<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131</id><updated>2009-12-10T00:42:26.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales of Eli &amp; Maddux</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to keeping family and friends up-to-date on the daily adventures that occur in the growth of Eli and Maddux (including the progress of Eli's clubfeet, corrected by the Ponseti Method).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5556722082663385438</id><published>2009-12-07T19:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:13:47.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Words/Signs'/><title type='text'>Eli and Maddux Funnies</title><content type='html'>Some gems from the kids this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; and Eli brush their teeth and hair after breakfast every morning. This is sometimes interesting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; as she is a BIG time 'player' in the bathroom. Water, soap...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; deal. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SyAu2Vi4QZI/AAAAAAAAD7o/mnk_c9OuUHY/s1600-h/2009+12+Kids+Santa+Hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SyAu2Vi4QZI/AAAAAAAAD7o/mnk_c9OuUHY/s320/2009+12+Kids+Santa+Hats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413378263130587538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She does not have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of getting her own soap these days (though I know she still sneaks it sometimes), nor is she allowed to get toothpaste. But she does sit in there and brush those pearly whites for minutes on end. The other day I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; in to wrap up her morning routine: I said, "Rinse and tap, Maddie!" She shook her head 'no' and said, "I'm still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;teefin&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids and I made batch one of two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chrstimas&lt;/span&gt; cookies after naps today. I built up the activity with them during lunch today, talking about what kinds of cookies we'd make and what we would put on them. We called Daddy during our meal and had our usual speaker-phone-conversation. Eli told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lehr&lt;/span&gt;, "We're going to make sprinkles and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to make YOU a cookie, Dad! I'll use red and green....." Then he looked at me and (in a lower tone, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lehr&lt;/span&gt; couldn't hear) asked, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the way&lt;/span&gt;, do you have any other kinds of sprinkles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5556722082663385438?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5556722082663385438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5556722082663385438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5556722082663385438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5556722082663385438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/12/eli-and-maddux-funnies.html' title='Eli and Maddux Funnies'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SyAu2Vi4QZI/AAAAAAAAD7o/mnk_c9OuUHY/s72-c/2009+12+Kids+Santa+Hats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4303892173797041038</id><published>2009-12-06T16:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:50:52.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Trimming The Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Sx7KC3S0DTI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/5nk5vZE3u6s/s1600-h/2009+12+Maddie+decorate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Sx7KC3S0DTI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/5nk5vZE3u6s/s320/2009+12+Maddie+decorate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412985952697322802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big, grandiose plans to go cut down our own Christmas tree like we did &lt;a href="http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. However, really REALLY cold temperatures hit Atlanta this weekend, and it was barely tolerable to go outside just to get into the car, let alone walk around looking for the perfect tree, only to then cut it down and drag it back through the field to the car. Instead, we opted to go down the street after nap time and pick out a 'pre-cut' tree. As luck would have it, we found a really nice, perfectly shaped tree right away. It wasn't even the cold making the decision for us: when we got home and set it up, no extra turning or trimming was needed. Eli helped Lehr with some outside lights. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Sx7KJ-KJtiI/AAAAAAAAD7g/41dQ4YbC4yU/s1600-h/2009+12+Eli+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Sx7KJ-KJtiI/AAAAAAAAD7g/41dQ4YbC4yU/s320/2009+12+Eli+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412986074799126050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They did a great job, but when we turned the lights on afterwards, two strands were out. (Much frustration since these were new strands of lights and Lehr had already checked their viability before he hung them.) The kids were excited, no matter which lights worked and which didn't. The kids 'helped' us put ornaments on....not the easiest feat, but we all made it out alive. It was like a race to see how quick we could get the tree decorated. Eli and Maddux had no concept of placement or 'fragile'. If it was in the big box, it was fair game and obviously whoever got the most ornaments on the tree the fastest, won! If we'd had more time, a fire and hot cocoa would have followed, but by the time the last ornament was hung, it was already 9PM and the kids were toast. (So were Mom and Dad!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4303892173797041038?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4303892173797041038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4303892173797041038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4303892173797041038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4303892173797041038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/12/trimming-tree.html' title='Trimming The Tree'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Sx7KC3S0DTI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/5nk5vZE3u6s/s72-c/2009+12+Maddie+decorate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2881316486048192400</id><published>2009-12-04T13:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:52:12.