<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905</id><updated>2011-06-01T21:26:32.096-07:00</updated><category term='Ben'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Jonas'/><category term='Samuel'/><category term='first day of school pictures'/><category term='Grace'/><category term='Conference'/><category term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Four boys and a little lady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-4372426601615473236</id><published>2011-05-08T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:47:11.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kq3aVDF3M50/Tcbx_2R0hDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/55MVgI1UlD8/s1600/ferris%2Bwheel%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kq3aVDF3M50/Tcbx_2R0hDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/55MVgI1UlD8/s320/ferris%2Bwheel%2Bphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604432865513473074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for clever blogpost titles. Let's be realistic here - all you'll get from me are rare, and probably rambling, updates on the life and times of seven crazy Fishers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post we have had some great times. We were able to enjoy a fun-filled weekend with Ben and Megan. On Saturday, the 23rd, we took them to see our new house in Canton (we closed on the house in April, but we are renting it back to the prior owners until June 1st so that their kids can finish out the school year before their move to California). We just saw the outside of it, but we did get to take them inside the library, which is very close and provided a good bathroom break and a chance for the kids to get super-excited about moving. It has one of the best children's libraries that I have ever seen and we plan to use it very very often! We went from there to Ypsilanti to drive around the Eastern Michigan campus, which is one place that Ben is considering going to grad school (obviously we think that would be great). We also went to Ann Arbor to see the football stadium at Michigan University (the largest college football stadium) and to see what a great town it is and grab some Panera lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we did all that, made it back in time for soccer (and naps for the littles and Aunt Megan), and then still had plenty of time to take them shopping at our favorite mall - up in Troy, and go have dinner at Cosi and walk around in our favorite town in Michigan - Birmingham. It was a fun really packed day. The weather was beautiful and while the kids weren't perfect during all of the driving it was actually cool to be all smooshed together in the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday was pretty low-key and relaxing. We had some little baskets for the kids, but didn't do an egg hunt or anything this year (we miss the Hansens in New Hampshire! We have LOVED having Easter with them the past few years.) We had Ruth and Andrew and their family, Ben and Megan, Martha, and the missionaries over for a nice Easter dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday Nate and Ben were able to help Ruth and Andrew move most of their large furniture to their new home in Livonia. Then they went into Nate’s office in Detroit for Ben to meet with someone there about a possible job after he graduates. That went well – it looks like he has lots of great options. We know that Detroit isn’t their top choice destination, but we would love them to live closer! They flew out late that afternoon, and after coaching soccer that evening Nate flew out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of that week we just focused on helping the Goughs get moved into their new house. Martha and I traded off helping move loads of stuff to their new place and staying at my place with the 9 kiddos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the week we were able to get the Trenton house totally cleaned out and the Livonia house settled enough for them to stay there, and Nate had a meeting in Chicago on Friday so the big boys and I decided to go with him. Martha was willing to stay at our place and take care of the younger three. It was just a quick trip but we had lots of fun. We drove over Friday morning (Nate was supposed to get home Thursday night but his flight was cancelled, so we picked him up at the Detroit airport on Friday morning and hit the road). It is only about a 4-hour drive, and the weather was beautiful. We parked right under his building downtown and had lunch at a Chinese place there, and then the boys and I went out for a walk while he went to his meetings. We had spent lots of time at Millenium Park just a month before, so this time we hit their favorite spots on the Magnificent Mile (Lego store, Disney store, etc.) and then headed to the Navy Pier. We were able to catch some great sun for tree-climbing, see a fun marionette show at the free family stage, buy some cute souvenirs for the little ones who got left at home, and take some silly pictures by the Pirate ships. Nate joined us after his meetings and we rode the big swings and the ferris wheel (the picture is of Me, Isaac and Sam on the ferris wheel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a quick cab ride back to Nate’s office (we were cutting it a bit close on time for our dinner reservation, and the boys had never ridden in a cab so they were very excited). We took the car up to Lincoln park to go to a fun restaurant up there called “RJ Grunts.” It was Nathan’s parents’ favorite place when they lived in Chicago just after they got married. We had a fun dinner there and then headed to our hotel where I relaxed and the 3 boys went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to get back for soccer on Saturday, so after breakfast at the hotel we hit the road. We had seen a large Bass Pro Shops on the way the day before, and we told the boys that we could stop for a bit, but unfortunately they weren’t open yet, and we didn’t want to wait, so we just played on the stuff outside and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;After soccer Nate and Andrew offered to stay home with kids while Ruth and I took Martha out for a girl’s night. We wanted to thank her for helping them move and watching our kids while we went to Chicago. We went to a fun Indian place near Ruth’s new house. They had heard good things about it and it was really good. We will have to go again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had Grandpa Kirk’s yummy grilled chicken, and then Martha went home with Ruth and Andrew to spend the week there helping Ruth get more settled, as Andrew had to go back to work on Monday (he had the previous 11 days off for the move). Nate flew out Monday and the kids and I got back to the normal school grind, and got the house all put back together. On Thursday we had gorgeous weather so Martha and I took all of the kids to Greenfield Village. Other than that it was a pretty normal week. The boys each played 2 soccer games (and I think that we won all 4 games), Grace had soccer on Friday, the boys had Choi Kwang Do twice (and got two stripes, which is good), Sam had a cub scout cookout, Nate and I had a date, and we started on getting the garage ready to move. We are trying to get rid of as much stuff as possible, and get all organized for this move. I have the schedule planned out with a project or two each day from now until the 6th of June, when we officially hand over the keys to this house. If I stay on track it should be a pretty smooth process. Fortunately we got rid of quite a bit when we moved from New Hampshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping that this next week we will know for sure if we are going to Hong Kong or not, and whether or not Nate is going to take an offer with a different consulting firm. We also may have our tenants moving out of our house in New Hampshire, and we’ll find that out this week as well. Fortunately we have a great property manager there. All in all it should be a great week (except that Nate is spending tomorrow in North Carolina – where I have wanted to visit – and I’m not going! I could have, but it just didn’t seem worth it for a day, and we had too many commitments this weekend for us to go earlier. Oh well, another time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much sadder note, we got some horrible news this week about some of our dear friends from New Hampshire. Their oldest daughter, who is now 11, had a brain tumor when she was 2. She has been in remission for several years, but the tumor is back and the prognosis isn’t looking great. It has been hard to hear bits and pieces of what is going on and to be too far away to be much help. We are praying for a miracle, and sending our love. It is every mother’s fear, and to feel it so close is so hard. Sam and Isaac are both worried about their friends who are her little sisters. I’m so grateful for the gospel. It not only gives us perspective and peace, but it gives us a way to communicate about these things, and to help each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-4372426601615473236?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4372426601615473236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=4372426601615473236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4372426601615473236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4372426601615473236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2011/05/weekly-update.html' title='Weekly update'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kq3aVDF3M50/Tcbx_2R0hDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/55MVgI1UlD8/s72-c/ferris%2Bwheel%2Bphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-4302887091423037352</id><published>2011-04-22T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:58:44.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is our twelfth anniversary. It is also my baby brother’s birthday (he turned 8 on our wedding day), Earth Day, and the second anniversary of Sam’s first lost tooth. Big day. We had a great, albeit a bit cold and rainy, day. Nate’s brother Ben and his wife Megan are here for a visit. Our kids absolutely adore Ben. He lived with us for a fun summer a couple of years ago, and he is their “Bennybuddy.” They have been counting down the days until this visit for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took them to the Henry Ford Museum, and historic Greenfield Village. Then we went to the church for cub scouts, then my sweet sister Martha watched all of the kids so that the four of us could go out on a double date to our favorite restaurant in Mexicantown. (I know, a double date on your anniversary is a bit odd, but they are only here for one quick weekend!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun day, and though it wasn’t spent in a traditionally “anniversary-esque” manner, it was certainly a day in which I have been grateful beyond measure for my good fortune in having met and married such a wonderful man. He is such a great husband and father, and being loved by him has changed me in so many ways, all of them good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the village today, he took Eli back to the car for an hour for a nap and so that he could take a conference call (Nate on the call, Eli on the nap, if that wasn’t clear). While he was gone we rode the train, walked through Thomas Edison’s laboratory, and rode the carousel. After we had been riding the carousel for about a minute I heard one of the kids yell “Daddy!” and I looked over and there he was. Standing on the side helping Eli wave to us as we went past. I hadn’t expected him to rejoin us so quickly (I’m not sure how he found us!) and so the sight was totally unexpected. I had seen him just an hour before, but my heart started beating faster and I wanted to jump off the carousel and join him so that we could talk. It’s always been that way. That is actually one of our favorite definitions of love – that no matter how much time you have together you always want more. I had wondered if it would fade, or change, over time. But, it hasn’t. There is nobody else I would rather spend time with. Everything is better when he is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works so hard to support our family, in so many ways. He is great at balancing all of the important roles in his life and never letting any of us feel neglected. He is completely loyal and trustworthy. He knows everything about me – I have never been able to be so open with someone – and I never have to worry about him saying or doing anything that would betray my trust. He would never belittle or criticize me to anyone. It is a feeling of true freedom, to know that I have nothing at all to hide from him, and that no matter what he loves me unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a bit of a temper, he is a redhead after all, but he has never spoken to me in anger. Sometimes the debater in me wishes that he would! He certainly gets frustrated with me sometimes, but would never fight with me. He very calmly waits and organizes his thoughts and is always eager to hear “my side of the story.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very smart, and knows so many things about an unending number of subjects, but can rarely remember how old he is or what day of the week it is. I think it is pretty cute. It makes me feel needed (somebody has to fill out all those forms!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the very best thing about him, and I guess about our relationship, is gratitude. He always acknowledges the things that I do, and thanks me, and I try to do the same. Even when I feel like I haven’t done much he will thank me for keeping the kids alive! He makes me feel like the things that I do are important, and noticed, and that I have talents. He loves to compliment me and is helping me learn how to accept compliments  I never feel like anything is more important to him than my happiness, and the well-being of our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was a better writer and could really express the way that he makes me feel, but I do want him to know how very much I love him, and always will. Forever just isn’t nearly long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-4302887091423037352?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4302887091423037352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=4302887091423037352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4302887091423037352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4302887091423037352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-4028633230730561675</id><published>2011-04-20T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:54:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, you have to come see our "Callous"</title><content type='html'>It's a cross between a castle and a palace. If you were wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-4028633230730561675?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4028633230730561675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=4028633230730561675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4028633230730561675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4028633230730561675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2011/04/mom-you-have-to-come-see-our-callous.html' title='Mom, you have to come see our &quot;Callous&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-5550501719824320627</id><published>2011-04-20T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T06:49:08.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLhWABdyA4I/Ta7j4murRqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fV3uYJF1jLg/s1600/Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597661948476606114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLhWABdyA4I/Ta7j4murRqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fV3uYJF1jLg/s320/Jack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace is taking care of Eli while I do the breakfast dishes. When I went to check on them they both had tutus on and she was teaching him Ballet. "Now class, please watch while I show you how to twirl." Poor baby. He just wants to play with his cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samuel and Isaac have wriggled out of late-morning schoolwork by promising to keep Jack occupied for a while. (He already opened three cake mixes and unloaded the basement freezer this morning, so I fell for it. I had to post his angelic face today to remind me that he really is too adorable to sell.) They have all donned "ninja" outfits and are practicing their moves. Apparently all you need to be a ninja is a large black shirt with something red tied around your waist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For part of his English assignment this morning Isaac had to write what he would ask his favorite character if he could interview him. Of course, he chose Batman. (I should interject to mention that he has NEVER seen a Batman movie, or even a cartoon, he just likes to check out the comic books from the library and we printed out the wikipedia on Batman for him and he studies it every day). He likes the idea that he actually COULD grow up to be like Batman - as opposed to a super-hero with special powers. To be Batman you just have to be smart, strong and rich! Sounds good to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an excerpt from his interview: "You have the bravest job in the world. How are you so quick? How do you save so greatly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-5550501719824320627?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5550501719824320627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=5550501719824320627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5550501719824320627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5550501719824320627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-for-lessons.html' title='Time for lessons'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLhWABdyA4I/Ta7j4murRqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fV3uYJF1jLg/s72-c/Jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-7563468523862849970</id><published>2011-04-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T06:32:43.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX4vxt9E260/Ta5LSH7ZY8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/h1vWT_F9ck4/s1600/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597494161606009794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX4vxt9E260/Ta5LSH7ZY8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/h1vWT_F9ck4/s320/Family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it has officially been well over 2 years since I posted on this blog. So much has happened since then. I’m not sure if I will ever be a faithful blogger, but I do want to post something of an update for our friends (as if anyone still checks here!) and also something to record our most recent wanderings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around when I stopped posting we were getting into full-swing trek mode, and also making the decision to begin homeschooling our children. Needless to say those were both pretty consuming events. Trek was amazing, and almost two years later I still can’t believe it is over. It was the first time that our stake in New Hampshire had done a trek in over 13 years, and I got to help plan the whole thing. It was great to be a part of it. The people I served with were amazing and taught me so much. I hope that someday we will get to do another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschooling has also been amazing for our family. We loved the school that Samuel attended for K-2, but these last 2 years at home have been really great – and really the right choice for us. We are so grateful to all of our home-schooling friends back in New England for answering our never-ending questions and letting us see how they do things. We are still figuring it all out, but we sure love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year ago we decided to move from New Hampshire to Michigan. It was something that we had been contemplating for some time – primarily just as a way to get closer to family. My sister Ruth and her family had been here for 2 years during her husband’s medical rotations, and were signing on for an additional 4 years here for residency. We were pretty flexible with where we could live for Nate’s job, and after 6 years in New England we were both feeling a little restless. Once we realized that we could rent out our house (instead of taking a huge loss on it), it was clear to both of us that it would be a good move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been good for us in many ways, and there hasn’t been a single day that we doubted that we made the right choice, but we really miss New Hampshire. I can’t express how much I miss our friends there, and all of the wonderful youth that I love so much. I honestly haven’t been good about communicating with anyone there, mostly because it is just too hard for me. I miss them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life here is great. We have really loved living so close to my sister Ruth, and now my sister Martha is staying with us for a while so it is doubly great. We just bought a new house here and are excited to move into it and settle into our new ward. The ward we have been in for the last year has been interesting – it is fairly transient because of all of the medical students and residents – but we have made some good friends here. Our new ward is in the same stake, but looks to be more traditional and stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all growing like weeds. I’ll give some quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel is 9, and still playing the violin and piano, doing soccer and karate (actually “Choi Kwang Do”), and loves cub scouts. He is a voracious reader, and knows more about American History than I do (he likes to correct me when I mess up facts about the early Presidents). He doesn’t love spelling, and complains about chores, but I suppose that is to be expected at this age. He is a huge help with the little kids, and is Isaac’s best buddy. He loves to ride his ripstick and his bike, and hates to get his hair cut. He still has a great memory, and recently learned the First Article of Faith in Spanish. He is becoming a great cook, and is really good at following a recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is 7, and he does all the same activities as Samuel, except for playing the cello instead of the violin. He has always loved school, but lately he feels that it gets in the way of the more important things he would like to do (this week that includes reading about Batman). He loves Math and would do it all day if I let him. He has the most infectious giggle, especially when he is reading Calvin and Hobbes. He wants to build robots when he grows up and every day he thinks of a new kind of robot that I need, which he will build me someday (these include cleaning and shopping and driving robots, as well as robots that will suck mascara out of my eye). He recently announced that he will be so busy building robots that he will not have time to get married or have kids – we are hoping that he changes his mind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is 5, and already has a husband picked out for herself and names for her kids, so a whole different set of worries there! She recently lost her two front bottom teeth and has a really adorable lisp right now. She is the queen of one-liners at our house (Nate started a twitter account to capture them). It is hard to remember that she is only 5 because she is really tall and has a more extensive vocabulary than most 5-year-olds. She loves to ask questions and to help with everything. She is a great balance of tough and feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is 3, which is a hard age for me. He is sweet but is also hard to occupy with things that don’t cause huge messes. He is also my only “mama’s boy” and doesn’t like me to leave. I usually let him sleep with me when Nate is out of town, which has only been making this worse. He is clever and very independent – like Sam – and is better at dressing himself than Isaac is. He doesn’t like toys very much, and usually just wants to be doing whatever I am doing. He loves nursery, especially singing time, and loves to lead the music at FHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli is 1, and is the perfect baby. He has a very sweet disposition and loves everyone. He is a great eater, a great sleeper, and always has a big smile on his face. He usually refuses to say Mama, but other than that I can’t complain. I’m so glad that we have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate is still working with KPMG, but we never know for sure what is on the horizon. He gets frequent calls from head-hunters, so we are constantly wondering when is the right time for a career shift. He is also being considered for an overseas position (with KPMG), so there is a chance that we will be moving to China (Hong Kong) for 18-24 months. We won’t know anything for sure for about another month, but it could be very exciting! Never a dull moment around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep things running. A mother’s life is all about the moments. The majority of my time is spent doing things that will have to be done again tomorrow – laundry, cooking, cleaning, diaper changing, grocery shopping, bathing kids, teaching kids, etc. But, it is never the same. The moments are not all sweet, but they are all so important, and they just fly by. I can’t believe that Samuel’s childhood is half over. How can that be when I still haven’t figured out how to be his Mom correctly!? The days fly by, and I don’t do a good job of recording them, but we try to do a good job of living them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all about balance – isn’t it! How and where to spend our time, our money, our thoughts. Good, better, best. I’ve never been really great with consistency and/or rituals, but I find that it is truly the key to good parenting. Kids need to know what they can expect from you, and what you expect from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone does read this, I hope that you all know that we are here and that we love you. We have an amazing family of loved ones and friends all over the country, and we are grateful for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ and the way it permeates my life and gives me direction and purpose. I am grateful that even when my path is unclear, and I am nervous about the future, I can have faith that “all these things shall give [me] experience, and shall be for [my] good.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-7563468523862849970?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/7563468523862849970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=7563468523862849970' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7563468523862849970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7563468523862849970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes-im-still-here.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jX4vxt9E260/Ta5LSH7ZY8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/h1vWT_F9ck4/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-9044171872444443949</id><published>2009-02-16T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:30:31.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your documents/pictures.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to your 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; file.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to your 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture.&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 6 people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;6. So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SZl3DdLyQTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lpZ9Fsi7U_Y/s1600-h/Sam+and+Isaac+Playground.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303400937462841650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SZl3DdLyQTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lpZ9Fsi7U_Y/s320/Sam+and+Isaac+Playground.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;This was taken in Orlando in February of 2007. I love this picture because it is a good representation of one of the differences between Samuel and Isaac. Samuel is a daredevil - no fear - will try anything - just swinging along having a great time - posing for the camera - come what may (and love it!). Isaac is looking ahead - thinking about his arms getting tired - calculating the distance to the ground - checking for sharp objects below - planning his "soft landing" - deciding not to play on the high rings again anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the tag, Mary! Most people I know have already done this or been tagged for this, so I tag anyone who wants to do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-9044171872444443949?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/9044171872444443949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=9044171872444443949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/9044171872444443949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/9044171872444443949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SZl3DdLyQTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lpZ9Fsi7U_Y/s72-c/Sam+and+Isaac+Playground.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-8156015693494708930</id><published>2009-02-03T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:26:31.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did January go?</title><content type='html'>Not that I am complaining - we are that much closer to Spring! We have settled nicely into our new/old routine with Nate leaving every Monday morning and getting home every Thursday night. We LOVE this schedule, and he is working on a project he loves with a great client. So, things are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of January was a blur with getting ready for the Trek kickoff fireside (which went really well) and then general business last week. We had a great weekend. Having Nate home on Friday was wonderful - I teach a class on Friday afternoons and it was so nice to have him here to manage the kiddos (and he even baked cookies during class so that we ended with a nice warm snack. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.) Then we enjoyed a great family movie night on Friday night. We watched "The Music Man" - which I hadn't seen for at least 10 years. The kids loved it and were all marching around with the band by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up early for Nate's church basketball game, then went shopping together for new boots for Sam (he lost one in a snowdrift and after much searching we have accepted the fact that we will not see it until Spring!) and for groceries. I'm always amazed how much more expensive a trip to the store is if I take Nate! The kids are pretty good about accepting it when I say "We don't need that this week" but it is harder to say that to the man who is making the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home with the little ones while Nate took Sam to basketball - his game was right at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naptime&lt;/span&gt; this week so we thought it would be best not to take everyone. While they were gone a friend of ours called to say that they had a pair of tickets to the Boston Symphony that night that they couldn't use and would we like them. Of course I said yes! and quickly found a babysitter! So, Saturday night was our first visit to Boston's Symphony Hall. We had a wonderful evening together and I really enjoyed the performance - honestly, even more than I expected. They were performing a Verdi Opera - "Simone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boccanegra&lt;/span&gt;" and were joined by a number of excellent singers and a full choir. It was really neat. I was worried about understanding exactly what was going on (only having read a brief synopsis of the story), but fortunately they had English "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;supertitles&lt;/span&gt;" - projected on a little black screen above the stage (is that normal for operas? if so, I will be much more likely to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a wonderful Fast Sunday - and the first time this year that I was able to attend all 3 meetings in my own ward, which was lovely! We enjoyed "the big game" on Sunday afternoon - which at our house was a rousing Connect Four tournament (yes there were brackets and playoffs). Samuel was victorious! We did make a football cake for dessert - we had seen one at the bakery at the grocery store the day before and decided that we could recreate it at home. It was really fun to bake with the kids and not be worried about how it turned out because it was just for us! (Although, it turned out really cute so it would have been fine for company too! I should have taken pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Family Night (now that Nate is traveling again we do that on Sunday evenings), and a relaxing evening cleaning up together and reading after the kiddos were asleep. Nate's phone alarm didn't go off for some reason on Monday morning, but he was able to catch a flight an hour later so it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day yesterday - with a good, deep conversation with a dear friend that now has me examining much of what I am doing with my life (particularly in relation to my mothering and my calling). Nothing major, but I think that it is good to continually examine our lives and where we can improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is really enjoying preschool at the Parker's house. His handwriting is improving immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace has become so independent. She is very helpful and sweet. I think that the terrible-twos are over! (She turns three on the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!) A good illustration - I often tease the children when they say "I'm thirsty" (or hungry, or tired, or whatever) by saying "Hi Thirsty! I'm Mom!" (or Hi Hungry, or Tired, or Whatever). Sam just rolls his eyes, but Isaac gets mad and stomps his foot and says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Moooooom&lt;/span&gt;!" So, I did it to Grace on Saturday as we were getting out of the car and she replied very calmly "Mom, my NAME is not thirsty. My name is Grace. Grace is thirsty." It was so cute and matter-of-fact. She was so filled with patience for this silly Mom who clearly just doesn't get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas has more officially become "Jack" at our house. He shows a preference for the name and responds much faster when we call him that. Nate has called him Jack his whole life, but it took me longer to come around (I love both names). The last few days the kids will correct me if I call him Jonas instead of Jack, it is cute. Isaac calls him "Jack, Jack attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate brought a big box of toys down from the attic for us to sort through this week - and it has been like Christmas at our house. They have "rediscovered" some old things that they are loving (and I am loving the big basement playroom so that I don't have to see the mess!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-8156015693494708930?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/8156015693494708930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=8156015693494708930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8156015693494708930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8156015693494708930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-did-january-go.html' title='Where did January go?'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-1850445349310303508</id><published>2009-01-19T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:48:57.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Stuff</title><content type='html'>We have plenty of it. Snow that is. Another big storm yesterday - church was cancelled again. It wasn't near as nice without Nate here to bless the sacrament for us. I was supposed to have a full day of meetings in Lowell beginning at 7:30 am for their ward conference. I had decided at the last minute not to take the children because they all had colds and both Jonas and Grace had coughed so hard they threw up in the previous 12 hours. I was SO glad that I didn't, because the roads were HORRIBLE. I was sliding around even in my big SUV with 4-wheel drive. Just as I was exiting the freeway in Lowell I got a call that everything was cancelled. So I turned around and headed back home. We had one of our meetings that afternoon via conference call. It was a productive meeting, but I am afraid that I still haven't mastered appropriate conference call etiquette - I always talk too much. I need eye contact and nonverbal signals people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are loving the snow. They have been making trails for their sleds and snowboards in the yard all day. I was even able to successfully plow the driveway alone! This was my second attempt at using the snowblower alone. My first attempt was about three years ago and it did not end well for anyone but the Sears repairman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-1850445349310303508?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/1850445349310303508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=1850445349310303508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/1850445349310303508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/1850445349310303508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-stuff.html' title='The White Stuff'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-5218067245857850880</id><published>2009-01-17T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:25:50.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up post #2 - Uncle Bennybuddy returns from Kyrgyzstan / The ice storm!</title><content type='html'>Ben flew into New York City on December 9. We were supposed to pick him up there and spend a couple of days in the city (one of my favorite places), but Nate ended up spending that week participating in an Executive Education program at Yale. It was a great opportunity, but bad timing. So, Ben spent his first night back in America with a friend in New York and then took the crazy China bus up to Boston. The younger 3 and I picked him up at South Station around 1:00. Isaac was so excited to see him! He had prayed every single day for Ben to "come home safely" and had been faithfully counting down the days to his arrival. He talked nonstop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; way home, and Ben and I finally gave up on having any real conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben spent the night with us that night, and then as soon as Samuel got on the bus the next morning I took Ben down to Lora's house. When we got there Lora took us to the neatest grocery store. It is an Armenian grocery store in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Watertown&lt;/span&gt; (at least I'm pretty sure that we were still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Watertown&lt;/span&gt;, it may have been Cambridge). It was called Russo's or something like that. It was really cool. More fresh produce than I have ever seen anywhere - every variety of EVERYTHING and so brightly colored and really FRESH. Decent prices too. They also had all kinds of unique Armenian treats, and huge cheese counter (which Nate is excited to visit some day), a fantastic looking bakery, etc. Lora is in a little bit of trouble for waiting this long to share this information with us! But, it was really neat. We got some great produce and also some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delectable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gingerbread&lt;/span&gt; boys dipped in dark chocolate (Isaac's choice). They also had "chocolate oranges" there, which we like to put in stockings. I had seen orange and raspberry before, but they had orange, mint, almond and toffee. I got one of each and boy were they good (we just finished the last of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let Ben spend the rest of Thursday and Friday in Boston with Lora. Thursday night is when the big ice storm hit. Our power went out around 8:00 that night. The kids were already asleep, and our modem has a battery back-up so I was able to use the phone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for a while to talk to Nate and do some Amazon shopping. I was sure that when we woke up it would be back on. However, we woke up to no power and the battery back-up had died, so we had no contact with the outside world (I lost my cell phone on November 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and didn't replace it until January, and our home phone is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;voiceoverIP&lt;/span&gt;, so even the old cheap handset didn't work). I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; thinking that surely the power would come back soon - it really didn't look that bad outside - so I didn't make the effort to go somewhere to call Nate. Sam and I sat out in the car and listened to the radio long enough to confirm that school was indeed cancelled, gave the children a quick lesson about never opening the refrigerator or any doors when the power is out, and opened all of the curtains and blinds to let the light in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to have the most AMAZING day. Samuel and Isaac were so creative in coming up with fun things to do with no power. They read stories, built castles, played with toys that hadn't been used for ages, etc. I couldn't talk on the phone or check my email, and we didn't even turn the laptop on because I wanted to conserve the battery. We ate peanut butter and jelly and I managed to clean my whole house, and fold and put away every stitch of laundry (fortunately I had washed it all the day before - what a blessing!). I couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; or run the dishwasher, and we had no hot water for showers or cleaning, but every single thing in the whole house was put right where it belonged, the guest room and office were perfectly ready for guests, and it was such a calm, quiet, peaceful day. Around 4:30 it was starting to get dark and we were getting a little bit restless. We had already planned to head down to Boston to attend Lora's Christmas Concert (with her Relief Society) and to pick up Ben and Nate (he was taking the train into Boston). I also figured that Nate was probably concerned about the fact that he wouldn't have been able to reach us all day (he did know the power had gone out the night before, so I wasn't too concerned). We stopped at a gas station so that I could use the pay phone to call Nate and Lora (I can't remember the last time I used a pay phone!). We got some dinner at the McDonald's drive-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; and headed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little Isaac experienced his first headache that night. He was just so sweet about it - but I really felt bad for him. We had gone to Lora's house to change into our nice clothes for the concert (the kids looked so cute in their Christmas sweaters and dress - I should have taken pictures). As we were getting out coats on he told me that his head hurt, and he was just being really still and quiet (not normal for him). I was holding his hand on the way out to the car and he looked up at me with a tear rolling down his face and said "my head REALLY hurts." By the time we left the house he was sobbing. I was trying to explain to him how crying makes it worse (I have vivid memories of my Dad trying to explain the same thing to me - I have always had frequent headaches - and KNOWING that he was right but still feeling unable to stop crying!) I didn't have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt;, so we stopped at a Star Market and Ben stayed in the car with the little ones while Sam and I ran in. They only had liquid - which I knew he would NOT take, so I had to ask the pharmacist if I could give him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dissolvable&lt;/span&gt; - even though he is only 4 - she said yes, thank goodness! He usually doesn't mind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chewables&lt;/span&gt;, but he was so distraught and worked up that he wouldn't take it. I had to hold my hand over his mouth until it dissolved. Horrible - but it worked. By the time we got to the concert he was calm and sleepy - I carried him in and he was fine the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - I forgot to mention the BEST part of the power outage! That morning I had remembered that these ice storms (or for us about ANY kind of storm) can be accompanied by flooding in our basement. We sit right on the water table so any kind of big downpour or melting and we get water. Luckily, we installed a sump pump a couple of years ago and haven't had any problems since - but, sump pumps need ELECTRICITY!!! So, I checked first thing and we did have a little puddle forming around the pump. I picked up anything on the floor that was electronic or could be harmed by water, and hoped for the best. An hour later I went down to check on it and there was an inch of standing water in the whole basement. I didn't know what to do. We had purchased a generator at a garage sale right after we bought the house, but it had turned out to be worth less than the cost to fix it, and we hadn't gotten around to buying a new one. I did try to run an extension cord from the pump to my car - but it just wasn't powerful enough to run it (I was nervous about doing it - what with all of the water and not knowing if I was going to hurt the car. I gave Sam a little lecture about electrocution, made him keep all the kids on the other end of the house, and told him to run to the neighbor's house and call 911 if I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; :) Everything was fine, but I probably spooked him a little!