tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7440070726397954382024-03-13T12:42:25.476-07:00Fish Family of FiveRachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-18955876715411316142015-02-22T21:44:00.001-08:002015-02-22T21:44:25.613-08:00Birthday Questions Age 6This is the 4th year I have asked Olivia these questions around her birthday!<br />
The other years are posted on the blog as well!<br />
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1. How old are you? 5, I mean 6!<br />
2. Who is your best friend? Katie, Kaylee, and Roslyn<br />
3. What is your favorite thing to do? Go outside for recess and play with friends<br />
4. What is your favorite color? Purple, pink, and light blue<br />
5. What is your favorite thing to eat? Bananas and sweet apples<br />
6. What do you like to do with your family? Play with them<br />
7. What is your favorite toy? Katie's toy horses<br />
8. What do you want to be when you grow up? Ballerina, police officer<br />
9. What makes you happy? Playing with Saedee, Royce and YaYa<br />
10. What makes you sad? If nobody plays with me<br />
11. What is your favorite TV show? Sheriff Callie and ninja turtles<br />
12. What is your favorite book? Peter rabbit<br />
13. What do you like to learn about? God and Jesus<br />
14. What was your favorite part of your birthday? Dancing on the stage for Zumba<br />
15. Where do you like to go? To Zumba with mom<br />
16. Who is your teacher? Mrs. Parks<br />
17. What is your favorite treat? Bananas<br />
18. What do you think about before you fall asleep? All the things we do, rock and roll<br />
19. If you could meet somebody famous, who would it be? Saedee (even though we explained what famous means)<br />
20. What is your favorite birthday present? The talking bird from Katie<br />
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Olivia and Mrs. Parks<br />
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Birthday DressRachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-59843260197155126402014-11-02T14:44:00.000-08:002014-11-02T15:50:54.637-08:00So Ready To ComplainThere are times when I forget how wonderfully blessed that I am! Let's take today for example.....<br />
Larry worked security at a church in Kansas City and Olivia and I went to church in Lathrop like always. Olivia and I came home, she played with a neighbor and I started cleaning the kitchen and making a new casserole recipe for dinner. Larry was supposed to be home around 2:30pm. Instead, he called at 2pm and said that the Missouri Police Funeral Team was being activated, which he is a member of. A 25 year old police officer was killed in the line of duty this morning, leaving his wife and young child. Larry is going to go help plan his funeral. He needed me to pack a suitcase and get all of his stuff ready. He went on to give me a detailed list of the exact items he would need. He would be home in 30 minutes and had to be back in KC at 5pm to leave and then he got off the phone. So while I am getting the suitcase out, getting his clothes out of the closet and drawers, I was very very VERY tempted to start complaining. "I have a MOMS meeting tomorrow night and he was going to pick Olivia up from school and have her at home during my meeting." "I am making a new recipe for dinner and now he won't be able to taste it." "I hate it when he is gone." "I have no idea when he will be back." Etc. Instead, I continued packing, texted a babysitter and arrange for her to watch Olivia tomorrow night, and silently said a prayer thanking The Lord that my husband is safe and able to go help a police officer's wife who is not so fortunate. I am very embarrassed and ashamed that I was that tempted to start complaining but glad that I chose to be thankful! And that I had the choice to be thankful! Larry hugged Olivia good-bye and when she asked where he was going, he carefully explained that a little kid a few hours away lost his or her dad this morning, because he died. He said that he was going to help the little kid and the mom for a day or two. He kissed us both goodbye and I thanked The Lord for my husband, while praying for this precious family whose entire life had just been turned upside down. I am so thankful for this hero and his sacrifice!<br />
<br />Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-83928554499637701512014-02-15T15:22:00.004-08:002014-02-15T16:01:01.921-08:00Birthday QuestionsI have asked Olivia these birthday questions the last 3 years:<br />
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Age 3 <br />
4 <br />
5<br />
1. How old are you?<br />
3 <br />
4 <br />
5<br />
2. Who is your best friend?<br />
Bubby Sissy <br />
Karlee <br />
Karlee, ZiZi, Claire, Roslyn<br />
3. What is your favorite thing to do?<br />
Play <br />
Toys <br />
Stir (cook)<br />
4. What is your favorite color?<br />
Pink <br />
Blue/Red <br />
Pink/Orange<br />
5. What is your favorite food?<br />
Noodles <br />
Cheese <br />
Pancakes<br />
6. What do you like to do with your family?<br />
My family likes hotdogs<br />
Minnie Mouse Bingo<br />
Play with them<br />
7. What is your favorite toy?<br />
Mouse, bed (?)<br />
Lambie, Doc McStuffins, Chilly<br />
Baby Boy and Bitty Baby<br />
8. What do you want to be when you grow up?<br />
A carseat<br />
A mom<br />
A married girl<br />
9. What makes you happy?<br />
That seat (new chair)<br />
Toys<br />
Hugging<br />
10. What makes you sad?<br />
The remote<br />
When you don't give me toys<br />
Not stirring (when I don't let her help me cook)<br />
11. What is your favorite TV show?<br />
Mickey Mouse<br />
Octonauts, Doc McStuffins<br />
Peppa Pig<br />
12. What is your favorite book?<br />
Bible<br />
Bible<br />
Bible<br />
13. What do you like to learn about?<br />
Balls<br />
Nothing<br />
Being friendly<br />
14. What was your favorite part of your birthday?<br />
Emma and Weston<br />
Tractors and lights<br />
Lady at grocery store giving me birthday spankins<br />
15. Where do you like to go?<br />
To the party<br />
To the store<br />
To the store with little carts (Kearney Country Mart/Price Chopper)<br />
16. Who is your teacher?<br />
Alicia<br />