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>The Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>When Lehr and I had kids there were a few things we really wanted to focus on. Around the holidays, one of those things was the real reason for the holiday. Don't get me wrong; I love Santa. Always have. And we are not going to *deprive* our kids of the Santa experience. We just want them to get the other piece first, so (hopefully) the primary focus is not being 'good' in order to receive way too many presents. So we've read all of the "The First Christmas" books, we've walked through the manger scene, we've talked about why we celebrate Christmas.... We even have a Jesus stocking hanging up, and we make a birthday cake for Jesus on Christmas day. So if nothing else, Eli and Maddux hear this stuff all of the time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxlaTitm65I/AAAAAAAAD64/P75f1rccd74/s1600-h/2009+12+Eli+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxlaTitm65I/AAAAAAAAD64/P75f1rccd74/s320/2009+12+Eli+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411455719044475794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as expected at about this age, Eli is starting to hear more and more about Santa at school and from friends. We knew it would happen, and hopefully we're prepared. We've talked about how we all exchange gifts to celebrate Jesus' birthday (instead of just Jesus getting the loot). And we've also read a few stories about who Santa really is (a very good person who gave to orphaned children). With the kids, we haven't really focused if Santa will bring the kids something, nor have they asked. But Eli did tell Maddux yesterday, "Maddux, when it's Jesus' birthday, do you want to get me a saw? Cuz I would really like a saw..." I love that he didn't ask for Santa. I love that he called the holiday what it is (or at least what we celebrate it as). And I love that he is still a regular old kid and we haven't prevented him from wishing for a specific gift on Christmas morning.&lt;span id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="latest_text_full"&gt;&lt;span class="status-text"&gt;"Maddux, when it's Jesus' birthday, do you want to get me a saw, cuz I would really like a saw." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); display: none;" id="latest_text"&gt;&lt;span class="status-text"&gt;Eli just said, "Maddux, when it's Jesus' birthday, do you want to get me a saw, cuz I would really like a saw." Hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2881316486048192400?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2881316486048192400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2881316486048192400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2881316486048192400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2881316486048192400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/12/meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxlaTitm65I/AAAAAAAAD64/P75f1rccd74/s72-c/2009+12+Eli+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-383297858203192947</id><published>2009-12-03T13:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:39:49.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Sweet, Sweet Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Families-Kids/2009-11-Hamilton/10372688_jEz4g#718155349_qtxG6"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxlXKBWlUXI/AAAAAAAAD6w/z3Sw0zQMEU0/s400/2009+11+Adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411452256935825778" 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/25822131-383297858203192947?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/383297858203192947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=383297858203192947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/383297858203192947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/383297858203192947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-sweet-baby.html' title='Sweet, Sweet Baby'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxlXKBWlUXI/AAAAAAAAD6w/z3Sw0zQMEU0/s72-c/2009+11+Adam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8528092758958319470</id><published>2009-11-30T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:39:24.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Megan &amp; Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Families-Kids/2009-11-Sullivan/10391950_UAXm8#719730180_N6Ewz"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Sxg6qQ2kalI/AAAAAAAAD6g/rgGvxlf9af0/s400/2009+11+Sullivan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411139450038413906" 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/25822131-8528092758958319470?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8528092758958319470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8528092758958319470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8528092758958319470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8528092758958319470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/12/megan-frank.html' title='Megan &amp; Frank'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Sxg6qQ2kalI/AAAAAAAAD6g/rgGvxlf9af0/s72-c/2009+11+Sullivan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8664994602017396200</id><published>2009-12-02T13:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:35:55.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Words/Signs'/><title type='text'>My, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Maddux uses that word all of the time: my. And I love how she uses it, so even though I know I should correct her, I often don't. She'll say, "Look what my did!" or "Eli gave that to my." She does know how to use 'me' and 'I', and she even refers to herself in the third person sometimes. But she hangs on to 'my' enough to make me smile.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxlWgnAsl0I/AAAAAAAAD6o/FJx-YB7l_TI/s1600-h/2009+12+Maddie+wig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxlWgnAsl0I/AAAAAAAAD6o/FJx-YB7l_TI/s320/2009+12+Maddie+wig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411451545490069314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch on Sunday, Maddux had only one boot on. This is a normal occurrence in our house. Also, she had no dress on. She was wearing brown corduroy and her lunch included a peanut butter bagel. If you know Maddie, you would know that combo would result in PB smeared into the dress. So we took it off for her to eat. Between lunch and the picture seen here, she'd taken off her bloomers and other boot (and socks). She then stumbled across my green wig and put it on. I took her upstairs to help me fold some clothes before naps, but she came back downstairs for a toy. Then I heard the door to the garage open, prompting me to investigate. She was in the garage, sitting on her Hot Wheels. In a diaper. And a green wig. It wasn't too cold out, but normally I would require shoes, some type of clothing...maybe a shirt. But instead, Lehr and I grabbed the camera and he got this great shot. She stayed outside for a good fifteen minutes, playing soccer, riding bikes, riding scooters, and running around in the yard. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8664994602017396200?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8664994602017396200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8664994602017396200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8664994602017396200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8664994602017396200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-oh-my.html' title='My, Oh My!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxlWgnAsl0I/AAAAAAAAD6o/FJx-YB7l_TI/s72-c/2009+12+Maddie+wig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8923408294319436002</id><published>2009-12-01T21:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:55:34.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxbFbgdfO1I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/dEcs1flmySg/s1600-h/2009+12+Eli+craft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxbFbgdfO1I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/dEcs1flmySg/s320/2009+12+Eli+craft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410729078692985682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I did a real, honest-to-goodness craft after naps today! (Probably the most involved one I've ever done with both of them.) Yesterday we made a quick garland for the holidays, but because of the nature of the 'kit', there wasn't a whole lot the kids could do. Today we made little decorations for all of their friends and they did almost 100% of the work. SO fun. Only one time out: I left the table to get the camera and when I came back Maddux had used the pen and marker to draw on a tree. Eli was quick to tell me that HE didn't do such a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sidebar: The two of them are so different in this area! It makes me think about those Dateline specials where they put kids in a room by themselves with some candy or other sweet temptations and leave (with a hidden camera on, of course), giving the instructions to not touch the goodies. Then the interviewer comes back and asks the kids if they ate anything. Eli would not touch it....he'd be tempted, but he'd stay strong. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxbFfo20-RI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/X1_NFECFNGI/s1600-h/2009+12+Maddie+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxbFfo20-RI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/X1_NFECFNGI/s320/2009+12+Maddie+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410729149666228498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Maddux would be reaching for the sugar before the interviewer even left! And even as they showed her the footage of her indulgence, she'd shake her head and say, "I not do it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a great time, and I'm so happy to have these little 'gifts' to give the kids' friends: each one made intentionally for someone they care about. Of course we had Christmas music blaring the whole time too. It was a blast, but crafts are difficult with two busy kids! Especially for a mom who is not so crafty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8923408294319436002?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8923408294319436002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8923408294319436002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8923408294319436002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8923408294319436002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxbFbgdfO1I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/dEcs1flmySg/s72-c/2009+12+Eli+craft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4244532184219817303</id><published>2009-11-29T14:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:45:07.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Words/Signs'/><title type='text'>The Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLPN3eiDUI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/DMiHgosaoRI/s1600/2009+11+Maddie+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLPN3eiDUI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/DMiHgosaoRI/s320/2009+11+Maddie+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409613939562646850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It used to be my nickname when I was a kid. It may have transferred to Mad Dog after this trip. On one of our usual loud days, Maddux was talking, singing, chanting even more than usual. I asked her where her mute button was. She pointed to her nose without missing a beat. Of course we all chuckled and the question was posed to her several more times throughout the trip. The day before we left, I asked her where her off button was after the fourth time she sang the Creation Song mixed with the alphabet. She pointed to her nose, but then told me, "It not workin." Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4244532184219817303?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4244532184219817303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4244532184219817303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4244532184219817303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4244532184219817303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/button.html' title='The Button'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLPN3eiDUI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/DMiHgosaoRI/s72-c/2009+11+Maddie+close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8677560451107358267</id><published>2009-11-28T00:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:41:53.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family Snuggle Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLObVi3WCI/AAAAAAAAD5I/_6X2-dNrP0U/s1600/2009+11+kids+hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLObVi3WCI/AAAAAAAAD5I/_6X2-dNrP0U/s320/2009+11+kids+hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409613071460554786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is our last day in Washington and the kids are obviously as fond of 'normal' and 'routine' as Mommy. When they woke up this morning we sent them up to Grandma and Grandpa's room; they love to wake them up and snuggle. This morning they came right back down to our bed though. Eli and Maddux climbed back into bed with us and wanted to hang out with Mommy and Daddy. Maddie snuggled up with her blanket in between us. Then Eli came in and did the same. And then he threw his arm around Maddux and got all sweet with her. It was one of the most perfect moments ever. Eli has been very into 'family' things in the last several months. He loves doing things all four of us, and he often suggests that we do stuff 'with Mommy, Daddy, Maddux AND Eli'. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8677560451107358267?