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the time we all got home that night (with Nate and Ben now) there was a full 4 inches of water in the basement. We built a fire in the fireplace and went to sleep not exactly sure what to do about it. Ruth and Andrew arrived for a short visit before they flew to London the next day and we felt AWFUL that not only was it cold but we couldn't even offer them a hot shower! They were good sports about it and we went to the mall for breakfast and to let the kids run around and play. That morning Nate went to our next door neighbor and asked if he would mind if we plugged our pump into his generator for a little while. We couldn't believe we hadn't thought of it before! He was super helpful and willing - he is a great neighbor - and an hour later the water was all gone. After dropping the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Gough's&lt;/span&gt; off at the Boston airport Nate went and bought a generator that day (we were really lucky to find one pretty easily - he only had to wait for a couple of hours. There were people driving for hours or standing in line all day to try to get one. Every store was out and you had to get on a list and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;camp&lt;/span&gt; out until the next shipment arrived, it was crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and Ben and I picked up Martha from the airport, went grocery shopping, and picked up pizza to eat in front of the fire at home. I put the kids to bed under mountains of blankets (the house was really getting cold by the third day) but Nate was home soon with the generator and suddenly we had heat, hot water, and about half of the lights and outlets (still no dishwasher, stove/oven or washer/dryer but the refrigerator worked so we were in great shape). Luckily the previous owners had wired the house for the generator, so we just had to plug it in and switch things over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great evening playing cards in front of the fire and making cobbler in the dutch oven. We went to church the next day and had a great meeting - only a few people in the ward had power but most everyone had a generator. It was great to see everyone coming together to help each other. the big concern becomes pipes freezing - so even if someone has a warm place to go stay they can't just leave their homes without heat. So, some people were swapping generators hack and forth to avoid that. As far as I know everyone made it through without major damage. Our power came back on Monday, but some people in our ward went another full week without power! There were power lines and even poles down EVERYWHERE it was really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Ben's visit is a little bit of a blur to me now - I know that he and Martha went to Boston on Monday and that he left on Thursday. We were so sad to have him leave and know that we won't see him again until April. He is so great with the kids and we just loved having him live with us over the summer. However, saying goodbye was made a little easier by the arrival of Grandma Cherie, Grandpa Kirk and UNCLE JOEY the next morning (it was supposed to be the same day, but they got stuck in DC overnight). Christmas officially began with their arrival, and we had a wonderful two weeks filled with family, baking, shopping, presents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-5218067245857850880?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5218067245857850880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=5218067245857850880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5218067245857850880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5218067245857850880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2009/01/catch-up-post-2-uncle-bennybuddy.html' title='Catch-up post #2 - Uncle Bennybuddy returns from Kyrgyzstan / The ice storm!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-5118844617807665412</id><published>2009-01-15T17:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:51:40.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up post #1 - Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Best quote of the week ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after crossing the bridge from Canada&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: "What's that smell"&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I simultaneously: "Detroit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, we enjoyed Detroit. We didn't go downtown really, and so I can't say that it doesn't deserve its reputation, but we had a great time. We drove out the Saturday before Thanksgiving. I would have preferred to leave on Friday right after school, but Samuel was really excited about attending the Basketball Jamboree on Saturday morning (they have the High School team come and teach the younger kids all of the rules of basketball and get them all excited about the season). So, he went to that and then we got on the road at about 11:30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip went well- we love road trips. There were a few minor issues. One is that we really need a new car. I still LOVE my Explorer, and it is running great and still looks fine, but we have just outgrown it. We added a third row a few years ago, so we have 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seat belts&lt;/span&gt;, but now that we have four kids we HAVE to use all three rows to fit us all, and that leaves very little luggage space. So, it was pretty crowded. Nate really wants to trade it in on a minivan. I'm almost sold, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a really annoying 15 minutes in Buffalo, NY. First I got a speeding ticket (well deserved, but certainly undesirable). Then, we pulled off for gas and I nursed the baby, after which he promptly threw up ALL over me and my seat. So, then I'm stripping him down and washing him off with wipes and Nate is rummaging through luggage looking for clothes for him and keeps opening the doors and it is FREEZING (poor naked baby!) Also, I've got to say that judging from the 10 minutes we spent there Buffalo is one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, once he was in warm clothes and back in his seat the baby went to sleep for the rest of the drive. We had a little bit of fun as we neared the Canadian border. The fastest way from our house in New Hampshire to Ruth's house in Detroit is to cut through Canada for a couple of hours. I am never quite sure which way the GPS will lead us, so I printed off the directions for the way we wanted to go before we left. This was good, because when it came time to leave the I-90 and head up to the border the GPS was saying to stay on I-90. So, we turned off anyway and figured that it would soon adjust the route. So, for the next 30 minutes or so it would tell us to get off every single exit (to turn around). The time to reach the destination kept getting longer and longer. We were just laughing at the poor thing, and fully expecting it to finally get the hint that we were NOT turning around. Nate wondered if it didn't have a map of Canada, but I was sure that it would. However, as soon as we got on the bridge it said, "You have left the map." For the next couple of hours we did not exist. I guess that is what you get for buying a cheap GPS :) (luckily, most of our driving is in the good old USA, and it works great here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth and Andrew and their children were so welcoming and we had a wonderful stay there. We played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, shopped, and enjoyed a marvelous Thanksgiving dinner. Other than the disastrous pumpkin pie (stay away from organic canned pumpkin) it was so delicious. It was great to do all of the cooking together and then not have to stress about having everything done at a certain time or cleaning up and getting ready for company. It was just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so inspired by the cute playroom that they had set up in their unfinished basement that we left a day earlier determined to finish a playroom in our basement. Work on that is ongoing (more to come), but the kids keep reminding us to make it "cool like Noah's!" We also fell in love with Benjamin's high chair, and sweet Andrew braved the crowds on Black Friday AM to score us a great deal on one (and to get his wife a totally sweet Christmas surprise). Thanks again, Andrew! Ruth and I originally had big plans to go Black Friday shopping (I have never done it), but we bailed (sleep is good too - and cheaper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a marvelous Thanksgiving - and it was wonderful to spend it with family. It is funny that we think that a 13-hour drive is "living close to each other" but for us it is. The other day Sam pointed out that they came here in October, we went there in November, and they came here in December, so he wanted to know which day in January we were going to Michigan! Unfortunately that isn't in the cards, but we do plan to go for winter break (the last week in February). So get ready &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goughs&lt;/span&gt; - here we come again! And thank you for hosting such a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ruth, did you take pictures? I can't remember. If you did will you send them to me? Thanks!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-5118844617807665412?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5118844617807665412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=5118844617807665412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5118844617807665412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5118844617807665412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2009/01/catch-up-post-1-thanksgiving.html' title='Catch-up post #1 - Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-2795902221107821638</id><published>2009-01-15T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:29:15.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pics</title><content type='html'>I am notoriously bad about taking and/or posting pictures. But here are a few (mostly courtesy of my 7-year-old who has a nicer camera than me and actually takes pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-Mk7D5rTI/AAAAAAAAANA/DoqfuQMnKVo/s1600-h/DSCN0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602653140856114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-Mk7D5rTI/AAAAAAAAANA/DoqfuQMnKVo/s320/DSCN0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A princess with a power tool. Classic Grace. Her mother loves and nurtures her feminine side, and she loves anything princess - but, let's face it, she is growing up in a house full of boys. She loves to wrestle, play with trucks and balls, and even use tools. (At least the tool matches her dress!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-MkkvyamI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U_jn30DHy7c/s1600-h/DSCN0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602647150914146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-MkkvyamI/AAAAAAAAAM4/U_jn30DHy7c/s320/DSCN0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Christmas PJs, freshly opened on Christmas Eve. The ones in red are my kids (me with my penchant for everything-matching), and the other three are my sister Ruth's children. They were a fun bunch on Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-Mj4OpaII/AAAAAAAAAMw/xPYqR7LKcBI/s1600-h/DSCN0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602635200751746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-Mj4OpaII/AAAAAAAAAMw/xPYqR7LKcBI/s320/DSCN0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samuel as a shepherd in the nativity. Not the best quality photo (that's what you get when I'm behind the camera), but I just can't get over how old he is getting. He will be turning 8 and getting baptized in August. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-MjmHRF2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/L5ZrMqBG2rc/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602630337959778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-MjmHRF2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/L5ZrMqBG2rc/s320/DSCN0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonas' first haircut. In the sink at home. Dad wielding the clippers. He didn't mind it too much, and I was shocked at how much hair came off - he didn't seem to have much, but the mullet had to go. I am also still getting used to how much older he looks. He isn't a baby anymore. He has been my "baby" for longer than any of the others - I think because he retained his small size and fragility (due mostly to being sick for so long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-MjZDe5JI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JWF072j82K8/s1600-h/DSCN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291602626832426130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-MjZDe5JI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JWF072j82K8/s320/DSCN0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is part of our backyard, blanketed in snow after one of the first snowfalls. It is beautiful and peaceful, and I sure love the way that winter LOOKS (I just don't like the way it FEELS. Bbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrr!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-2795902221107821638?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/2795902221107821638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=2795902221107821638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2795902221107821638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2795902221107821638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-pics.html' title='A few pics'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-Mk7D5rTI/AAAAAAAAANA/DoqfuQMnKVo/s72-c/DSCN0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-12220334603120717</id><published>2009-01-15T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:51:43.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The time has come" the walrus said</title><content type='html'>I have been patiently waiting for that magical day, free from any commitments or distractions, when I would sit and update every last detail of the past two months. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually - that day came last Sunday. What was supposed to be a long day chock full of meetings became 24 hours snuggled up at home watching the snow blanket New Hampshire. Everything, even our regular church meeting, was cancelled. But, instead of updating my blog I snuggled my kids, watched "The Testaments," had our own church meeting, made cookies (and ate most of them myself) and spent a large part of the day doing a large jigsaw puzzle (which Nathan declared to be a colossal waste of time, but I relished - how often do I have time to do that? Pretty much never. It was bliss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to try to jump back on the bandwagon little by little. I certainly want to go back and record a little bit about the past two months, but I also don't want my "need" to do that to continue to stop me from posting new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reminder to myself, I would like to post about:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;2. A visit from Uncle "Bennybuddy"&lt;br /&gt;3. Finishing the basement&lt;br /&gt;4. Family and Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. New York City at Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all doing well. Nathan leaves tomorrow to escort his Grandfather to the inauguration. He will be gone for 8 days and 7 nights, which I am not looking forward to, but it will be a neat experience for him. Jonas turned 1 earlier this month (I will post photos - we actually took some!) and he has managed to climb back up onto the growth chart (up to 3% hooray!), but he still can't swallow any solid food, so he is seeing an ENT specialist later this month and having an evaluation for speech/swallow therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had company or Nathan home everyday since Dec. 12, literally a whole month now, so tomorrow will be a big adjustment. In some ways it will be good to be back to my own routine, but I will be lonely. Luckily, Nate's sister Lora is going to come hang out with us this weekend, and help with the kids during my Sunday meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful 2008 and look forward to a great 2009. We have some big goals, and hopefully if we aim for the sun we will at least hit the stars, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the birthday photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S3B-ZFrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O5uS3F5hulU/s1600-h/DSCN0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291609561304209074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S3B-ZFrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O5uS3F5hulU/s320/DSCN0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really enjoyed his presents. Thank you Grandmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S2rT_XfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FQwUwCYWy-A/s1600-h/DSCN0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291609555220782578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S2rT_XfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FQwUwCYWy-A/s320/DSCN0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He LOVED the candle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S2peCHPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SuZgb5i23EA/s1600-h/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291609554726034674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S2peCHPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SuZgb5i23EA/s320/DSCN0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What am I supposed to do with this??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S2dhtmrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TvPDOknyQEY/s1600-h/DSCN0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291609551520242354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S2dhtmrI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TvPDOknyQEY/s320/DSCN0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Aahhh, now I see! This is great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S1yqncDI/AAAAAAAAANw/0Yp2hKLMq3s/s1600-h/DSCN0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291609540014862386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S1yqncDI/AAAAAAAAANw/0Yp2hKLMq3s/s320/DSCN0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace displaying her blue tongue (from all of the blue dye in the frosting of the not-at-all-homemade cake I bought at the grocery store)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-12220334603120717?