Miss Mary Jo and Miss Alyssa<br />
Miss Holly, Miss Heather, Miss Heidi and Miss Alyssa<br />
17. What is your favorite treat?<br />
Fruit snacks<br />
Chocolate and candy<br />
Chocolate<br />
18. What do you think about before you fall asleep?<br />
My bed<br />
I love to rest and stay in my bed<br />
Nothing, just being married<br />
19. If you could meet someone famous, who would it be?<br />
Family<br />
Octonauts<br />
Saedee, Royce, YaYa, Muncle Roy and Mawmaw Kaye<br />
20. What was your favorite birthday present?<br />
My pink Barbie jeep<br />
Cupcake set and tractor<br />
Clothes for Baby boy<br />
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<br />Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-44904158342039318472013-12-22T17:46:00.002-08:002013-12-23T08:22:49.676-08:00Dandelions! What a year we have had. Last year for Christmas, my parents gave my family a gift certificate for family pictures. I decided that I would wait until Spring so that we can have the pictures taken outside.<br />
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The week of January 14, 2013, my mom had a biopsy due to an irregularity on her annual mammogram. On January 17, my mom called and said that she had breast cancer. On January 18, I had the worst birthday ever.<br />
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On January 31, my mom had surgery, she had the lump removed, they removed the lymph node sack and a few of the nodes were positive for cancer. My mother suffered through 6 months of chemotherapy and 6 weeks of radiation. This was SO hard on my mother. My father was so great to take care of my mom. I saw so much support from my parents' church, from family, from friends of my parents, friends of my sister and my own friends, church family, and co-workers. My mom was so strong and I am so proud of her.<br />
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In April, we took our family pictures with the gift certificate from my parents. I was very OCD, as usual, with the photographer. She probably won't take our pictures again even if we pay double :) We have two very different styles and I wanted to make sure everything was perfect. The kids were playing in the trees and Olivia kept picking up weeds and grass. I just wanted to smile and pose and she wanted us to be real. She is a great photographer and did a great job and I should have just trusted her.<br />
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This pic was my favorite and I almost ruined it by telling her to quit picking up the dandelions.<br />
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When I gave my mom the pictures, she loved them and hung them in her house! A couple months later she was at my house, looking at some of the pictures and told me this story:<br />
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In February when my mom was meeting with her oncologist and surgeon, they were explaining to her why Chemotherapy was necessary. They explained that when you have a dandelion that has the white cotton stuff on it and you blow it into your yard, you don't think too much about it, but give it a few months and dandelions are growing all over your yard. They were not sure where all of the cancer was hiding in her body, just like the dandelion seeds in your yard. So they do chemotherapy to make sure that all of the dandelions don't live, or all of the cancer is gone.<br />
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My mom said that the picture of Olivia holding the dandelions helped her get through her treatment and know that she was going through it all for a reason. She was getting rid of all of the dandelion seeds.<br />
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My mom completed all of her treatment on October 21, 2013 and is still working to gain her strength and energy, but she is cancer free, she is here with us, we just celebrated Thanksgiving with her and we are about to celebrate Christmas with her.<br />
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It has been quite a year, I am so thankful for my mother, my family, and even the dandelions!Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-92073013208355710882013-12-22T17:06:00.000-08:002013-12-22T17:09:11.217-08:00Little Free LibraryIn November my parents introduced us to The Little Free Library! I had never heard of this before. Apparently there are Little Free Libraries all over the United States and they are so neat! It is a box of some sort that someone puts in their yard and allows people to give and take books for FREE! The idea is for people in rural areas (or sometimes not rural areas) who do not have convenient access to a public library, to still be able to have new books. You don't have to take the books back, you can have them. You can bring books to put in the library too.<br />
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There is a Little Free Library between Russellville, Missouri and Corticelli, Missouri. My dad is the pastor at Corticelli Baptist Church and this library is on the way to the church. My mom took me and Olivia to it when were visiting in early November and Olivia was so excited (and a little confused)!<br />
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When we went back to my parents for Thanksgiving, my mom took my sister Sarah, my niece Saedee and Olivia back to the Little Free Library! They had a blast! Olivia brought books from home and took a few books too!<br />
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I think this is such a cool idea!<br />
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<br />Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-1900895413330569002013-08-16T15:41:00.000-07:002013-08-16T18:18:36.664-07:00Sorry For What?????I had a friend tell me once that I say "sorry" too much.<br />
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As I take a good look at things, I have come to the conclusion that she was right. <br />
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When I text a friend and ask how their day is and they write "Sally fell off her bike," I write "I am so sorry." Or they write they have had a bad day and need a nap, I write back "I'm sorry, what can I do to help?"<br />