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8677560451107358267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8677560451107358267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8677560451107358267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8677560451107358267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-snuggle-time.html' title='Family Snuggle Time'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLObVi3WCI/AAAAAAAAD5I/_6X2-dNrP0U/s72-c/2009+11+kids+hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8238388149685031551</id><published>2009-11-27T00:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:39:28.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Burger Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLNeIjdqNI/AAAAAAAAD5A/nr0U4C-bwdk/s1600/2009+11+Hudsons+Maddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLNeIjdqNI/AAAAAAAAD5A/nr0U4C-bwdk/s320/2009+11+Hudsons+Maddie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409612020001384658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a very rare occurrence this week in Coeur d'Alene. I ate red meat. Twice! There is a cool little hamburger joint that has been here since I lived here (25 years ago!!), and we never come to town without stopping by. They have the neatest bar seating and their menu is less than ten items. The whole gang went to Hudson's for lunch today. Eli absolutely loved sitting in the big seats and ordering a 'single' for himself. He told me he was going to eat eight burgers, and he said he wanted to start with a double. I told him we'd start with a single, but as long as he wanted to keep ordering them, I'd let him. He ate one and ordered another, but I ended up with about 1/3 of it, so his streak ended there. Maddux apparently ate plenty down near Grandma and Grandpa too. She only spilled one glass of water, so it was a success. I had a blast taking some pictures of the old-timey restaurant....and sitting next to Eli gave me plenty of opportunities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8238388149685031551?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8238388149685031551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8238388149685031551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8238388149685031551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8238388149685031551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/burger-time.html' title='Burger Time'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLNeIjdqNI/AAAAAAAAD5A/nr0U4C-bwdk/s72-c/2009+11+Hudsons+Maddie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8567753239453384989</id><published>2009-11-25T00:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:36:54.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hide-n-Seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLNSTsDceI/AAAAAAAAD44/U-PmlYtEDm4/s1600/2009+11+Eli+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLNSTsDceI/AAAAAAAAD44/U-PmlYtEDm4/s320/2009+11+Eli+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409611816831775202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli has found a new favorite game. We've played a few times at home, but not until this week has Eli really understood and enjoyed the game. (That is actually stretching it too, because some of the finesse of the game is still lost on him.) Hanging out with his cousins, Cole and Treis, creates a very excited Eli. Add hide-n-seek to that, and he's in heaven. Eli absolutely loves counting to ten and then looking around the house for the hider. Most of all, he loves to be scared. I don't remember hearing it happen too much when he played with the boys, but one night he and I played a few rounds and I was the hider. It took Eli several minutes to find me standing in a dark room. He saw me before I said 'HEY!', but he still jumped. He laughed/screamed and it was a blast. Then he told me, "Now I'm going to hide and you find me. I'm hiding under the bed, Mommy, but don't look there first." Cracked me up! I think we'll have a lot of fun with this game when we return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8567753239453384989?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8567753239453384989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8567753239453384989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8567753239453384989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8567753239453384989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/hide-n-seek.html' title='Hide-n-Seek'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxLNSTsDceI/AAAAAAAAD44/U-PmlYtEDm4/s72-c/2009+11+Eli+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-7330042863050372817</id><published>2009-11-24T23:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:26:09.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Scared To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxK8qip32_I/AAAAAAAAD4w/SIYWnb1-Xh4/s1600/2009+11+Maddie+smile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxK8qip32_I/AAAAAAAAD4w/SIYWnb1-Xh4/s320/2009+11+Maddie+smile2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409593541468347378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddux is really testing our limits as parents. Or our sanity. Or both. Tonight she gave yet us another gut check to add to our already long-enough list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehr and I brought the kids home from the wedding rehearsal as soon as we were done so they could get to bed at a decent time. They were exhausted, so they both went down without a fight. Lehr and I stayed upstairs and chatted with Grandma Pat and Skip for over an hour before Grandma Cathie and Grandpa Jim came home. Then we stayed up for another hour. Sometime in that last hour, Maddux woke up. She climbed out of her pack-n-play (something I knew she could physically do, but she hadn't ever done) and left her bedroom. She went into Eli's room, but was unsuccessful in rousing him. So she went into the main TV room and entertained herself. We didn't know until Lehr walked downstairs for bed and found her on the floor, stacking DVDs, out of the cases. We later found pieces of our gum, unwrapped but unchewed, clothes, books, and some coasters in random places. The scary part (outside of her potentially burning herself on the space heater or fireplace or choking on the gum) was that there was an exterior door downstairs. She knows how to open it as long as the latch is open. And it was open. Needless to say, that latch will be in place every moment of the rest of our trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-7330042863050372817?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/7330042863050372817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=7330042863050372817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7330042863050372817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/7330042863050372817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/scared-to-death.html' title='Scared To Death'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SxK8qip32_I/AAAAAAAAD4w/SIYWnb1-Xh4/s72-c/2009+11+Maddie+smile2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-3310178452473910699</id><published>2009-11-22T00:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:21:30.