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/12220334603120717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=12220334603120717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/12220334603120717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/12220334603120717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-has-come-walrus-said.html' title='&quot;The time has come&quot; the walrus said'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SW-S3B-ZFrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O5uS3F5hulU/s72-c/DSCN0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-7472938868642430648</id><published>2008-11-04T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:47:25.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long</title><content type='html'>Once again, it has been too long since my last post (I told you I wasn't good at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journals&lt;/span&gt;, right?), So, this will be a quick summary, and I intend to follow up with some details and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the 20-24 of October was pretty average but we kept busy getting ready for Ruth and her kids to arrive. I knew that it would be hard to get out and do anything once I was a mother-to-seven-kids-under-7 for 5 whole days (actually Sam turned 7 a couple of months ago, but it sounds cooler to say 7-under-7), and we weren't sure how long they would be staying, so I tried to pack all of the errands/meetings/etc. into the week before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that Thursday was crazy busy, and Ruth and her kids arrived on Friday. It was great to see them, and we enjoyed visiting with her. On Saturday we had a Super-Saturday activity in the morning. Ruth came to help me with the massive project I had signed up for, and we took the 6 younger kids and put them in the nursery. Sam and Nate did "manly" stuff - they went to the dump and Home Depot and mowed the lawn. Then we ran home and dumped off the kids and I drove Ruth to the airport (with no kids, because I was going straight to the church for meetings after I dropped her off). A whole hour to visit with my sister with no kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interrupting&lt;/span&gt;, it was great! Nate did a great job watching all 7 kids and putting them to bed while I went to a bunch of meetings (including our first trek council meeting, which was great) and chaperoned a Stake Halloween Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Nate had early meetings, so I knew that I was on my own getting everybody ready and off to church. Luckily we have late church this year (1:00 PM), so I had plenty of time. I started early and got the older 5 bathed while the babies napped. The girls got cute matching hairdos (I will post pics). We managed to get there EARLY and even survived Sacrament meeting! It helped that it was the Primary Program. Samuel and Isaac did a great job on their parts and sang the songs well. But, Isaac's friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaren&lt;/span&gt; stole the show. He was the cutest little sunbeam singing his heart out. He was so loud and funny. We were all laughing so hard. Our bishop's wife was sitting next to him and she couldn't keep a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next three days went pretty well. We stayed home and I just tried to keep the mess from getting too out of control. We played with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;play dough&lt;/span&gt;, made cards for Ruth and Andrew, and got our Halloween costumes ready. On Tuesday night we went to the ward Trunk-or-Treat (actually our ward calls it the "Fall Festival" and the first hour is a carnival in the gym). Everybody had a good time, and the kids were very polite. They each got to eat one treat and we put the rest into a huge bowl (when you have 5 kids trick-or-treating you get way too much candy). On Tuesday Samuel only had a half-day of school, and I was watching Anna for most of the day, so I had 8-kids-under-8 underfoot. It was a L-O-N-G day. And a stinky day. In every sense of the word. But, as they all do, it came to an end and the next day was great. Ruth got home, I took my final (my-last-final-exam-of-my-undergraduate-career, that final). It is such a nice feeling to have it over and done. Actually, if I failed it then it isn't over and done, so here's hoping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday was Halloween. As the room mother I was in charge of Samuel's school party. Nate had a meeting in the morning and was then home for the rest of the day, so he stayed home with the 4 youngest kids and Ruth and I took Isaac and Noah in for the Halloween parade and party. It turned out great - we had good treats and played bingo for prizes. The kids and the teacher thought that my meager attempt at decorating was cute and I left feeling like an okay room mother. Samuel said the kids all loved it. That night we did the normal trick-or-treating (with a little bit of extra fun - thanks Emma), and everybody had a good time. This year I told our kids that we weren't buying new costumes - we have plenty of dress-ups so there were options for all of them. The boys weren't entirely sold until I told them that if they wanted to they could choose 3 different costumes and wear one to the ward party, one to the school party, and one trick-or-treating. They thought that was great. So, Samuel was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Picachu&lt;/span&gt; for the ward party (a hand-me-down from the neighbors), Stitch for school, and a Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; player for trick-or-treating (He came up with that about 15 minutes before we left, and he was so adorable in his jersey, baseball pants, and cap. He got more compliments on his costume than any of the other kids). Isaac was a prince for all three (Grace needed an escort), but he was the "knight-in-shining-armor" prince for the church and school parties and a blue and gold hand-me-down prince costume for trick-or-treating. Grace was a princess. She was beautiful. For trick-or-treating I put a little makeup on her. Nate wasn't mad, but I don't think that he was wild about it. She LOVED it. I love having a daughter! Jonas was a jack-o-lantern, but he only got dressed up for the church party (he slept through the rest). Ruth took pictures of the kids on Halloween night, as soon as she emails them to me I'll post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Saturday Nov. 1, was definitely the highlight. Nate and Samuel went to a Young Men service project in the morning and then we went on THE BIG DATE. Actually 4-dates-in-one. About a year ago I started craving The Melting Pot, which is a great fondue restaurant. We wanted to go, but it is expensive, so we thought we should go for something special. Once we survived the holidays and the baby being born we decided that we would go for Valentine's Day. We ended up spending Valentine's Day in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; of Massachusetts General Children's Hospital, and the next 2 months home with a baby who we were trying to shield from germs. Needless to say, that didn't happen. So, we decided to go for our anniversary in April. We had a Relief Society service project and Stake Priesthood meeting that weekend, so we moved it back a week. Then, on Sunday morning, we got a call from Nate's Mom telling us that his Grandma had just passed away. It was Spring Break that week, and we found an amazing deal on tickets, so we all went out to Idaho for the whole week for the funeral. We thought about going out there (there is a Melting Pot in Boise, and we would have free babysitting), but we ended up deciding to spend the weekend with family. After we got home we decided to go for my birthday the next month, but I also wanted some extra motivation to finish my degree, and I was SO close, so I told Nate that we couldn't go until I was done. I thought I could finish in 2 months. One month later I was called to be the Stake Young Women's President, and we both agreed that the degree would have to be put on the back burner for a while. Here it is November and I FINALLY finished. I had some extra incentive because my brilliant baby sister is graduating in December (just two-and-a-half-years after graduating from High School) and we are getting the same degree (BS in Psychology) from the same University (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;) so I had to hurry and finish so that our diplomas would have the same date on them. (We'll try to forget about the fact that I am almost 9 years older than she is!). Anyway, I finally finished, and Ruth was available to babysit for FREE so we decided to go even before the score came back (worst case I have to retake the final). It was the best date EVER. We left the house after lunch, at about 1:30. We went to the temple and did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sealings&lt;/span&gt; (which I think is so romantic, I love doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sealings&lt;/span&gt; and we only end up doing it about once a year, we usually just do a session). It was wonderful. Then we went to the Burlington Mall, which is my favorite mall. They have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nordstrom's&lt;/span&gt;, Pottery Barn, Williams &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sonoma&lt;/span&gt;, and great pretzels - what else could you need?! We found a great suit for Nate, a PERFECT Christmas dress for Grace, and we browsed through every store we wanted, for as long as we wanted. without worrying that the kids were going to break something. It was heaven. The best part was that we bought NOTHING (except the pretzels). No buyer's remorse. Although we found several things that we want to buy and will be shopping for deals on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to The Melting Pot. Seriously, my favorite restaurant in the world. So romantic. So delicious. Great atmosphere. I hear the wine list is great, if you're into that, and they offered to make any of their specialty drinks non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alcoholic&lt;/span&gt; (which is rare out here). In honor of our 4 celebrations (Valentine's/Anniversary/Birthday/Graduation) we ordered all four courses (Cheese Fondue/Salad/Meat and Vegetable Fondue/Chocolate Fondue). It was all AMAZING. So good. And we had the best private booth - it was set up with a corner bench so that you could sit really close and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;separating&lt;/span&gt; walls go all the way up to the ceiling so that you can't see anybody but your hot date (It sounds claustrophobic but it is not. Seriously great design.). The whole restaurant isn't like that, you can do groups there, but if you tell them that it is a special date (which Nate did when he made the reservation - good man) then you get a special romantic booth. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home Ruth had the house all clean and the kids all sound asleep in their beds. It was heaven. We talked to her for a while, then we put on a movie (Ocean's 11 - we love it and hadn't watched it for a long time and they were playing some of the music from it at the restaurant). I lasted for about 20 minutes, and I don't think Nate finished it either. But, falling asleep together on the couch is a pretty great way to end a date (unless you aren't married, then I don't advise it - especially if you are at your parent's house and your Mom comes down and finds you that way - awkward - and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; - not that I'm speaking from experience or anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is way too long now, and that pretty much gets us up to date. Ruth left early Monday morning and today I voted (hooray!) and took the boys to the dentist (no cavities - hooray!). The rest of the week is packed with meetings and activities, but the countdown to guest time is on, so I've got to get to work. In exactly 5 weeks our first guest arrives and then we have non-stop company for 4.5 weeks. The peak is the week between Christmas and New Year's when we will have 20 people staying here. I am so excited, but I am also determined to have my house deep-cleaned and organized before that happens (you know those drawers and closets that need attention, and don't get me started on the basement). So, wish me luck. One of the weeks we will be in Michigan for Thanksgiving, so we really only have 4 weeks. I'll keep you posted. (Don't worry - I have a special notebook with my "project plan" - cue Nate's bemused laughter - now I just have to follow through!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-7472938868642430648?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/7472938868642430648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=7472938868642430648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7472938868642430648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7472938868642430648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-long.html' title='Too long'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-6944729437139943807</id><published>2008-10-26T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:33:20.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROSGRAIN MINI STORE OPENING NOVEMBER 6!!!!! AND BIG PREVIEW GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/10/grosgrain-mini-store-opening-and.html"&gt;GROSGRAIN MINI STORE OPENING NOVEMBER 6!!!!! AND BIG PREVIEW GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first link for a giveaway - but this lady makes darling stuff in Grace's size - and I would love to win her giveaway. Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-6944729437139943807?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/10/grosgrain-mini-store-opening-and.html' title='GROSGRAIN MINI STORE OPENING NOVEMBER 6!!!!! 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AND BIG PREVIEW GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-7920616855939891486</id><published>2008-10-20T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:43:37.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Grandma Cherie!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that I am posting AGAIN today? I can't! But, our package from Grandma finally arrived and it was definitely worth waiting for. The kids were so excited to find the adorable Halloween shirts and baskets for collecting treats. We had to take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzrY8DjKJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4F0cREBRYqc/s1600-h/Kids+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259337278532298898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzrY8DjKJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4F0cREBRYqc/s320/Kids+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I told them to "put their heads together" and this is what I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqvQFPgYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nurTUTltW18/s1600-h/Kids+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259336562353602946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqvQFPgYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nurTUTltW18/s320/Kids+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure what Grace was contemplating so seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqwJ-JLJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yFENw-PxQAE/s1600-h/Jonas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259336577893084306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqwJ-JLJI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yFENw-PxQAE/s320/Jonas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He would smile at his brothers, but not at the camera.  I should add a note about the pumpkins - they are each "posing" with their shirt from Grandma on (Jonas' shirt lights up - the ghost has flashing red lights), their treat basket from Grandma, and the pumpkin they picked out last week. You will note that Sam insisted on their pumpkins being appropriately sized, meaning that Mom and Dad's is the biggest, then Sam's, then Isaac's, then Grace's, then Jonas'. The kids all went along with this as though they would never have thought otherwise. As a result, Jonas ended up with a tiny little thing that would normally be destined for a centerpiece. But, he likes it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqwlletHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mJR8bINZgt8/s1600-h/Grace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259336585305830514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqwlletHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mJR8bINZgt8/s320/Grace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace was laughing at Sam jumping up and down behind me. She got the cute pants and hair bangles from Grandma as well (you can't really see the hair thing, so you will have to trust me that it is cute!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqw6KCfsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PWgOWYSjY_U/s1600-h/Isaac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259336590827880130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqw6KCfsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PWgOWYSjY_U/s320/Isaac.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isaac was "drumming" his pumpkin. Isaac picked one of the ugliest pumpkins I have seen in a while. He loved that it had some red in it (orange and red are his favorite colors). It is bumpy and odd, but I hear that this type are great for cooking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqxaazmNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/leza5x5fz6M/s1600-h/Samuel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259336599488141522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzqxaazmNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/leza5x5fz6M/s320/Samuel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Sam - being himself. Gotta love him. The bat on his shirt glows in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-7920616855939891486?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/7920616855939891486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=7920616855939891486' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7920616855939891486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7920616855939891486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-grandma-cherie.html' title='Thank you Grandma Cherie!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPzrY8DjKJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4F0cREBRYqc/s72-c/Kids+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-5073955959759031532</id><published>2008-10-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:28:44.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The audience!</title><content type='html'>I was just reminded by two insistent children that I forgot to post the picture of THEM at Sam's recital. They were a good little audience and they were very proud of their big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPyxpL0_3II/AAAAAAAAAIg/B-cd4q0Ln3Q/s1600-h/Isaac+and+Grace+at+recital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259273785969728642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPyxpL0_3II/AAAAAAAAAIg/B-cd4q0Ln3Q/s320/Isaac+and+Grace+at+recital.JPG" 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/4761554373368241905-5073955959759031532?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5073955959759031532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=5073955959759031532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5073955959759031532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5073955959759031532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/audience.html' title='The audience!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPyxpL0_3II/AAAAAAAAAIg/B-cd4q0Ln3Q/s72-c/Isaac+and+Grace+at+recital.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-3801269329112132556</id><published>2008-10-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:24:37.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPywozSpCxI/AAAAAAAAAII/hEjuz9DuRm8/s1600-h/Grace+outside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259272679871548178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPywozSpCxI/AAAAAAAAAII/hEjuz9DuRm8/s320/Grace+outside.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPywpAKFCZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JbaNZcuH17k/s1600-h/Grace+outside+smiling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259272683325294994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPywpAKFCZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JbaNZcuH17k/s320/Grace+outside+smiling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much to her Father's chagrin, Grace loves pink. Head to toe. She was so excited to get her pink coat out yesterday ( it is getting cold and the windbreaker - also pink of course - just wasn't cutting it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-3801269329112132556?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/3801269329112132556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=3801269329112132556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/3801269329112132556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/3801269329112132556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/pink-lady.html' title='Pink Lady'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPywozSpCxI/AAAAAAAAAII/hEjuz9DuRm8/s72-c/Grace+outside.