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When I call someone from work I say "I am sorry to bother you, but....."<br />
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When I have prayed about a subject and have made decisions, I say to the person that I am explaining it to, "I am so sorry but I am not going to be able to help with........"<br />
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Yesterday at the doctor's office, a 3ish year old little boy was being loud and not listening to his parents, the father took the child out of the room, kicking and screaming, and the mother stayed in the waiting room. She looked at me, motioned to the area that the child was just in, and said "I'm sorry." I looked back at her and said "no need to be." The father came back in the room with the child and he was quiet. <br />
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Why? Why? Why are we so SORRY? <br />
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I did not cause Sally to fall off of her bike. I did not cause my friend to have a bad day. I did not make that person work in that job where they have to answer my phone calls. And it was not that mother's fault that her little boy was having a melt down. They all do that at times and they handled it appropriately. So, why are we sorry?<br />
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I think that it is normal to want to help others (although lately I wonder what is happening to the world, I was raised to want to help others, I guess some weren't!) but that doesn't mean that we have to feel sorry for them or ourselves. There is a difference between apologizing and encouraging, a big difference!<br />
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So, instead I have been trying to offer help and encouragement and have honestly been trying NOT to use the word sorry. I have typed it in text messages and then deleted it (especially to my friend who told me that I said it too much)! <br />
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We need to leave our worries to God and we need to support our friends! We need to love on them and show them God's love! We do not need to be SORRY unless we truly are apologizing for a wrong deed! I have been there before and I am sure that I will again!<br />
But in the mean time, I am not sorry!<br />
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So, on Saturday, I plop 18 eggs into a pot of water, bring it to a boil and cook for 13 minutes! This is how I always cook them and then soak in cold water! This time, for some reason, they did not turn out. They would not peel and the yolks were not done, they were gross. In the trash goes all 18 (actually 20, because I always do a couple extra just in case some are not pretty)!<br />
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(Now STOP! I know that everyone is about to want to tell me how they cook their hard boiled eggs! That is not the point of this post people! But you can tell me if you want to!)<br />
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So...... I go to the store, buy 18 more eggs, and try again. This time I cooked them a little different. I peeled them all and about half peeled easily. And about half looked like this or worse.......<br />
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I decided this bunch of people would not care if the outside of the eggs were not completely smooth. I make my wonderful filling, piped them into the eggs, sprinkled with paprika and (whew) done with that! <br />
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Now, it is Sunday, we pile all of the children and Easter dinner dishes into the car, drive the 80 miles to my sister's and church (of course!). When we get to her house I put the food in the refrigerator. After pictures we go back in the house to put the finishing touches on lunch. My sister opens the fridge and one of the containers of eggs falls out! <br />
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I walk into the kitchen to see my sister's dear sweet mother-in-law scooping the filling back into the eggs and trying to clean it up. I told her to just throw it in the trash and she said that deviled eggs are hard work and she wants to save them. Sweet lady! So she did! <br />
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Butterfinger Cake<br />
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Ok, I had to show you that to prove that I can make something that doesn't look like a disaster! <br />
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We were getting all of the children and food back in the car to head home and my sister and husband come out of the house laughing! My sister then admits that she dropped the container of left over deviled eggs AGAIN! <br />
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I am officially NEVER making or being in charge of deviled eggs AGAIN! Never! I may make some for my little immediate family because they love them, but NEVER will I be in charge of them for a family dinner! NEVER! <br />
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I would like to add that the container falling out of the fridge the first time was not my sister's fault, I put it in there without much room! The second time I have no idea, it could have been her fault! We were laughing too much for me to remember what she even said! <br />
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Oh, and Happy Easter!<br />
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Wyatt, Kaitlyn and Olivia Fish Saedee and Royce JacksonRachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-39941886965115796112013-02-13T09:49:00.000-08:002013-04-01T13:32:59.863-07:00Birthday Questions Age 4I asked Olivia these questions last year, see earlier blog post, and thought I would do it again!<br />
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February 10, 2013<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;">Name:</span> Olivia Kaye Fish<br />