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Plane Ride Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We flew out west with both kids today. Yikes. Normally traveling that far with the kids (especially Mad Dog) would freak me to my core. This time we were lucky enough to have Treis (their older cousin) flying with us. From the second we picked him up at his gate, Eli and Maddux were glued to his side. They had to hold his hand, sit next to him, hang on his every word....luckily he is a VERY good sport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first flight was to Salt Lake: four hours of fun. We started with Maddux next to me and Eli between Lehr and Treis. Once we started the DVD though, Maddie wanted to sit with them also, so I was solo for about an hour of the flight. There were a few somewhat trying moments, but for the most part it was an easy flight. The layover in SLC was a long one though, and we had a few meltdowns. It was all too much for Eli to handle at lunchtime, and that coupled with no nap led to a very unhappy heart. Once we boarded the next plane, however, it was smooth sailing. Maddux fell asleep for most of the flight and Eli was glued to a Veggie Tales DVD for the hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-3310178452473910699?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/3310178452473910699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=3310178452473910699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3310178452473910699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/3310178452473910699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/plane-ride-fun.html' title='Plane Ride Fun'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8085868436717039248</id><published>2009-11-19T13:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:16:44.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Book Worm</title><content type='html'>Eli loves books. So does Maddux, actually. I guess that's one thing we've done right as parents: reading to the kids every day at least once a day. I remember when Eli was about seven months old and he was still napping 2-3 times each day. I read one book to him before every nap. One especially trying day I skipping reading for the last nap and he was NOT happy. Which made two of us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwWZVneWksI/AAAAAAAAD4o/waKUF4YdJVI/s1600/2009+11+Eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwWZVneWksI/AAAAAAAAD4o/waKUF4YdJVI/s320/2009+11+Eli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405895524380742338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I felt guilty during most of that nap and vowed to never miss a book reading again, even though it felt exhausting to me at that point and I wondered if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;mattered at that point. Fast forward a few months later when Eli was crawling around and he would park himself in front of the book shelf and 'read' four or five books in a sitting. If there was any doubt left, it disappeared at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another one of those moments. During blanket time (which I rarely do with Eli anymore), Eli and Maddux were sitting on the blanket reading books. Maddux had open "Go, Dog, Go!". She was kind of reciting some of the words, but Eli was over her shoulder spitting them out perfectly. Then he opened up "Ten Apples Up On Top" and 'read' almost every page. Of course it was all by memory, but he saw the pictures and knew what words went with them. And then on a few pages, he knew the words, but couldn't remember the number of apples, so he would stop (mid-sentence) and count the apples before continuing. My favorite part was when he used animated voices to read the story. "THEY WANT TO GET THEM! WE CANNOT LET THEM GET THEM!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8085868436717039248?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8085868436717039248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8085868436717039248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8085868436717039248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8085868436717039248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-worm.html' title='Book Worm'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwWZVneWksI/AAAAAAAAD4o/waKUF4YdJVI/s72-c/2009+11+Eli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4534985044461943516</id><published>2009-11-17T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:29:15.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Owen &amp; Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Families-Kids/2009-11-Braun/10352737_EyX8h#716350380_DXeJp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwMxuDpdnpI/AAAAAAAAD4g/p51rLMyDR9c/s400/2009+11+Owen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405218645097684626" 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/25822131-4534985044461943516?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4534985044461943516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4534985044461943516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4534985044461943516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4534985044461943516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/owen-mommy.html' title='Owen &amp; Mommy'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwMxuDpdnpI/AAAAAAAAD4g/p51rLMyDR9c/s72-c/2009+11+Owen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-5792283590815513244</id><published>2009-11-16T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:42:51.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><title type='text'>Be Still My Heart!</title><content type='html'>I am in the midst of edits for a few families tonight, so I've been in and out of several photo albums. Somehow I ended up in the roll that was taken on the day Maddux came into our lives. I came across this picture taken of Eli when he came to visit me a few hours after Maddie was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwH_TMQsHJI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/YzSFGNJIFaI/s1600/2007+07+Eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwH_TMQsHJI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/YzSFGNJIFaI/s320/2007+07+Eli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404881732995128466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pause. Gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely remember him that small and baby-like. Eli is SO grown up right now. Tonight he was a perfectly behaved little (er...big!) boy. He helped me with the laundry, learned how to turn his underwear right-side out, and put away EVERY piece of clothing I folded or hung up. All on his own. Without me having to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am not posting a picture of Maddux from that day because it struck me as I was looking at them that she didn't resemble her current self in ANY way. Crazy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-5792283590815513244?