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-6074434643356194551</id><published>2008-10-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:26:27.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is Samuel playing at his first recital! He is learning the Suzuki method, and he played his "Twinkle variations." All six of them - it is a long piece! But he did great. I was playing the piano accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes lessons from a young woman in our ward, and her family put on a recital at their home with their children, some other families from the ward, and the students of their daughters. It was really neat, and the kids loved seeing all different instruments (piano, voilin, cello, harp, trumpet, bagpipe, and voice). The highlight was the "Petrie Family Song" - I wish we had video of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPypuWVNSsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gsoyWSn9PP8/s1600-h/Sam%27s+recital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259265078595504834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPypuWVNSsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gsoyWSn9PP8/s320/Sam%27s+recital.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have added two videos - I hope I did this right. The first is near the beginning, the second is the end with his little bow. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ea4cae804cf8b763&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/6074434643356194551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=6074434643356194551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/6074434643356194551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/6074434643356194551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-pics.html' title='Some pics'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPypuWVNSsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gsoyWSn9PP8/s72-c/Sam%27s+recital.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-2182062329568247452</id><published>2008-10-20T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:36:02.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuel and the Marigold</title><content type='html'>There was once an adorable first-grader named Samuel. His class was learning about plants. They learned about all of the parts of a plant and how they grow. They each got a marigold seed to plant in a little paper cup. Samuel planted his seed in the black soil with care. He watered it and watched it begin to sprout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Friday before Mother's Day (2008) he brought it home in a pretty bag he had decorated and gave it to his Mother. He was so excited to show it to her that he just couldn't wait until Sunday. He tore the bag in his excitement and presented her with the tiny seedling. They placed it in the kitchen window and together they watered it and watched it grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so slowly it grew taller. By mid-June it was about two-and-a-half inches tall. It was time to plant the flower garden behind the garage, and Mom and Samuel decided that this year it would be a marigold patch. They went to a local farm and purchased 17 small marigold plants, and plotted out 18 spots. Each spot was carefully prepared, and each plant was lovingly planted in the waiting earth. Samuel's little marigold looked quite pathetic. The other plants were bushy, strong, 8-inch tall monsters. Samuel's marigold was so tiny and skinny that when it was lightly watered it fell to the ground. Mother contemplated just tossing it into the woods to die - it looked pretty sad next to the others. But, together they decided to let the marigold have its day in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marigold LOVED the sun. Soon it looked healthy and strong, though still very small. As the days and weeks past it started to grow taller, finally catching up with the other marigolds. However, while the other plants boasted beautiful blossoms of yellow, gold, and orange, Samuel's marigold still had n&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; blossoms, or even buds. Each day Samuel would run outside to water his flowers and check for buds on his plant. Each day he found nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By August his plant was twice as tall as any of the others. Mother began to question whether this was really a marigold at all! It was growing so tall, but not really becoming "bushy" and still had no signs of flowers. The leaf shape and color was so similar to the others that she thought that it must be a marigold, but wondered why it did not flower. Was something genetically wrong with it? Had they harmed it in planting it? Was it not getting enough ... something? Sun, check. Water, check. Good soil, check (at least as good as could be expected in New Hampshire). The other marigolds in the bed were thriving. Though still small and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squatty&lt;/span&gt; compared to Samuel's growing giant, they had beautiful flowers aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in late September, after most of the flowers and vegetables in the gardens around the house had met their end, a single bloom was spotted. In excitement Samuel announced to the whole family that his marigold had finally produced a lovely yellow bloom. Everyone was "encouraged" to come examine and praise this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;remarkable&lt;/span&gt; achievement. As the days passed, and in spite of the colder nights, more blooms appeared and the plant continued to grow ever upwards. Mother and Father had never seen a marigold so large, which may have something to do with the fact that there has never been a marigold that has been so loved and prayed over by such an earnest young man. Now 7 and in second grade, Samuel continued to care for his special plant (although Mother began to neglect dead-heading the others in the plot as the gardening season came to an end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, October 19, 2008 Mother decided that it was finally time to get a picture of the boy and his plant, before the frosts destroyed the beautiful flowers. So, here we present Samuel the toothless gardener and his special marigold. No longer a 2-inch weakling it has long since surpassed Samuel in height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPx57Rjmb8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/luikTm1irqQ/s1600-h/Sam+and+Marigold"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259212524093861826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPx57Rjmb8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/luikTm1irqQ/s400/Sam+and+Marigold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: First, I wish that I was a good writer - I should have Nate write this into a storybook for the kids. He has a much better gift for that than I. Second, yesterday I reading the October Ensign, and specifically Elder Nelson's article on abortion. As I wrote this story I was thinking about the parallel - this tiny struggling plant truly seemed to have no shot at survival, and look at it now! (He tells the story of a mother who had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt; measles or something like that in her first trimester and was strongly urged by her doctors and family to abort what would surely be a very "damaged" baby. She decided not to, and gave birth to a wonderfully healthy baby who suffered total hearing loss but grew into a wonderfully accomplished woman.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-2182062329568247452?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/2182062329568247452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=2182062329568247452' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2182062329568247452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2182062329568247452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/samuel-and-marigold.html' title='Samuel and the Marigold'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SPx57Rjmb8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/luikTm1irqQ/s72-c/Sam+and+Marigold' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-880781464661334549</id><published>2008-10-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:58:39.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/18 Update</title><content type='html'>I know, I can't believe it either, but I'm finally posting! (Sorry Martie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rissa&lt;/span&gt;, I know that I promised to do this days ago!) So, while a number of deep thoughts have indeed passed through my mind over the last 12 days, at the moment I can't recall any of them, so I'll do a quick rundown (for posterity and any insomniacs out there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit with Uncle Van and Aunt Debbie was great - and they have inspired us to do a little more exploring here in New England (it is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; when people who live in Idaho Falls have seen more of Maine than we have!) Nate had a quick trip to Chicago (good meetings and too much good food), and while he was gone I had a crazy long Thursday. Errands, getting ready for company, a leadership training meeting for all of the Young Women's Presidents in the Stake (which went well, but one of my counselors had to work and my secretary was out of town - although she made super-cute favors before she left - Thanks Becky! - but which left me talking for most of the meeting and my other counselor doing EVERYTHING behind the scenes - Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dawnett&lt;/span&gt;!! You are amazing!!). If you know me this won't surprise you (I am NOT crafty/creative/etc.) but about 3 hours before the meeting I realized that we hadn't thought about a centerpiece. The previous Stake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; President was really creative and always did really cute things and as her counselor I never had to give it any thought. So, I started thinking about it, realized I didn't have anything particularly nice to use or time to pull it together, and emailed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dawnett&lt;/span&gt; to see if she would be stopping by her house and had anything that would work. She shows up (after a long day at work at a very busy job I might add) with a great autumn setup - cloths, straw, pumpkins, arrangements, etc. etc. etc. ... and more stuff for the refreshment table. I've got to tell you that there is NO WAY that I could do this calling alone. Every member of our Presidency adds so much and I just feel blessed to be a part of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law Lora lives in Boston and met me at the church so that she could take the kids home and put them to bed while I was at the meeting (Thanks Lora!). She got a little lost on the way from the church to our house. Sam (7) got her most of the way there, but then they missed a crucial turn. He kept assuring her that she was going the right way (which she wasn't). Finally Isaac (4) said "this is not the way to my house!" Lora was pretty sure that he was right, but not completely convinced until she got to the dirt road ... Sam assured her that "we go on the dirt road all of the time" (nope, not true), but Lora knew that they were lost. Right about then she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;noticed&lt;/span&gt; that the gas light had turned on. Luckily, she was able to find the way to our house without running out of gas in the dark with four young kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting I went straight to the airport to pick up Nate's parents. It was so great to see them. We had a nice visit and then went to bed in preparation for a very early morning (we were getting up at 4:30 to get going in time to get Dad to his meeting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Braintree&lt;/span&gt;, MA. We made it down there in plenty of time (amazing, considering we had to get 8 people out the door and drive two cars right through Boston in the morning). After we dropped him off we went in search of Breakfast, which of course, meant McDonald's. I didn't know the area well, but, luckily, the GPS did. The first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; we found had no play area - so we let the kids decide if we should go in and get food or try one more. They wanted to try one more time, so we headed off to the next closest one. We were rewarded for our patience by finding the coolest play area I have seen (outside of the Mecca of McDonald's play areas on International Drive in Orlando). They had a ball, including Jonas. They had a cute little area for little ones to crawl around and play, and since we pretty much had the place to ourselves he had free reign of the whole area. I would have taken pictures, but of course I forgot the camera (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After McDonald's we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Plimoth&lt;/span&gt; Plantation (located in the town of Plymouth but with the historical spelling). We learned about the early settlers and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wampanoag&lt;/span&gt; tribe that inhabited the area when the Mayflower landed. It was very cool and informative, but not kid friendly. I am really glad that we went, but I think that we will try again when the kids are a little older. We drove into Plymouth for lunch at a great seafood place right on the water and then headed over to the Mayflower II. Mom, Lora, Samuel and Isaac toured the ship while I sat with the little ones while they slept. Then we picked up Dad and headed into Cambridge to pick up Lora's boyfriend. It was time for him to "meet the parents." I think that went well :) He is getting a PhD in particle physics at MIT so he took us on a little tour of some of the cool stuff on campus (we had some time to kill - Nate was flying into Logan at 7:30). We had a good time there and then loaded the kids up and I headed to the airport to pick Nate up. Lora and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Teppo&lt;/span&gt; (he is from Finland) took Mom and Dad to see her office at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HBS&lt;/span&gt; (they had a little trouble getting there - neither of them have cars or ever drive in the city, so while they knew how to easily walk there they didn't know how to navigate the one-way streets and bridges). We all got home around the same time and put the kids to bed and enjoyed some more nice conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Concord, MA. I should mention that this whole weekend the leaves were absolutely beautiful. This was the peak of the colors, and they were amazing. In Concord we toured the Orchard House (where Louisa May Alcott wrote Little Women - it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; neat, I enjoyed learning about her family), had lunch at a fun diner called Helen's, and toured the Sleepy Hollow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cemetery&lt;/span&gt; - which is beautiful - it is very large with winding paths and has crumbling old headstones alongside newer ones. Nate loves old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cemeteries&lt;/span&gt;, and this one was full of interesting stuff. This is where Henry David Thoreau, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Louisa May Alcott, Ralph Waldo Emerson and many others are buried. There is a massive granite monument erected by a soldier from the Civil War in memory of the 3 brothers who went to war with him and didn't make it home. After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; we went to Walden Pond. It was beautiful. We watched the sun set over the pond while we skipped rocks and enjoyed the reflection of the colorful trees in the water. There were people swimming, but it was pretty cold water (it is October after all). We visited the replica of his cottage there, and then we headed home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Peterborough&lt;/span&gt; Branch (I had to go for their Branch Conference, so I took the whole family along. The timing worked better with their flight schedule, and I thought that the drive would be beautiful, which it was.) It was a great day, especially because our new Stake Camp Director was set apart - and I am very excited to get to work with her. The meetings went well and we had a nice "linger-longer" with the Branch afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate's parents and Lora and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Teppo&lt;/span&gt; left that night, and Monday Nate had no work and Samuel had no school (Columbus Day) so we made the most of it and ... cleaned the garage!! Boring, but it was so great to get it done. Then for family night we went to Lull Farm to visit the animals and pick out our pumpkins. It was a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I did service in the temple laundry, which was a wonderful way to spend the day, and the rest of the week seemed to fly by. I had an eye infection for a few days, which was pretty painful and very inconvenient. I couldn't wear my contacts and my glasses have been mangled by the kids (they now only have one side) so I couldn't go to the gym for 3 days, which I missed. But, Friday I was fine and went back for a great class. Friday night was Samuel's Violin Recital. He did WONDERFUL. This was his first performance, and Nate and I have been speculating over whether he would be a "sweaty hands fumbles under pressure" or a "steps up and shines under pressure" kid - he is definitely the latter. I was very pleased with him. We had a great discussion on the way over about how when you have worked really hard and done all the preparation that you can then you can ask Heavenly Father for help and he will help you do your best. We said a prayer and he didn't even seem nervous after that. It was a fun recital and while the kids weren't perfect by any means they behaved pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent most of the day up at Zion's Camp in meetings with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; Presidents and Camp Directors from all 9 Stakes who do Girl's Camp there. The meetings were productive, but VERY long. Nate kept all of the kids and made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of progress on getting the yard cleaned up for winter. The leaves are falling now, and staying ahead of them is always an uphill battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are all doing well. Sam has learned about choices and consequences this week. Isaac has become a backseat driver. He admonishes me often - "Mom, why did you go? The light was red. Red means STOP!" (I'm making legal right-turns I swear). Grace is sweet and her maturity (compared to the boys at 2-1/2) is astounding to me. She knows what she wants and she can be a little pushy if she doesn't get it. Jonas continues to be so sweet. He has a tooth (and likes to use it) says "Dada" and is spending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lots &lt;/span&gt;of time working on standing up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to a good week - especially because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gough&lt;/span&gt; cousins are arriving this week Hip, Hip, Hooray!! And, we hear there is a package of Halloween surprises in the mail from Grandma Cherie - if the mailman would ever bring it to us :) now, if the boys could just decide what they will be for Halloween ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-880781464661334549?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/880781464661334549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=880781464661334549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/880781464661334549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/880781464661334549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/1018-update.html' title='10/18 Update'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-4708814934372626149</id><published>2008-10-06T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:20:40.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conference'/><title type='text'>Conference Weekend</title><content type='html'>I only have a minute, but wasn't Conference wonderful?! I do have to admit that due to Nate's half-marathon on Saturday we haven't watched those sessions yet - but, Sunday was great. We really enjoyed watching and spending a whole day together as a family. The highlight was really President Monson's talk at the end of the morning session. We had all been taking notes, doing the conference workbooks, etc. during the rest of the session, but for his talk we put everything else down, put the baby to bed and just sat together on the couch to "listen to a Prophet's voice." It was such a beautiful and inspiring message. I felt loved and encouraged and so GRATEFUL for a living prophet. At one point I said to Nate "we should watch this talk every day!" It just contained so many things that we need to remember! I wish every day was Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today we are back to the grind. I hope that you all have a wonderful week, and for those of you here in New England - go outside! These colors won't last too much longer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-4708814934372626149?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4708814934372626149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=4708814934372626149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4708814934372626149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4708814934372626149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/conference-weekend.html' title='Conference Weekend'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-79508327769947579</id><published>2008-10-04T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:51:00.