boy from China since I had been under the impression that the only boys available were those with severe special needs. Skimming the article, I saw a new program referred to: China’s Child of Promise. I told Eric about it that night and we decided we should check it out so that we could honestly say that we tried everything before we decided to cancel our application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I called Holt and learned that the Child of Promise Program was a new program developed by China and that only a handful of agencies were invited to participate. Holt was one of the few. The program was for the placement of children with what are termed very minor or easily correctible special needs. Our Holt social worker went on to explain that there were a lot of boys in the program because China has a very specific ideal of what they considered a “normal, healthy child.” For example, things we would not think twice about like birth marks and herniated umbilical cords are considered special needs. He also told us that if we were open to a boy that our wait time would be cut significantly because only about 6% of people were open to receiving a boy. He told us we could conceivably receive a match within 3-4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were astonished! We had never considered a boy. We prayed about it and decided to go forward with the new program and told Holt we were willing to tak&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SX0o3vHvy1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XjaustURLKw/s1600-h/Rice+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295433674864446290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SX0o3vHvy1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XjaustURLKw/s320/Rice+ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e a boy or a girl. We spent the next two weeks frantically redoing everything before they expired: home study, physicals, paperwork, fingerprints, etc. We also needed to switch our paperwork to accommodate a special needs child. We finally finished everything and e-mailed the paperwork to Holt on Monday, November 17th. They e-mailed back and told us we needed one more paper and some updated photos. Eric was out of town, so when he returned on Thursday we completed the required items. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They were e-mailed to Holt around 8:30 am on November 21st (Eric’s birthday). That evening, around 4:30 pm, we were contacted by Holt with a match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could not believe it! We never imagined receiving a match in 8 hours after our paperwork was completed. We had never heard of such a thing! We were matched with a little boy who is 2 years 5 months old. He was abandoned on an orphanage steps when he was (estimated) 3 weeks old. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His (estimated) birthday is June 17, 2006. We found out that birthday is shared with 3 of our good friends! &lt;/span&gt;His “special need” is a club foot. However, it is so minor that it does not require surgery. He wears orthopedics and goes to therapy. We will have him reassessed once he comes home and we will continue whatever treatments are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to name him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emmett Eric Sharp.&lt;/span&gt; Hannah and Lilly are so excited. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We learned that even before we turned our paperwork in that Lilly was telling her primary and preschool teachers about her baby brother from China! &lt;/span&gt;They say children know before we do because they are closer to the veil and I am beginning to think it is true. We have been spending the past few weeks preparing our home for a little boy: switching bedrooms, neutralizing our current pink flowery bathroom, etc. We are waiting now for updated measurements so that we can begin to purchase clothing for him. We anticipate traveling to China sometime in February/March to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have been humbled and amazed to see the hand of the Lord throughout this process.&lt;/span&gt; We thought we knew what we wanted, but the Lord knew better. We thought we knew when, but the Lord knew better. Looking back we see that He was in control from the beginning and we were being taught and prepared for His way. How grateful we are for His wisdom and love that blesses us every day! Though we talk about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red threads&lt;/span&gt; that bind us, we know it is the Lord who binds us together as friends and family – all part of His children and His great plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6594904107069369043-8498314810562531317?l=fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/feeds/8498314810562531317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-red-thread.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8498314810562531317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6594904107069369043/posts/default/8498314810562531317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fivelookingsharp.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-red-thread.html' title='Our Red Thread'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01176404490702917136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SYI1BBs9LkI/AAAAAAAAADI/Zkim23Va4LU/S220/bath+austen.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Yr3G35ySWs/SX0o3vHvy1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XjaustURLKw/s72-c/Rice+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