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/5792283590815513244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=5792283590815513244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5792283590815513244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/5792283590815513244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-still-my-heart.html' title='Be Still My Heart!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwH_TMQsHJI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/YzSFGNJIFaI/s72-c/2007+07+Eli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6938070687951167787</id><published>2009-11-15T14:21:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:08:49.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Take A Bow</title><content type='html'>I have cried more today than I have in a long time. Thankfully every tear was due to uncontrollable laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the kids participated in a short musical presentation at church. As soon as the service started, all kids from ages 2-4 were cattled onto the stage steps to perform their creation week song, complete with hand motions. This meant we had to get to church thirty minutes early to rehearse, which was great because the kids got to practice it three or four times before the 'real' thing. A friend shot a little video which happened to include some of Eli and Maddux; the church also recorded the performance (and practices), so there maybe more to come. But in case you have trouble seeing what happens, let me walk you through, step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli did great. He hit his marks, sang his lines, and performed as well as we would have hoped. Maddux played her part too. We were just not privy to the knowledge that her part was clown and scene-stealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During at least two of the run-throughs, Maddux fell down the steps. Most of the kids danced and jumped around during at least one part of the song. This resulted in a few tumbles, but since Maddux was front-and-center (surprise), she almost took the microphone out. She had a small tumble during the performance, but it was one of those not-if-but-when-moments, so no one was caught off-guard. (However, one of her falls did result in her foot getting 'stuck' on her dress, so she had a hard time standing back up....that may have been 'live'.) The 'clown' part came at the end of the live performance. Keep in mind that what happened was not something Maddie did during any of the rehearsals, nor did she do it at all before we left the house this morning. During the part of the song when the kids sing, "God made me.", Maddux showed everyone that he made ALL of her, including her belly button. She lifted her dress up to show her stomach to the crowd. Of course there were chuckles (see first sentence about my tears), but the best part was how persistent she was. No matter how much our friend tried to get her to keep her dress down, Maddux was set on performing. I'm starting to cry again as I'm typing this.... Enjoy; the real fun starts at 2:10. (Eli is in the back row with a green shirt on; Maddux is front row, white/black dress on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7628278&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7628278&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7628278"&gt;2009 11 CCC Kids Sing&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user636201"&gt;Nicole Eliason&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-6938070687951167787?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6938070687951167787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6938070687951167787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6938070687951167787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6938070687951167787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-bow.html' title='Take A Bow'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8383518631988039006</id><published>2009-11-13T13:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:42:03.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Words/Signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Days'/><title type='text'>Date Night(s)</title><content type='html'>I had planned for a few weeks to take Eli on a date. Our monthly date nights have fallen by the wayside in the last few months: life has been too busy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lehr&lt;/span&gt; decided to take advantage of the night and have a date with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maddux&lt;/span&gt; as well. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Going&lt;/span&gt; forward this will be our plan - easier to schedule one night each month rather than two.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Eli to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mongolian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; style restaurant where he could pick what he wanted to eat and then watch the chefs cook it near a big fire. Of course he was a BIG fan of the fire. He enjoyed the chicken won tons I ordered for an appetizer also. He kept asking me, "What-er these called again, Mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had no activity planned for our date, we also stopped for dessert. Before we left the restaurant I told Eli that we would stop by our local ice cream shop for a cone. He was VERY excited about that. In the last five minutes of dinner, I told him to save room for ice cream.