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How old are you? 4<br />
Who is your best friend? Karlee<br />
What is your favorite thing to do? Play with my toys every night and book time<br />
What is your favorite color? Blue and Red<br />
What is your favorite food? Cheese<br />
What do you like to do with your family? Play Minnie Mouse Bingo (Thanks Jackson Lewis!)<br />
What is your favorite toy? Lambie, Doc McStuffins, Stuffy and Chilly (Thanks Mawmaw, Emma and Weston!)<br />
What do you want to be when you group up? A Mom<br />
What makes you happy? Toys<br />
What makes you sad? When you (mom) don't give me toys <br />
What is your favorite show to watch? Octonauts, Doc McStuffins and Sofia the First<br />
What is your favorite book? The Bible<br />
What do you love to learn about? Nothing<br />
What was the best part of your birthday? The tractor and the lights<br />
Where do you like to go? To the store<br />
Who is your teacher? Miss Mary Jo and Miss Alyssa<br />
What is your favorite treat? Chocolate and candy<br />
What do you think about before you fall asleep? I love to rest and stay in my bed (Mom says "yeah right!")<br />
If you could meet someone famous, who would it be? Octonauts<br />
What was your favorite birthday present? Cupcake set from Yaya and pink tractor from Muncle (My Uncle) Roy!<br />
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Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-46448292101191045582013-01-29T19:15:00.000-08:002013-01-29T19:15:11.116-08:00Puppy LoveWhen Olivia was 5 months old, my sister found a stray dog at her garage sale in Trenton and asked if we would take her. We had been wanting an outside dog, so we did and the kids named her Sandy!<br />
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Sandy has been such a good dog since we got her. She allows Olivia to play with her and sometimes she is rough. Sandy has never hurt the kids but she does want attention so she will jump on you. Olivia says "down Sandy!" <br />
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Here is a beautiful picture of Olivia that Becki Wright took during Olivia's 1 year photo shoot! <br />
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Needless to say, we love Sandy, and my mother, Stacy Seaton, loves her granddog too!<br />
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So fast forward a few years, last November, we came home from being out of town for Thanksgiving and Sandy had two male visitors from the farm up the road. Larry had to run them off a few times. <br />
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Fast forward to last week. Monday, Larry went out of town for work overnight and I was locking the door and trying to get Sandy to come in the house where she slept in the laundry room when it was cold outside. She didn't come in while I was yelling for her. The next morning, I went outside and yelled for her. She still didn't come in. I assumed she would be cold and would want in. It worried me but I didn't know what to do if I didn't see her and I had to get to work. So Olivia and I got in the car and the lights on the car went right in the dog house next to the house. Sandy was in there, head up and eyes open. I was confused because there is no way that she would be in her dog house and ignore me welcoming her in the house on a cold night or morning. So I drove off (I know, that was terrible) and got down the driveway and turned around. I knew something was wrong, I was thinking a broken leg or something. I went to the dog house and tried to get her to come out. I offered treats and slapped my legs. She just sat in there looking at me. I heard her whining and crying. I didn't know what to do. It was freezing, Larry was out of town, I was on my way to work and I don't know anything about dogs. I was about to go get my phone and call Larry when Sandy lifted her leg and showed me 4 tiny puppies nursing! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? We didn't even know that she was pregnant (I know we are terrible doggie parents!) But she is not an inside dog and it is cold outside so we didn't really play with her. Anyway, I was completely shocked and Olivia was completely beside herself with excitement! We brought Sandy some food and water and covered her with a towel and left. I took Olivia to daycare, called Larry and then called my friend Sarah. Her husband said to move them all inside to the laundry room. I stopped by the vet, got some advice and headed home to move them all in the house. After calling into work first, of course! And my boss is a huge dog lover and a great boss, so she completely understood! I got home, moved Sandy and the 4 puppies to the laundry room and it went very smoothly! <br />
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4 puppies, 1 black male, 1 black female, 1 white female and 1 cream female! Sandy is such a good momma, she and the puppies were all cleaned off! So that actually didn't take much time and I went into work! Olivia was so excited to come home and see the puppies!!<br />
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Guess what??? The story doesn't end there................. <br />
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4 days later, we were at a birthday party for a 3 year old friend and her grandmother said that her lab mix had a puppy (only one in the litter) that morning and it had died. Her dog was very sad and distressed and was trying to nurse her stuffed animals. She was worried that her dog would get an infection because she had milk and no puppies to nurse. So................. after a lot of talking and thought put into it.................she took two of our puppies to her dog. I was a little worried that it wouldn't work and that Sandy would be upset but it actually worked really well. She came and got the puppies and put them in a pillow that her dog slept on and had some of her stuffed animals. So the puppies got the new mommy dog's scent on them. The new mommy dog, Molly, accepted them right away and they were nursing within minutes. Sandy didn't seem upset, she still continues to nurse the other two and is still eating and drinking. <br />