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>While I'm at it I should post some updates about this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend's ward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;campout&lt;/span&gt; was cancelled due to rain. The kids were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;, but accepted it without too much fuss. We enjoyed a Friday evening at home, and a busy Saturday. We bought a trailer to pull behind my SUV for going to the dump, etc. (since we sold Nate's truck the week before, I already mentioned that, right?). Anyway, we got that and the wood to finish the new shelves in the storage room downstairs, and we got the house all cleaned for the open house that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE entertaining. I love how it forces me to clean more deeply, I love the excitement just before the first guests arrive - making sure everything is set out just right (although my kids were so nervous that nobody would come, they were looking out the window every 2 seconds). We ended up with a houseful. The entire main floor was literally PACKED with people - I was so glad that we could all show the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bischoff&lt;/span&gt; family how much we love them and will miss them - there were a number of conflicts that night, but so many people really made an effort to be there. It was great. Right after the party when the last guests had left, the kids were in bed, and the leftovers were put away we just sat and listened to the silence. It felt so empty and quiet. But, it had been loud enough and full enough that we just enjoyed the emptiness and each other. It was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after church we went to a baptism for a boy in our ward. It was a great baptism - I love how the wards really gather together to celebrate these events. Most of us live far from family, so there is often no extended family present. But, the room is always packed - standing room only - with ward members showing support. Because it was Fast Sunday there were no refreshments - they said to come over to their house around 7 or 8 for treats. Now, by the end of the baptism it was 5 and everybody had a 20-45 minute ride home, then needed to make and eat dinner, and it was a school night, and had been a long day already, so you would think that not many people would go for refreshments (especially because their house is at least 20 minutes from most of the ward). But, you would be wrong. This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frischknecht&lt;/span&gt; family and they are well known for their desserts. They are GREAT cooks. As Vicki said, "when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Frischknechts&lt;/span&gt; are serving dessert you GO and you go EARLY." She isn't kidding. We got there at 7:10 thinking we would be among the early ones and they had already finished off the first trifle and all of the creme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brulee's&lt;/span&gt;! Luckily - there was plenty more. She had made a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tiramisu&lt;/span&gt; that was AMAZING. I have always wanted to try it, but what with the espresso and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;liqueur&lt;/span&gt;, never did :) She said that you just get a good recipe, soak the cookies in milk, and use cocoa powder for the top. It was like cake in custard - really good custard (and cake and custard are two of my very favorite things). I am amazed that I only had one piece (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I helped Grace with hers, you know - a bite for you, a bite for me, a bite for you ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was great, but the kids got to bed late again (Sam was revelling in having had 2 parties in a row!) The next night we had friends over for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, we did it - I was so nervous about completing the Bishop's challenge of inviting a non-member family over for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;, but we did it. We prayed for help, and it ended up being so easy. A couple of weeks ago Sam was looking at some copies of the Book of Mormon that the Elders left at our house and asked us to try to give away. He asked if he could give one to his friend Jonathan. Jonathan rides the bus with him and lives pretty close - just outside our neighborhood. I have talked to his Mom frequently, and the boys play at each other's houses frequently, but I had never met the father. I asked Sam if he thought that we should invite Jonathan's family for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;. He was thrilled. I ran it by Nate really quick and hurried to make the phone call before I chickened out. She was excited and said that they had plans that Monday, but would love to come the next Monday. They have boys the same ages as Sam and Isaac and an older girl. I was worried that the girl would be bored, but she was so fun to talk to and seemed very comfortable. We played games and had treats. Nate and Jose seemed to get along well, and although we didn't talk religion we told them that we are Mormon and why we have Family Home Evening. They are Catholic, but don't go to church regularly or consider themselves religious. I told her that Sam would like to give Jonathan a Book of Mormon and she said that would be fine. Her only concern was that it would hurt Sam's feelings if Jonathan wasn't excited about it. I think that he will be fine. He hasn't given it to him yet because he wants to write in it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this made THREE parties in a row, three late bedtimes, and a very tired Sam on Tuesday morning. Tuesday was packed with errands and commitments - the kids and I left the house before 9 AM and other than running home to meet Sam's bus and pick him up we didn't get home until 8 PM. But, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; done, including Visiting Teaching (yes, it was the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - at least it got done :) Wednesday was a cleaning day, babysitting day, and Violin lesson. Sam is doing well and is ready for his first recital on the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. When he is focusing he sounds great - when he is not he sounds like a dying cat. I made the mistake of telling him that the other day. Now he gets great enjoyment out of playing out-of-tune and calling it the "dead cat song." Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Nate's Uncle Van and Aunt Debbie arrived. Van is Linda's older brother. He is a dentist in Idaho Falls. Neither of them have ever been to New England, so they planned a visit to come see the fall colors. We spent an enjoyable evening with them and then Friday they drove up to Vermont. They are traveling around Vermont, Northern NH, and Maine, and will be back here on Monday evening. Tuesday and Wed they will visit sites in Mass. and they fly out Wednesday evening. Nate's parents arrive Thursday evening so they just miss each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Sam and I attended the "Ice Cream Social" at his school. It is a fun fundraiser, and I volunteered at the cake walk for an hour. Then we enjoyed ice cream and came home to watch a movie with Dad (we also had 2 sweet friends with us - Annie and Eliza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gustafson&lt;/span&gt;. Their Dad, our Bishop, is out running the St. George marathon, and their older brother was playing with his band at the High School football game. They are such sweet girls - they were a great help with the kids and with dinner, and Sam and I enjoyed having them come to the Ice Cream Social with us. We thought that with all of us we would surely win something from the cake walk, but, alas, we did not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Nate's half marathon in Hollis, and then trying to watch General Conference and get to the dump and other Saturday errands and jobs. I finished my last quiz for my course on Thursday and ordered my final exam. Nate is taking the day off on the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (Sam is out of school for Columbus Day) so I will take the test then. As long as I get a 62% on the final I will be the proud owner of a Bachelor's Degree in Psychology. It will be great to have it done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth - the kids just left the FUNNIEST message on your answering machine for Noah's birthday today. Enjoy! And HAPPY FIFTH BIRTHDAY NOAH! WE LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-79508327769947579?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/79508327769947579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=79508327769947579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/79508327769947579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/79508327769947579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-134721774802857398</id><published>2008-10-04T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:56:36.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I put a DVD into my laptop and for some reason I couldn't get it to play. This was annoying because it is a fairly new laptop and should be working well. So, I tried the old "turn it off, count to 30, turn it back on" trick, and, of course, it worked just great. Why does this work? I'm sure that there are sophisticated electronic explanations (my car is having a similar problem, every once in a while the overdrive gets into a funk, but if you turn the car off - wait a minute - and turn it back on it is fine, and the mechanics couldn't find anything wrong with it - so wierd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking about this as I was contemplating how THOROUGHLY EXHAUSTED I have been the last few days. The kids are not sleeping well, Jonas in particular - I think he is starting to get teeth - so, as a result, I am not sleeping well at all. Since Wednesday I have been just dragging, and I am finding myself grumpy and completely devoid of willpower. Yesterday all I wanted all day was to curl up in front of a fire with hot chocolate, a book, and my red velour blanket. Of course, I got none of that, but I didn't get much productive done while I was daydreaming about it all day. (I am also having a bit of a hard time adjusting to the low temperatures, if you know me you know that I am happiest at 90 degrees with lots of humidity. Florida is perfect for me - but it about killed Nate. I love the seasons, and the colors here are breathtaking right now, I just wish it could be beautiful and WARM at the same time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to sleep - I think that I am like my computer. If I don't get to completely power down every once in a while I start to forget how to function correctly. I obsess over silly things, I forget important things, and I just don't function at my peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the rest of you girls probably have all sorts of fun planned for tonight while the men are off at the Priesthood session, these are my plans: Simple dinner for the kids (Nate is going to a "Bratwurst Fry" at the home of our Young Men's President before the session), early bedtime for all, including me, and curling up with that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should tell you - "that book" is Breaking Dawn. I have already read the spoilers, and I didn't really plan on reading it anytime soon, I just don't have much time. But, I was at the library on Thursday and as I was checking out they said they had a book on hold for me. When I put my name on the list for it I think that I was number 382, so I thought that I would get it sometime next year - they must have more copies than I thought. So, now I have it, and I can't NOT read it, so I know what I'll be doing before and after conference tomorrow. Hopefully I can finish it by tomorrow night, because we have a busy week next week and the last thing I should be doing is reading. But, maybe tonight and tomorrow will be enough to "restart" me back into proper working order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-134721774802857398?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/134721774802857398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=134721774802857398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/134721774802857398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/134721774802857398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-258819756359757404</id><published>2008-10-01T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:10:08.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Questions and Answers</title><content type='html'>I want to do a new post, and every day I have these thoughts about what would make a great post - until I sit down at a computer. Then I always feel like I have nothing interesting to say. So, I'm going to copy some of my friends and answer this 50 question thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty Questions (and answers):&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese? No&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? No - I am very against guns in the house. Unfortunately my husband is for it. We just had a discussion about this on Sunday. He reminded me that we are currently storing his brother's gun in our basement (I had forgotten about that, and now that I remember I am totally freaked out about it- I know it is in pieces and my kid's wouldn't be able to do anything with it, but still, it's a gun and I want it out - Russell, let me know when you will be picking it up :) Nate owns a gun, which is at his parent's house, and our compromise is that he can bring it here when he has a VERY secure safe that this kids could NEVER break into).&lt;br /&gt;4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? No Sonics out here (that I have seen), but I like their "ocean water" I don't know what flavors it has.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointment? No. But I do get nervous before dentist appointments.&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? Love them. But, only the cheap ones (the ones that are totally made of questionable things that I don't want to think about), and only over a campfire - or in Macaroni and Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Christmas Song? I love Christmas music. I like Oh, Holy Night, and I often sing Silent Night as a lullaby to my kids. I have a box of Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; that I get out before Thanksgiving. Playing it makes me so excited. I LOVE Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Water, Orange Juice (Mom, can you believe it!? Still without pulp though)&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push-ups? On my knees. Being able to do real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;push-ups&lt;/span&gt; correctly is one of my major fitness goals. In High School I thought that I could do them, but after the fitness portion of Junior Miss I was informed by my Uncle David that I did them totally incorrectly.&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite movie? That's a tough one. I like movies that I have seen a million times, and Nate likes to always watch something new. I love The Princess Bride and You've Got Mail and The Sound of Music and Just Like Heaven and Return to Me. Those are all great for me to turn on while I'm folding laundry and I don't care if I miss half of it. My favorite scary movie is The Others - for so many reasons - but Nate won't watch scary movies more than once, and I don't like to watch them alone.&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? My wedding ring. It is usually my ONLY piece of jewelry. I also love pearl earrings. They are so simple and sophisticated and beautiful and pure. I want to be pearl earrings.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite hobby? Reading (someday I'll have time to read again), traveling, doing paperwork/financial statements/taxes. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you work with people who idolize you? Samuel is definitely past that point, but the younger three absolutely. I spend a large amount of time "working" with my Presidency and the Stake Young Men's presidency, and I think (hope) that they all like me, but I don't think that anyone "idolizes" me.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have ADD? My Mom is pretty convinced that we all do - and I think that just about anyone can identify aspects of their personality that fall somewhere on the spectrum of ADD. But, I don't think that I have it.&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s one trait that you hate about yourself? Where to start? At the moment I don't like how I don't fight for what I want or need (or my family needs) because I am too afraid to "inconvenience" someone.&lt;br /&gt;16. What’s your middle name? I don't have one. My maiden name (Harper) is now my middle name, which I love except that it sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; with Fisher.&lt;br /&gt;17. Name three thoughts at this moment: My legs are sore, I need new workout shoes, I wonder if I can get the main floor cleaned before the baby wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: An oil change for my Explorer, pizza and salad at Chuck-E-Cheese (right across the street from the oil change place - 1.5 hours with 3 kids under 5, we were NOT going to sit in that little waiting room!), and a scout leader shirt for Nate.&lt;br /&gt;19. Current worry right now? Is it going to rain the entire weekend that my in-laws are here?&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate right now? (hey! Where was question #20?) Feeling uninformed when I don't read the news and feeling annoyed when I do.&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be? Wherever Nate is.&lt;br /&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year? We went to a party at a friend's house, but I the kids and I were tired so we came home around 10:30 (Jonas was born 4 days later).&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go? Everywhere. My list right now is: Italy, China, South Africa, Peru, Australia&lt;br /&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this? Julie and Cheryl already did, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;26. Whose answer do you want to read the most? Anyone.&lt;br /&gt;27. What color shirt are you wearing? Navy Blue shirt from Oxford University.&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? Yes, I think that my favorite is flannel, but I'll sleep on about anything. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you whistle? Nope. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color? I usually say blue and red. But, I like them all. I know it is trendy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unoriginal&lt;/span&gt;, but I am loving this brown and aqua thing.&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower? I think in the shower. No singing.&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite girl’s name? Grace and Kate&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite boy’s name? Nate, Samuel, Isaac, Jonas (I like Nate better than Nathan and Samuel better than Sam.)&lt;br /&gt;35. What’s in your pocket right now? No pockets. I don't usually put things in my pockets. Especially cell phones. I have had 3 bad experiences with putting cell phones in my pocket. It is now strictly forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? Last night there was a pretty funny line in the chapter I was reading for the class I am taking. I swear this professor has no editor. I showed it to Nate and he got a pretty good laugh out of it too.&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child? I think that I had Rainbow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brite&lt;/span&gt; - or Strawberry Shortcake? Mom?&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever had? Nothing major - I have a scar on my knee from trying to show how well I could ride my bike with no feet or hands (feet on the handlebars, hands behind my head, tire hitting the curb, me hitting the pavement). No broken bones, only one sprained ankle.&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your favorite snack? Nachos. (Not the ones with the fake cheese, real nachos)&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite thing to do on Sundays? Quiet time with my family. Puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend? Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;42. How many dogs do you have? None. Never. (Sorry Isaac)&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you? Isaac. I wonder how long that will last? I don't think that Nate believes in "crushes"&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book? (where was #44?) So many options. I don't know. I love the Princess Bride, I like anything by Dickens, I enjoy historical fiction. I love anything by Anita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stansfield&lt;/span&gt; (she writes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; romantic fiction - not deep at all - but always a pleasant read. Her books are like comfort food to me.)&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy? My Mom's homemade chocolates. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. My mouth is watering.&lt;br /&gt;47. What is your favorite sports team? Boston Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;. I LOVE baseball.