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwBLUoffhBI/AAAAAAAAD34/P44wGBOqpsg/s1600-h/2009+11+Eli+fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwBLUoffhBI/AAAAAAAAD34/P44wGBOqpsg/s320/2009+11+Eli+fence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404402370683569170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded: "I have a lot of room in my belly for stuff. Actually I have room in my leg for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; stuff. My dinner can go in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; drive to the ice cream shop, Eli vacillated over which flavor to choose. He went back and forth between vanilla ('&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;banilla&lt;/span&gt;'), turtle (I think from when Grandma Cathie was here), and cherry (just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;). When we finally go there, he chose vanilla. We sat in the front seat of the car and ate it, since it was pretty chilly outside. Of course Eli wanted to try some of mine also (cookies-n-cream.) He told me, "I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;banilla&lt;/span&gt;. But your ice cream is warmer than mine. Yum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest conversations came from something pretty serious. We were almost to the ice cream shop when I mistakenly went through a red light. We were on a smaller road and the arrow turned green. My foot reacted before my brain and we were half-way through the intersection before I realized my mistake. Eli asked me what was wrong and I explained that I wasn't paying close enough attention and I disobeyed the light, so on and so on. (I also reiterated how dangerous it was to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt;. When we approached the next light, Eli used a very kind, almost motherly voice as he told me, "Pay attention this time mommy! Be careful." We stopped at the red light and then the arrow (which we were not using) turned green. Then he said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, that is a green arrow, but a red light....don't go." What would I ever do without him!??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8383518631988039006?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8383518631988039006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8383518631988039006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8383518631988039006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8383518631988039006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/date-nights.html' title='Date Night(s)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SwBLUoffhBI/AAAAAAAAD34/P44wGBOqpsg/s72-c/2009+11+Eli+fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-8821367431106597235</id><published>2009-11-13T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:05:00.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donations'/><title type='text'>Donation Corner: Operation Christmas Child</title><content type='html'>Same as last year!! It's such a great charity...check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotlighted &lt;a href="http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2007/10/donation-corner-operation-christmas.html"&gt;Operation Christmas Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2007/10/donation-corner-operation-christmas.html"&gt; last year&lt;/a&gt;, but it's such a neat charity that I had to include it again. Every year, Samaritan's Purse collects thousands of shoe boxes (or plastic storage boxes of similar size) filled with gifts for children living in poverty. I personally love this opportunity to donate because it is a great way to involve the kids. Eli and Maddux get to pick out some toys, socks, toothbrushes, and other little goodies for 'udder kids' (as Maddie calls them). Then they can easily sort them into boxes based on gender or age. Even though we don't know what country our specific boxes will go to, we talk about a few of the places they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; go, and I try my best to explain to the kids why some people need us to send them hats and books. Some great conversations have come out of this donation of time and materials in the last three years, and I can only hope it's helping Eli and Maddux to be more aware and giving little people. The collection week is fast approaching (November 16-23), so you don't have much time left to donate this year. If you miss the cutoff, you can donate year round by mailing your boxes to OCC's headquarters. If you finish your box by the 23th, you can drop it off at any number of &lt;a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/Drop_Off_Locations/"&gt;collection sites&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-8821367431106597235?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/8821367431106597235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=8821367431106597235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8821367431106597235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/8821367431106597235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/donation-corner-operation-christmas.html' title='Donation Corner: Operation Christmas Child'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-4492223800560800072</id><published>2009-11-12T11:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:29:15.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/My-Family/Eliason-Kids-WE-111309/10241707_nQiNV#706241687_hJPuD"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svw3utUEzZI/AAAAAAAAD3w/KkaPUHly8xc/s400/2009+11+Eli1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403254928515059090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/My-Family/Eliason-Kids-WE-111309/10241707_nQiNV#706241687_hJPuD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-4492223800560800072?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/4492223800560800072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=4492223800560800072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4492223800560800072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/4492223800560800072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svw3utUEzZI/AAAAAAAAD3w/KkaPUHly8xc/s72-c/2009+11+Eli1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-1607997224872459417</id><published>2009-11-12T11:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:23:45.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maddux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Glimpse of the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svw2ccyNTpI/AAAAAAAAD3I/STDwyDiTd5w/s1600-h/2009+11+Maddie+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svw2ccyNTpI/AAAAAAAAD3I/STDwyDiTd5w/s320/2009+11+Maddie+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403253515328769682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STOP!!! Seriously, can time stop for just a little while!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was hit in the face with the fact that my babies are SO not babies anymore. And we are closer than ever to the school years. I know, 'don't get ahead of yourself, Nicole. They are only 2 and 4!' But just yesterday they were infants. So I know how this time thing works....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I dropped &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; kids off for their short day of pre-school. Maddie sits behind me in the car, so when I pull up to the carpool, I have to get out of my seat belt to unlatch her seat belt. (That is one thing she hasn't figure out YET, thank goodness!) I got back in my seat and then pulled forward. When the teacher came to the car, she opened Eli's side and let him out. I didn't see Maddux move over and exit also, so I said, "Have a great day, Maddie...love you!", as I turned around to make eye contact with her. She was standing right behind my seat, holding the head rest. When I turned she moved her face to the side so she could give me a silent, but wet kiss good-bye. Then she went right out with the teacher. It was like she was waiting for her 'good-bye kiss', like elementary kids do when their parents drop them off. TOTALLY made my day, but also made me think too much about what is to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-1607997224872459417?