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So..... We have 2 puppies and our friends have 2 puppies! Here is Molly with her new puppies, the black female and the cream female, just a few minutes after she got them!<br />
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Here is Sandy (now named Sandy the Surrogate by my sister, adorable) with the other 2 puppies, the black male (who Olivia has named Jack and the Bean Stalk) and the white female (whose name changes daily!)<br />
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So, I know that it is weird, but it works. The goal is to give the puppies away when they are old enough anyway, so why not let a sad mommy have them now? ALL involved are doing well!<br />
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After all, I work in foster care and adoption in my full time job, might as well do it on the side as well! <br />
Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-6598789277099016492012-03-14T20:20:00.000-07:002012-03-14T21:00:59.666-07:00Sticky Fingered FishTwo weeks ago, Olivia and I went to my sister's house to visit and to help her unpack after moving the week before. Olivia played with Saedee and Royce most of the time and loved carrying around bags and purses, that is her new thing, among other things (you will see)!<br />
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Saturday night, after we had been home for a few hours, I was in the laundry room and Olivia came to me with this little toy in her hands. She said "I took this." I recognized this as a toy from Royce's room. <br />
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I said "Olivia, that is bad" and she said "No it's not!" I said "We need to go take a picture and send it to Ya-Ya (my sister, Sarah) and show her," and Olivia said "No we don't!" <br />
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I was informed by my sister that this is an anhydrous tank and Olivia obviously put it in one of her bags that she was carrying around, and later confessed to me. Olivia and I had an age appropriate talk about taking things that don't belong to us. <br />
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So, the next night, Olivia was playing with her bags again and pulled out a cell phone. I recognized this as one of my brother-in-law's old cell phones. I believe that he let her play with this while we were there but he did not say she could take it. So I sent this picture to my sister saying:<br />
"Stolen Item #2"<br />
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<br />This kid is going to have to be placed on probation and I am tempted to make her fill out a shoplifting packet from work! What is wrong with her. She steals and she is sneaky! Gracious!<br />
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Ok, to make things even worse, Monday night, Larry, Olivia and I were in the master bedroom. I picked up a bag and the phone was under it. Olivia grabbed it and said "my phone." Larry said "No, that is Uncle Roy's." Olivia proceeded to back talk and argue and just be sassy. She kept saying "Uncle Roy gave it to me" and "that is my phone." If you have spent any amount of time with Olivia, you have probably seen her exhibit some sass. She is pretty good at shaking her head, rolling her eyes, putting her hand on her hip and talking back. I am not bragging or proud, just telling the truth. <br />
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So, Olivia keeps this activity up, and I am really getting sick of it. Larry is telling her to quit talking like that and she proceeds anyway. So, I bent down to pick something up from the floor and tapped her on the mouth with my fingers. Just touched my fingers to her lips and said "quit talking like that, that is naughty."<br />
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Olivia, stolen cell phone in hand, opens it, puts it to her ear and says "Hi Mawmaw, this is Olivia! My mommy hit my in the face and she does it ALL the time!"<br />
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WHAT???????? Are you KIDDING me???????<br />
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Disclaimer: I did not and have not HIT her. I touched her mouth. For Pete's Sake! <br />
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So, in summary, She stole 2 items, and then tattled and lied to my mother on the STOLEN cell phone! Heaven Help Me!<br />
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I am a few weeks late but I don't think there is a time limit! <br />
I want to ask her these same questions every year and see how her answers change! <br />
So here we go, I had fun doing it!<br />
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February 27, 2012<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;">Name:</span> Olivia Kaye Fish<br />
How old are you? "Free" (3)<br />
Who is your best friend? "Sissy Bubby"<br />
What is your favorite thing to do? "toys"<br />
What is your favorite color? "pink"<br />
What is your favorite food? "noodles"<br />
What do you like to do with your family? "my family likes hotdogs" (ummmm..... not so much)<br />
What is your favorite toy? "mouse" I asked again and she said "bed" (whatever!)<br />
What do you want to be when you group up? "a carseat" I asked again and she said " a carseat"<br />
I assume she said this because she talks about having a booster carseat when she grows up!<br />
What makes you happy? "that seat" and she pointed to her new chair she got for her birthday<br />
What makes you sad? "the remote" (probably means when she gets in trouble for using the remote!)<br />
What is your favorite show to watch? "Mickey Mouse"<br />
What is your favorite book? "My Bible" (Awwww!)<br />
What do you love to learn about? "balls"<br />
What was the best part of your birthday? "Ummmmmm, Weston and Emma!"<br />
Where do you like to go? "to the party"<br />
Who is your teacher? "You?" Melt my heart! Who is your teacher at school? and she said "Alicia"<br />
What is your favorite treat? "fruit snacks"<br />
What do you think about before you fall asleep? "my bed"<br />