&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? Grace was crying because she had a nightmare and came to find us and got disoriented and went into the wrong room. I think that I was just hoping that she would go back to sleep. She did, but she woke Jonas up, so I fed him and put him back to bed (this was at 3am), then Isaac woke up - it was all downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took a lot longer than I thought it would. You should all answer these questions too- I can't wait to read yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-258819756359757404?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/258819756359757404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=258819756359757404' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/258819756359757404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/258819756359757404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/10/50-questions-and-answers.html' title='50 Questions and Answers'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-1402152384271253380</id><published>2008-09-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:02:25.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Evening Update</title><content type='html'>I don't think that I have anything remarkable or insightful to say, but I do want to keep this blog fairly up-to-date, and Sunday evening is a good time for me to do it. The kids are in bed (Nate is actually asleep too- rare for him to fall asleep before me, but he isn't feeling great and took some cold medicine that wiped him out). I'm enjoying my "day of rest" and letting the house go until tomorrow, so I have time to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look at the calendar to remember what we did this week - it seems like it flew by. I accomplished my goal of going to the gym every day (Monday through Friday), and I was sure sore by the end, but I feel great now and I'm excited to do it again this week. I have a great friend who is doing it with me which makes such a huge difference for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam went to his best friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thayer's&lt;/span&gt; birthday part on Saturday - he has been looking forward to it for weeks. He got to ride the bus home with him and then they went (with a bunch of other kids) to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laser&lt;/span&gt; Tag and other fun games. He had such a great time and keeps telling me that we need to go back so that he can show me all of the games (Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tiina&lt;/span&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac and Grace had a great week together. They are really enjoying this new routine with Sam back in school all day. They play together so well and they are doing "Preschool" together. I agonized for months over where I wanted to send Isaac to school. There are some great programs around here, and I also have some wonderful friends who I did Preschool with last year for him. He loved it, but I just wasn't sure how well I would be able to teach Preschool with two younger kids trying to get in on the action. It is also hard because even though all of the families were in our ward we are really spread out, so most of them live about 30 minutes away. That made it hard because I didn't want to drop him off, drive all the way home and go all the way back so I ended up usually staying or just sitting in the car, and I didn't want to do that all winter with Jonas and Grace. Also, I just didn't feel like either of those options would really meet his needs. Isaac is very smart- he has a great memory and a quick mind, and he has already mastered the alphabet and sounding words out. He is good with numbers, and he loves stories and games. What he needs is one-on-one help with his fine motor skills and his pronunciation. He can't seem to master holding a pencil correctly, and his drawing and coloring is about the same as his sister (who is almost 2 years younger). So, we are practicing every day - he is writing his name pretty well now, and we are doing some informal speech therapy each day as well. He really loves it. I'll need to make sure that I arrange some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt; for him more often, but he loves doing his worksheets with me and reading to his sister. They both remind me every day that we need to do school and they sit up to the table together. It is so sweet, and I am loving this time with them. I was so worried about keeping him home, but I know that this is the best thing for him, and I am glad that I did. I think that I was worried that other people would judge me for not sending him, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went down to "Time Out for Women" with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt; of women from my Stake. Friday was crazy trying to get ready to leave and I was feeling bad about leaving Nate with all four kids because I knew that he had things that he needed to do on Saturday. I almost wished that I hadn't bought the ticket - but I had - so I wasn't going to waste it. Nate was so supportive and encouraged me to go and have fun and I really did. I enjoyed the music and the talks, and it was great to spend time with friends and make some new ones as well. Of course, I also left with a few goals (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Write handwritten letters more often&lt;br /&gt;2- Do family service projects&lt;br /&gt;3- Give compliments freely (5 "split-seconds" a day)&lt;br /&gt;4- Stop comparing my worst to everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; best (a constant problem for me)&lt;br /&gt;5- Tell my kids every day how much their Heavenly Father loves them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I thought that the speakers were good, but I didn't feel "in need" of most of the stuff they talked about. Not that I'm doing things perfectly - not even close - but the focus was on having "joy" and I think that I do. I have challenges and frustrations, like anyone, but I fully recognize that I have been extremely blessed, and I love my life. I am doing what I choose to do. I have an amazing husband who supports me in every possible way, and wonderful kids who love me unconditionally and who teach me new things every day. I have a home to live in, a car to drive, food on my table, and clothes to wear (although I can't say that I like any of my clothes - I really need a personal shopper ... and a clothes budget :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first speaker was a counselor/therapist who talked mostly about improving your relationship and communication with your husband. He was great and said some neat things, but to be honest I don't have any problems communicating with Nate. He is a great listener, he lets me vent whenever I need to, and he doesn't get bored or annoyed when I don't want to follow his advice. He vents to me also and we usually feel the same way about things. I think that we have the best marriage in the world (and I hope that you all think that yours is the best!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cam home to a house that was even cleaner than I left it and kids who were happy and well cared for (and luckily starving - leaving a nursing baby for 24 hours and forgetting to take your pump is not a good idea). Somehow Nate had mowed the lawn, taken the trash to the dump, cleaned the garage, mopped the kitchen floor, and done 3 loads of laundry - all with the 4 kids underfoot. What can I say, he is a Super Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had great church meetings today, and this should be another good week, but even busier than last week. Sam and Isaac have set some new goals and we made new chore charts today- hopefully that will help them to be more successful at meeting their goals. We were able to confirm that the city league basketball doesn't play on Sundays (at least not in Sam's division, next year it looks like we won't be so lucky), so he is thrilled that he will get to play. That doesn't start for another month, but he wants to add that and go back to gymnastics so I told him that he has to show me a few weeks of being able to handle everything that he has already committed to before we can add more (but I do really want to get him back to the gym - he does so well and he really loves it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to a big ward campout this weekend, Nate running a half marathon and having his aunt and uncle visit the next weekend (and General Conference), and his parents visiting the next weekend (and I may run the Tuft's Women's 10K in Boston on Columbus Day, I'm still deciding). After that my sister Ruth is coming to visit and is leaving her kids here while she and her husband go to a conference in Vegas for a week (7 kids for a week will be interesting - ages 9 months, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and barely 7 - but the cousins are SO excited to see each other. It will be great - as long as I don't have to go anywhere with all of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month is also packed with Young Women's meetings - one big meeting with all of the YW Presidencies in the Stake, meeting with 3 new Presidencies to train them, our first trek council meeting, a dance, and then we start in on all of the YW in Excellence programs in November. It just never slows down but I love it, this is such a fun calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that sometime in the next month we get to go on a date. Our weekends have all been overscheduled, and the friends we used to trade babysitting with have moved away, so it has been a while. Hopefully we will figure that out - although we are working in the temple together on the 14th, which will be like a date. So, that will be nice. With Nate home most nights now it feels like we get a date every night when the kids are asleep. I'm getting so spoiled! He'll be done with this client (in Boston) next month, and then he'll go back to traveling every week instead of just once or twice a month. It will take some adjusting again, but luckily we'll have the holidays to break it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this post is SOOOO long - I really should write more than once a week. If you held on this long you must really love us - we love you too! Have a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-1402152384271253380?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/1402152384271253380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=1402152384271253380' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/1402152384271253380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/1402152384271253380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-evening-update.html' title='Sunday Evening Update'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-1623396941956526951</id><published>2008-09-14T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:59:44.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Reached the Beach!</title><content type='html'>So, Nate's team finished at around 4:10 PM on Saturday. They did great - coming in ahead of their anticipated time, and only about 20 minutes slower than last year even though they had added some new (slower) runners (like Nate). The kids and I arrived to see them cross the finish line ... about 5 minutes after they crossed the finish line. Oh well. The kids hardly noticed. We had stopped at Zion's Camp to drop off firewood and water and attend the first part of the Stake Activity (Nate pointed out to me that the activity was actually right on the way to the finish line of his race, so I was able to do both - sort of). It was great to see him and the team he had run with, and the kids LOVED the beach. This is the closest ocean beach to our house (I have to say ocean, because I have the kids convinced that the lake beach right hear in town is just as good!) but we had never been there before. It was beautiful. Sam had wanted to pack the big beach bag, swim suits, etc. but I told him that we were not going to be swimming. Silly me, you would think I had never met my kids! Of course the boys jumped in about 2 seconds after they saw the waves crashing against the beach. At least they took off their shirts, socks, and shoes first. Grace was more hesitant- we took off our shoes to wade in, but even that was making her a little nervous. Then she saw that Aunt Lora was out with Nate and the boys (who were diving into the waves). She took off running to go get Aunt Lora and got bowled over by a wave. I had to run and grab her, so I ended up with soaked pants. I had originally intended to have Nate drop me off at Zion's Camp on the way home so that I could catch the end of the activity, but that idea pretty much ended with the soaking-wet-covered-with-sand-didn't-even-bring-a-towel pants. Oh well, we had fun, and it was nice to just go all the way home with Nate and spend the evening with him. He is still trying to talk me into doing it with him next year - it all sounds great except for the running part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a double-ward-conference day. Nashua 1st Ward at 9:00 and Merrimack (my home ward) at 1:00 (they both meet in the same building). So, I left for meetings at 8:30, after setting out clothes for the kiddos (didn't pack a diaper and treats bag, oops, sorry Nate - actually sorry kids who ended up at church with no baby wipes and nothing to amuse them, although he did grab some fruit snacks). The meetings went well, I accompanied musical numbers in both Sacrament Meetings with no big mistakes, held Presidency meetings during both Sunday school hours, had an AP/YW meeting (with lunch) during the hour break between meetings, and spoke in the second ward YW meeting. We are doing a slightly modified format with the ward conference meetings for the youth. We start out all combined and President Durham (the 1st Counselor in our Stake Presidency - he is over the youth programs) speaks to everyone. He always does a great job and the youth LOVE him. Then the young men split off into their quorums. The Stake YM Presidency is working with them on how to effectively conduct meetings, so they wanted them in smaller groups. So far I have had the young women all stay together, and we have done slightly different formats depending on which ward it is and what their needs are. Today I had my 1st Counselor and Secretary speak to the 1st ward, and my 2nd Counselor and I spoke to my ward. I wasn't sure if I wanted to speak in my own ward or not, so I let each of them chose their assignment and I took what was left. I think that it turned out well. They are all dynamic women, and the young women love them. They each bring such a unique and important spirit to our Presidency. I am blessed to know them and to call them my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a nice Sunday afternoon, and we are looking forward to what we hope will be a productive week. I am going to "Time Out for Women" in Springfield, MA on Friday and Saturday and Nate is going to be home with the kids. I haven't been to one before, but I am looking forward to it, and I am sharing a hotel room with two of my good friends (one is my 1st Counselor, and the other one is the previous Stake YW President, so hopefully we'll get alot of good ideas for future events/activities).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-1623396941956526951?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/1623396941956526951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=1623396941956526951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/1623396941956526951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/1623396941956526951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-reached-beach.html' title='He Reached the Beach!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-2761712677061831439</id><published>2008-09-13T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:40:57.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Progress ... but painfully #3</title><content type='html'>Coming to you live from a strip mall parking lot in NH - recent updates to hour progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my second leg in the last hour. Lora is in the middle of her second leg. For me the second leg was better (better split time, more enjoyable), but some of our car has posted slower times. It could have something to do with starting the legs for our car just prior to 2AM and with getting only about 2 hours of sleep on a High School lawn. Interestingly, the High School was the wrong transition point and we actually had to back track to the previous transition area, but it worked out okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty wired from my leg, but I think I am going to crash pretty soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Teppo&lt;/span&gt; has to finish his leg (after Lora) and then we have about 4 hours until our next (last) legs. My calves are a little tight and one of my arches feels like it's cramping, but all in all I feel pretty good and I would definitely like to do this event again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-2761712677061831439?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/2761712677061831439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=2761712677061831439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2761712677061831439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2761712677061831439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-progress-but-painfully-3.html' title='Making Progress ... but painfully #3'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-262503319522011442</id><published>2008-09-12T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:20:02.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Progress ... but different ... #2</title><content type='html'>So this will be a quick one. We are bedding down for the night on the lawn of Belmont High School in Belmont, NH. Our team has run nearly 100 miles and everyone is still feeling good. Our car starts running again in about 2-3 hours (around 2AM). We are making good time over our estimates, having gained nearly an hour; though some hard legs are coming up so we will see if that holds.&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we ate at this place called Giovanni's in Meredith. The highlight, beyond eating after nearly 9 hours without a meal that included a run of 4-6 miles was the pianist who played, not at the same time, Chopin, Eric Clapton (he sang as well - not well), and Christmas music. Strange though it was, it was nice. Well, I've got to get to bed. More coming after the next leg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-262503319522011442?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/262503319522011442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=262503319522011442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/262503319522011442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/262503319522011442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-progress-but-different-2.html' title='Making Progress ... but different ... #2'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-4877653979529542835</id><published>2008-09-12T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:54:01.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Progress ... but different</title><content type='html'>So this is my first post, on my first blog, on my first time on the Internet ever (can you say "Troglodyte" or "Luddite"). Actually I have been on the Internet before and, in fact, I am posting this blog from the middle of the woods in Northern New Hampshire (yes, it's proper). How's that, "Mrs. and Bro. So-You-Think-I'm-Such-A-Troglodyte-and/or-Luddite"? (he said with great feeling)&lt;br /&gt;So, why am I in the woods in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NNH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Rachel alluded to it, but I will expand. I am in the bottom of the first third of a 200 mile road ... thing (to call it a race for our team would be generous). Our team of 12 is running 36 relay legs over around 30 hours. The first, other, car of 6 started this morning just before 10 AM. We are now waiting for the first runner from our car to finish her leg. I start running in about 2 hours and Lora runs after me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun so far. We've been admiring some great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt; and I had a great hamburger at a roadside diner; but only after we had a lively discussion about the relative merits of protein vs. complex vs. simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; approximately 4-6 hours before running. It was decided that hamburger would be an appropriate choice, which is good because I was probably going to have the hamburger anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go cheer our first runner. I will keep you posted as we progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-4877653979529542835?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4877653979529542835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=4877653979529542835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4877653979529542835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4877653979529542835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-progress-but-different.html' title='Making Progress ... but different'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-4654886004729718457</id><published>2008-09-12T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:32:42.