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/1607997224872459417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=1607997224872459417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1607997224872459417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/1607997224872459417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/glimpse-of-future.html' title='Glimpse of the Future'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svw2ccyNTpI/AAAAAAAAD3I/STDwyDiTd5w/s72-c/2009+11+Maddie+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6096251995685452876</id><published>2009-11-11T11:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:17:20.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svw06si-DwI/AAAAAAAAD3A/NcrHxpNVYd0/s1600-h/2009+11+Eli+Tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svw06si-DwI/AAAAAAAAD3A/NcrHxpNVYd0/s320/2009+11+Eli+Tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403251835932643074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At school, Eli has a class pet. The stuffed dog, "Tiger", travels from house to house for a few days each week, spending one-on-one time with the students. Along with the dog comes a photo album book where there are pictures of Tiger and his hosts and little stories about what Tiger did while visiting each home. Eli was SOO excited to be only the second student to be able to take Tiger home. As soon as he got home from school yesterday, Eli got all of his other dogs (Clifford, Sam, Memphis, and Snoopy) and lined them up with Tiger, so they could meet. And he was sure to tuck him in when he left his room, so he wouldn't get cold. As much as we are trying to fight it, I think Eli is going to put the hard sell on us in future years for a REAL dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-6096251995685452876?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6096251995685452876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6096251995685452876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6096251995685452876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6096251995685452876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiger.html' title='Tiger'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svw06si-DwI/AAAAAAAAD3A/NcrHxpNVYd0/s72-c/2009+11+Eli+Tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-173713587261380413</id><published>2009-11-10T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:13:15.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svwz8zfi-BI/AAAAAAAAD24/fO49Uh5KvqY/s1600-h/2009+11+Eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svwz8zfi-BI/AAAAAAAAD24/fO49Uh5KvqY/s320/2009+11+Eli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403250772645443602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eli had a diagnostic 'test' at school first thing this week, to determine where he was in letter recognition. This was supposed to test his visual recognition as well as audio. During the test, he teacher read a word and Eli had to circle the letter that the word started with (out of four letter choices). The words were: leaf, moon, astronaut, elephant, duck, penguin, boy, jack-o-lantern, and flower. He got all of them correct. It was so cute to see his little circles around the letters. It's so funny to me to see him do so well on a test like that when he can barely make the circle, which was not at all the skill set being tested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-173713587261380413?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/173713587261380413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=173713587261380413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/173713587261380413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/173713587261380413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-test.html' title='First Test'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/Svwz8zfi-BI/AAAAAAAAD24/fO49Uh5KvqY/s72-c/2009+11+Eli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-2259813657505950541</id><published>2009-11-09T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:56:31.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**Added the link to complete photo shoot in each picture. Click on the large picture to view.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehr has suggested that I post a good pic here and there when I capture it, to break up the monotony of Eli and Maddux stories. (OK...so maybe the last part isn't entirely true!) No text...just pictures. For once, I'm taking his advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25822131-2259813657505950541?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/2259813657505950541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=2259813657505950541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2259813657505950541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/2259813657505950541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/lehr-has-suggested-that-i-post-good-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25822131.post-6730917615405894871</id><published>2009-11-04T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:55:07.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicole-eliason.smugmug.com/Families-Kids/2009-10-Hill/10131356_3uYuC#696469176_Jgtz2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SvNt8NflEqI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/6VtmiyIHAsw/s400/2009+10+Hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400781259329049250" 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/25822131-6730917615405894871?l=maddieli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/feeds/6730917615405894871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25822131&amp;postID=6730917615405894871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6730917615405894871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25822131/posts/default/6730917615405894871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddieli.blogspot.com/2009/11/hill.html' title='Hill'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238815301476349162</uri><email>neliason@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10516862187280531299'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Qefn8Rke4Q/SvNt8NflEqI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/6VtmiyIHAsw/s72-c/2009+10+Hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>