If you could meet someone famous, who would it be? "ummmmmm, family?"<br />
What was your favorite birthday present? "my pink Barbie jeep" <br />
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<br />Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-31661970574208343152012-01-14T19:42:00.000-08:002012-01-14T19:42:34.839-08:00Trampoline!My parents, "Mawmaw and Granddaddy", got Kaitlyn, Wyatt and Olivia a trampoline for Christmas! We were at my parents house in Jefferson City for Christmas. They were so excited, they were given a piece of paper with a picture of the trampoline on it. They were told that it is in a box in the garage at home and Daddy will put it together for them. <br />
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Larry read the directions and said that he would rather put it up in the Spring after all the snow because the snow weighs down the trampoline and it isn't good for it. I was disappointed because it was so warm outside. The kids were also disappointed. I even said "I am sure that my parents did not intend to give the kids a Christmas gift that they could not take out of the box for 3 to 5 months." <br />
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A few days later, I came home to the trampoline put up! Olivia was SO excited and I was excited that Kaitlyn and Wyatt would be able to use it that weekend! They love to jump!<br />
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Here is Olivia jumping the first day it was put up...........<br />
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So, a few days go by and Olivia jumped a few times but it was usually too cold and dark when we were home. We were still looking forward to the "big kids" (as I call them) coming that weekend to jump with her and the weather was to be in the 50's and 60's. <br />
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On Wednesday, January 11, 2012. I had the worst 2 hours of my life after work one day while trying to get Olivia to participate in gymnastincs. Ok, I am getting a little side tracked from the trampoline, but I feel this is worth mentioning. Olivia went to a friend's birthday party this last summer at Shoot for the Stars Gymnastics and Olivia loved it. She said she wanted to do gymnastics, so I signed her up. It is once a week for 30 minutes. She started out typical, getting used to it. She slowly started to not follow the rules, not listen to the teacher, and kept running in and out of the gym. Olivia calls it "Nastics!" and looks forward to it. Now, this is after being at daycare all day and is right in the middle of the week. So, that day, she didn't want to go in but also didn't want to leave. She kept going in and out of the gym and ended up leaving 10 minutes early kicking, screaming and flailing. She screams the whole way home and my patience is GONE! On top of that, it has started to snow some and it is EXTREMELY windy! We pull into the driveway and the trampoline is not there. There are a few of the leg pieces are on the ground. So, I go inside, get Olivia changed, start a load of laundry, get a text from Larry which says that he is going to be late (just lovely!) and we get back in the car and go looking for the trampoline. Well, we picked up a few pieces along the way and put them in the back of the car. We drive through the field, and find this.......<br />
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It is dark, but I am sure that you can see that the trampoline is in the pond, oh yeah, just floating in the POND! Olivia gasps and says "Oh no, the fwampoline is in the wader!" Yep, it sure is.<br />
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So, the next day, I called the company and told them the whole sad story and I was told that we needed to assess the trampoline and let them know which parts are needed and they will replace them for free! Praise the Lord!<br />
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So, today, Larry, Wyatt and I had the FUN job of getting the trampoline out of the pond. The pond was completely frozen solid. So Larry and Wyatt got in the paddle boat and used a splitting maul and sticks to bust the ice. They went around the trampoline and busted all of the ice around it. Then they tied wratchet straps to the trampoline and tied them to a chain and pulled it out with the truck. This took a long time and was not easy. <br />
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Here is the trampoline in the pond......<br />
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Here is the hole in the frozen pond.........<br />
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Here is the trampoline that is going to be replaced soon......<br />
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It sticks with the theme of OCD and my issues with not having control, but is completely different.<br />
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I will just warn you now that I am admitting that I have this problem and really don't plan on changing it. <br />
I work on it some but don't really see me changing completely, just tellin' ya! <br />
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I HATE unnecessary noises! Completely cannot stand it! Now, let's define unnecessary noises:<br />
Clipping finger and toenails, that noise is awful, now I know clipping is necessary, but I can't stand the noise!<br />
Clearing your throat, cannot stand it!<br />
Sniffing or sucking snot back into your head, terrible not to mention unhealthy, just blow it out!<br />
The noise that the timer on my dryer makes when it is on but not running, like a ticking noise, unnecessary!<br />
Slurping or sipping noises, like when people drink coffee or eat soup, use your manners people!<br />
When people stir their drinks and clang the spoon to the cup, over and over again, come on!!!!!<br />
The blinker (or turning indicator, as my husband calls it) on my car, why do I have to hear the noise inside the car, isn't the point to have people outside of the car know that I am planning on turning, I ALREADY know that I am turning, I turned on the blinker, I wish I could turn off that sound!<br />
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Ok, I could probably go on and on, but I won't. You get the idea. <br />
Now, I know that I should probably just chill out and I honestly do try. <br />
You people who work with me or in the mental health or medical field, are probably saying that I need medication or therapy for these issues. This goes along with the obsession to planning and will probably be diagnosed if I ever get that psych eval! <br />
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I just try to ignore it and deal with it, but I just wish someone could tell me why we have to live with unnecessary noises! PLEASE!!!!!!<br />
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Ok, I have that off my chest and feel better now, thanks for listening (or reading) to me vent!Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-45665731126532772942011-11-26T11:35:00.001-08:002014-08-07T13:26:55.708-07:00Plans!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Plans! We all make plans. We plan our days, our weeks, and our weekends. We plan meals, parties, and events. I REALLY enjoy planning things. I have been told (by many people) that I take it a little overboard. I have self diagnosed myself with OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Now mind you, I do not have the sufficient degrees to be diagnosing anyone with anything, but never the less, I am pretty sure that if I ever had a psych eval, I would have OCD! There are other reasons that I think I have OCD, but that is for another blog post!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I just have to know the plan for everything. I will wake up on a Saturday with absolutely nothing to do and ask Larry, “So, what is the plan for today?” This really bothers him. He does not like to have plans or to-do lists even when they are necessary! I want to know what we are cooking, when the meals are, if we are going anywhere, where we are going, what we are buying, what time naps and bedtimes are, you get the picture! I will admit that it gets a little excessive. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now, I will say that organizing and planning things are good but when it consumes you and annoys other people, it might be time to evaluate things. Insert my favorite Bible verse:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Proverbs 19:21 “Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have had to quote this to myself on NUMEROUS occasions. Now, I know that God is concerned with every aspect of our lives and he cares about our meals, weekends and parties. However, I feel like this verse is more geared toward bigger plans such as our careers, families and futures. But it can apply to every decision that we make. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When I was little my mother had these books that we put each year’s school picture in and wrote a few things about each year. Like our teacher’s name, our friends’ name, and what we want to be when we grow up. Mine always included: mommy, missionary, teacher or nurse. Nowhere did you find Social Worker or Juvenile Officer. I started out in college as a nursing major, for one class. Now, I don’t mean one semester class. I mean one 50-minute class! I went to one class session and decided that is not what I wanted to do. I completed my associates with no major and then decided to do Social Work. Now, I went into social work thinking school or hospital social work. I told people over and over that I would never work in foster care or child abuse and neglect. The March before I graduated in May, I applied for a job that my mother found in Kirksville, Missouri at a Mental Health Center. They arranged for an interview and when I got there (3 hours away) for the interview, I drove into the Children’s Division (Division of Family Services) parking lot. I was so confused. I went in to get directions and found out that I was at the right place. I had applied to work in child abuse and neglect and didn’t even know it. I went ahead and interviewed just to get the experience and ended up getting the job and they wanted to hold it for me until I graduated! I just KNEW that I didn’t want to work in child abuse and neglect and foster care and I have now worked in that exact field for over 7 years and wouldn’t change it for anything!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Also, when I was little, I had my whole life completely planned out. I would marry right out of high school, have 5 children and stay at home with my kids (all while being a teacher, missionary and nurse, of course)! As you know, none of that worked out, so far! I had a boyfriend my senior year in high school and we dated for almost 5 years. We got engaged, and of course, I had everything PLANNED! The wedding, the house, the children, EVERYTHING! Things didn’t work out, obviously, and that was totally not in my plans! Having a failed engagement, un-planning wedding plans and admitting that I wasn’t perfect were not in any of my plans when I was little! Fast forward a few more years, I meet the man of my dreams, Larry, while working in the job that I never thought I would have!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Larry and I knew each other and then dated for a while and were married in April of 2007! I know this sounds crude, but I never thought that I would marry someone who was divorced or already had children. Those things just weren’t in my plans! But I am so glad that God had Larry and his 2 wonderful children, Kaitlyn and Wyatt, in His plans for my life. A miscarriage early in our marriage was completely heart breaking and hurtful but I am very certain that everything happens for a reason and there was a reason for that baby not to have been born. Then almost a year later, we found out we were pregnant again, and Olivia Kaye was born in Feb 2009! We love her so much and couldn’t imagine our lives without her!!!! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am so happy that God’s plans are bigger than mine and that He is in control! I know that I love to be in control and I love to plan things, but at the end of the day, I really am happy to pray for guidance and let the Lord’s plans prevail!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Proverbs 19:21 “Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”</span></div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />Rachel Fishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10091295269821305501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744007072639795438.post-42730722924372936022011-10-25T11:43:00.000-07:002011-11-27T12:33:39.293-08:00Naked in Target!Ok, before we get to the "Naked in Target" part of the day, I need to back up to last night to give you the whole picture! Olivia has been starting to get sick since last week when she had surgery to have her tube removed from her ear, and last night was terrible! She has a yucky runny nose, she was whiny and cranky and we were just trying to get through the night. She had diarrhea in the bathtub to start off the wonderful evening, she woke up after going to sleep because she had wet her bed, and she cried, tossed and turned all night because her ear hurt! This is not the ear that she had surgery on last week, of course not, this is a whole other issue! So we barely got any sleep and she ended up in the bed with me. At around 2:30am I was trying to give her some Tylenol because she kept crying that her ear hurt, she flung the bottle and Tylenol went all over my bed and comforter! AND, when we woke up she had wet MY bed, LOVELY! <br />
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So, she is watching Mickey Mouse (her new favorite) while I showered, stripped the bedS, started a load of laundry and got us both ready for the day! I took her to daycare and went to the office. You have to wait until 9am to even call the doctor to get an appointment (one of the only bad things I can say about our pediatrician), so I started calling at 9am and got through pretty quickly to be disconnected 3 times while being transferred to the nurse! So, at 9:25am, I FINALLY talked to a nurse who got us in at 10:10am. I left work at 9:30, right after I got off the phone and closed down my computer at work (got a LOT done today!) and went to get Olivia! I picked her up at daycare and we went to the doctor's office. We didn't have to wait long, the doctor and an intern came in, she has a "raging" ear infection in the "other" ear, the ear from last week looks fine, she has congestion and he gave us a script for an antibiotic. He suggested that she go ahead and get her flu shot. I was fine with that because she had one last year and I just hadn't gotten her one yet this year. So the nurse comes in and says that it will go in her left thigh. I pull her pants down and sit her on my lap. The nurse asked her about her panties and before she could even answer, the bandaid was on, the shot was over and neither Olivia or I knew that it had happened! Give that nurse an award please!!!<br />
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We head to Target to fill the antibiotic. I have to go to my best friends's house first to drop off my comforter because she let's me use her washer since her's is the fancy, big, one and mine is too small to wash it in. Don't I have the best friend ever, who will wash my laundry for me? Well, we can't come in because she is sick! So, I drop it off, and we head back to town. Olivia wants a drink, so I hand her my Dr. Pepper, which I hardly ever have anymore, but of course I got one today! And she procedes to dump the whole thing down her shirt and pants. Which really was an accident, the top came off, she didn't mean to. She is screaming and yelling that it is cold. I pull over, take her out of the car seat and take her soaked clothes off. I didn't bring a diaper bag because I don't take one to day care and I didn't think about going to the doctor. I couldn't find anything in my car, which usually has an extra everything, and her clothes are just too wet to put back on. I need more than just the prescription so driving through CVS really isn't an option today. Decision to make........ 1) just drive the 20 miles home and 20 miles back to Target. 2) call my friend in Liberty who has a girl a little younger than Olivia and ask her for help for my poor sick naked child. or 3) take my naked child into Target! As you can tell from the Title of this Blog Post, I chose #3!<br />
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I enter Target with Olivia on my hip wearing Keds shoes, socks, panties which somehow didn't get very wet, a jean jacket and 2 big brown bows because it is Crazy Hair Day at Day Care! I am sure that we got a lot of judging looks but I just wasn't looking! You know how Wal-Mart has those pictures online of crazy looking people? Well, if Target has that, I am sure we will be on it!!!!!! We drop off the script at the pharmacy and head to the toddler section. I let her pick a dress and some new panties! We head to the check-out in our damp panties and jean jacket and purchase our items! We go to the bathroom and put them on! Whew!!!!<br />
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Now we are good, we head back into the store, I tell Olivia that we can go and look for a small toy since she has been so good, she really had been! We are looking at the play dough and she sees this Stuffed Mickey Mouse (about as big as she is) in the clearance section (my kind of girl!) I can't find a price on the doll or on the shelf. She is still being good and politely asking for the Mickey Mouse! We go find one of those price scanners and it is $6.99! It is SO hers! She hugs him the rest of the time! We get the rest of what we need, get the antibiotic and head to the check out (AGAIN)! There is 1 lane open, of course, and the person in front of me needed EVERYTHING! Then he decided to open a credit card, which took forever. We get back in the car, dressed this time :) My friend who is doing my laundry at her house calls and Olivia decides to start screaming that she needs a snack the whole time we talk! As soon as I get off the phone with my friend, she falls asleep with Mickey Mouse! And, it is only 11:55am! Wow!!!!!!<br />
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