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making progress</title><content type='html'>It has been so great to get "back in touch" with so many of you via the world of blogging! Why didn't I do this ages ago? Who knows. But, it's funny- lately I feel like there are so many things that we are finally getting done. I don't know why it is all happening at once, but Nate is making major progress on getting his dissertation done, I am almost done with my last class for my degree, we have made some big changes in living a healthier lifestyle, we are getting our house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-junked and re-organized, and we are making some good progress towards meeting some big short-term financial goals. I don't know, it doesn't look like much in type, but it feels good. It feels a little less like my days are spent treading water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's cold seems to be getting worse this week - when you have had a "cold" for 7 months it is all a matter of degrees, but the poor little thing is just not his usual chipper self, and his eyes and nose are much drippier than usual. As a result, I am hesitant to leave him tomorrow, so now I'm really not sure what to do about attending the stake activity. If Nate would be home to watch him that would be fine, but he is off on his race. These are the times when it feels like life would be so much easier if we lived close to family. We do have Nate's sister Lora an hour away, but she keeps a pretty busy schedule, and she is off running with him this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; (come on Lora, why can't you  just be lazy like me!). Last night he was trying to convince me that I should run on this relay team next year. It all sounds great except the running part, but maybe I should give it a try. I do really want to do the women's 10k in Boston in October... at least I do today. Half of the time I just feel like it is a silly idea. I really can't run, and I don't want to slow anybody down or do it alone. I know that there are some women in my ward who are planning to run/walk it - I just need to get serious about training with them. Also, now that I think about it that may be the same weekend that my in-laws are in town, and I would much rather take my mother-in-law sightseeing. We REALLY have to go tour the Louisa May Alcott's home in Concord this time - it is becoming quite the joke that every time she comes out we intend to go there, and never quite make it (we did make it once, but we missed the last tour by 10 minutes and couldn't go inside). So, we are definitely going next month (they are coming out for a quick visit for Nate's Dad to attend a dental conference in Boston).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am watching a couple of extra kids, getting caught up on housework (yesterday was packed full and the house is showing the neglect), and hopefully finishing a book I have been reading about the handcart companies. I am getting so emotionally wrapped up in this Handcart Trek that we are planning for our youth. I just don't know how to strike that proper balance of helping them understand the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sacrifices&lt;/span&gt; that were made and the sorrow and pain of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;, while also helping them see the hand of God in it, and in their own lives so that the story becomes inspiring instead of depressing. But, I know for certain that this is the experience that our youth need to have this next year. I've been doing presentations about it at Stake Council, Bishop's meetings, Stake Youth Committee meetings, and AP/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; committee meetings and every time I talk about it I get chills. I just feel this huge excitement about how it will be and what it will mean in these kids' lives, and I also feel the crushing weight of responsibility. Luckily, in the next weeks the High Council is extending calls to the committee heads, which will allow Brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Newey&lt;/span&gt; (the Stake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YM&lt;/span&gt; President) and I to shift some of that weight. That will be a big relief - maybe I won't lay awake at night worrying about it so much (this is still 10 months away - not a good sign that I'm already this stressed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming a really long post, but this is pretty much it for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt; right now, and it is my blog so I can write as long as I want, right? Feel free to stop reading anytime . . . still here? Okay, well I was thinking about that quote from one of the survivors of either the Willie or Martin Handcart company who said that He knew that God was with them because they became "acquainted with him in our extremities." Isn't it interesting how true that is for all of us. In the extremities of life - big blessings, big trials, pure joy, devastating sorrow - it is so easy for us to see the hand of God. In the more mundane lulls of everyday life we forget to look for his hand. I love something President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eyring&lt;/span&gt; has talked about - how he kept a journal where everyday he would write down some way that he saw the hand of the Lord in his life that day. I think that if we look for it we will always find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be grateful for, and such a good life. It is sad that I have to keep reminding myself to focus on that and ignore the things that I just can't change right now. I am loving this stage of life right now with my adorable kiddos. Isaac is just continually cracking me up (although yesterday I was MORTIFIED when he slammed our shopping cart into a poor little employee at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; - needless to say he spent the rest of the trip in the cart) - I think that so far the first 6 months are my very favorite (I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; of you disagree but I think that newborns are just the greatest thing EVER), but those are followed closely by 4-years-old. They are old enough to express their feelings and needs clearly, and young enough to still think that you are perfect and that you know everything. They haven't been exposed to the outside world enough to pick up bad habits and language so all they know is what you have taught them (for better or for worse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know how to end these posts. So. The End (for now).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-4654886004729718457?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4654886004729718457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=4654886004729718457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4654886004729718457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4654886004729718457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-progress.html' title='Making progress'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-7784965347993093801</id><published>2008-09-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:59:59.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much energy!</title><content type='html'>So, we ended up not taking the canoes back last night, Nate got home late and I doubt that either of the families are planning to canoe in the rain this week. So, we just had a regular lesson. Nate taught from Preach My Gospel on the principle of "patience." The lesson was fine, but the kids were so wiggly! Finally Nate showed all three of them how to lace their fingers together and hold their hands clasped in their laps. They did this so well until he finished the lesson, but as soon as they put their hands together their legs started swinging back and forth. It was so cute I giggled (not helping with the reverence- sorry Nate). They just COULDN'T sit still. They were trying, and they really did quite well, but they just have so much energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had that kind of energy! I am the opposite - if I could curl up on the couch all day I would (with my red blanket and a good book). Alas, I have things to do! Today was Sam's Open House, so I went in to meet his teacher, tour his classroom, and learn about the schedule and protocol for the year (a big THANK YOU to Susan for watching my younger three kids!). I really like his teacher, and I think that she will be good for him - she isn't going to put up with anything, which is great. The only bad thing is that I somehow ended up volunteering to be the room mother! I'm still not sure how that happened or how I will pull it off, but it will be good for me to be involved with his class. I just told him about it and he is thrilled. He is listing all of the things I need to do for the Halloween party (bingo, balloons, pinatas, homemade root beer, lots of chocolate, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is trying so hard to stand up and walk. I keep telling him to just be a baby, but he's not having it. Luckily, he is still so cuddly and sweet. He gives great big slobbery kisses, and drools all over my shoulder (I think that he is teething).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to make some plans for Saturday. Nate is running in a relay marathon (called "Reach the Beach") and we are having a Stake Youth Activity up at Zion's Camp. I thought about taking the kids to the beach to see his team finish, but I'm a little daunted by the thought of taking all 4 kids to a very crowded beach by myself - especially with the rainy weather we have been having lately. Also, I really feel like I should be at the activity. It isn't that I don't think they can do it without me (they can), or that anyone would be bothered if I don't go (I already talked to my 1st Counselor and the Stake YM President about it, and they would be fine), but I just feel like that is where I am supposed to be. Sometimes I feel like this calling is taking over my life - I have NEVER put this much time, effort, time, prayer, time, thought, time and TIME into a calling before. But, it is already very rewarding, although I am still just stumbling along trying to figure everything out. We are in the midst of making some big decisions about our Handcart Trek next year as well as Girl's Camp (suggestions and input welcome!). I am always second guessing myself - "Is this inspiration, or is this what I think?" So, I just do the best I can and have faith that God will make it work. He always does. We have great youth and leaders in our Stake, and I have so much support and help. Even on the days when I am totally overwhelmed I know that the only problem is that I'M NOT DELEGATING ENOUGH. I need to have some faith in people and get a few of these things off my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can't delegate the Mom stuff, so  off I go to the land of homework, violin practice, making dinner, etc. Nate is going to the temple with the youth tonight so we are on our own - he probably won't be home until 10:00 pm. I'm hoping to make that mound of clean laundry in the guest room dissapear by the time he gets home - wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-7784965347993093801?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/7784965347993093801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=7784965347993093801' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7784965347993093801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7784965347993093801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-energy.html' title='So much energy!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-8657030869788876416</id><published>2008-09-08T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:49:22.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>We miss Uncle Ben, and other updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMU1ZIzvGqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tlJUn4XPrDs/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656047120292514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMU1ZIzvGqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tlJUn4XPrDs/s320/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were so lucky this summer to have Uncle Ben (Nate's younger brother) stay with us for 4 months! Granted, he worked a ton of hours, so we didn't get to spend as much time with him as we would have liked, but we LOVED having him here. He was great with the kids (as you can see, they all adore him), and Nate and I both really loved having him here. Unfortunately, we got into a pattern of really late nights staying up to talk, but how many times in life do you have those opportunities with your siblings (other than when you are young and don't appreciate them)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben left on Friday to fly to Kyrgyzstan for a fall internship with the International Trade Commission (a division of the WTO). Isaac has spent the last few weeks begging to go with Ben to Kyrgyzstan. I don't think that most Mom's have to spend nearly this much time explaining to their 4-year-olds why they can't go to Kyrgyzstan (how many 4-year-olds have heard of Kyrgyzstan?) Luckily, Ben had to leave really early in the morning, and Isaac was pretty tired and just wanted to cuddle his Mom, which made him more content to be staying with me. I was a little worried that he would be trying to fit inside Ben's suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get an email this morning that Ben is safe and sound and settling into his apartment there. He will come back and visit us for a little while in December on his way home for Christmas, so that is good. Now if I can just make sure that his visit overlaps with my Sister Martha's . . . (don't worry, they are both well aware of my plans to match them up. No luck so far, but I'm not giving up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to report from this weekend. We had a lovely Sabbath. The baby has a pretty bad cold, and Grace had a fever on Saturday, so Nate stayed home with them and let me go to church with the boys. I really enjoy those Sundays where I just get to go to my own ward (with my Stake calling that is happening less and less), so he didn't want to take that away from me, and he didn't have to teach today so it worked out nice (for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I still didn't get to go to Relief Society. Isaac went in to go to the bathroom and in his rush he didn't get his pants down far enough and accidentally got them all wet. So, we had to leave early. He was not at all ashamed and was announcing to everyone in the hallway (this was between Sunday School and Relief Society) that we had to go home because he peed on his pants. Of course we had to go get Sam from class, which he was a little dissapointed about, but he was a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missionaries came over for dinner, and we had delicious roast beef with potatoes and carrots and gravy, homemade wheat rolls (Nate even shaped them while I was at church, and he did a great job), jello that the boys made before church, and yummy cake and ice cream with warm cherry sauce (and I wonder why I can't lose weight . . .). Anyway, it was great, and then they taught us a nice lesson and we talked about how we can do a better job of sharing the gospel with our neighbors. Our Bishop has challenged us to invite a non-member family for FHE this month, so we are trying to decide who to invite. I'm not really great at these things, but we are committed to doing it! I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice evening working on puzzles (I love that Sam is old enough to do big puzzles with me now, and Isaac and Grace had their own little ones to work on). Nate and I tried to go to bed early, but that didn't work out very well. I ended up reading for quite a while and he was watching college football on the laptop. But, the kids all slept through the night and we have had a great morning so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight for FHE we will be returning the canoes that Nate borrowed for the scout campout. This should be a good week- busy enough that we won't get bored, but a little time available for extra projects and some deep cleaning - just how I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-8657030869788876416?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/8657030869788876416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=8657030869788876416' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8657030869788876416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8657030869788876416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-miss-uncle-ben-and-other-updates.html' title='We miss Uncle Ben, and other updates'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMU1ZIzvGqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tlJUn4XPrDs/s72-c/DSC02568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-8539425857567220998</id><published>2008-09-07T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:34:09.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day of school pictures'/><title type='text'>Samuel pics - part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPzup6eemI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_NkR5bUTcak/s1600-h/Samuel+23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302374040042082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPzup6eemI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_NkR5bUTcak/s320/Samuel+23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel on the first day of Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPzvM9nL2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/e1huFFjU6SI/s1600-h/Samuel+24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302383448436578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPzvM9nL2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/e1huFFjU6SI/s320/Samuel+24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel on the first day of First grade (with Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPzviFc7kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HIb6uNYVi88/s1600-h/Samuel+25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302389118463554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPzviFc7kI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HIb6uNYVi88/s320/Samuel+25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel on the first day of Second grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-8539425857567220998?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/8539425857567220998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=8539425857567220998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8539425857567220998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8539425857567220998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/samuel-pics-part-5.html' title='Samuel pics - part 5'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPzup6eemI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_NkR5bUTcak/s72-c/Samuel+23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-5719525669066665958</id><published>2008-09-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:08:25.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><title type='text'>Samuel pics - part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxsjCx81I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vmjRYn1tjjQ/s1600-h/Samuel+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243300138812830546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxsjCx81I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vmjRYn1tjjQ/s320/Samuel+18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam making rope at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt;. If you come to our house he will proudly show you this rope he made - he is very proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxs4MGz0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/CJWdGBq-hf4/s1600-h/Samuel+19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243300144489090882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxs4MGz0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/CJWdGBq-hf4/s320/Samuel+19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel jumping into leaves in our front yard. Sam never just jumps, he JUMPS (I love that his shoe flew off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxtJgHDRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-s1JjRyNtY0/s1600-h/Samuel+20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243300149136395538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxtJgHDRI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-s1JjRyNtY0/s320/Samuel+20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel at his first gymnastics meet. He did fine on the rings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parallel&lt;/span&gt; bars, and high bar- but he was really amazing at his floor routine and vault (they don't do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pommel&lt;/span&gt; horse until they are older).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxtq3FASI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s9fEGFkMvCU/s1600-h/Samuel+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243300158091100450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxtq3FASI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s9fEGFkMvCU/s320/Samuel+21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam on the "boogie board" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kuna&lt;/span&gt; (they tie these up to bridges over the canal and ride the current). It was much to easy for Sam, so he immediately had to do some tricks - like no hands ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxuCYJ5OI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oerDvNGjFtU/s1600-h/Samuel+22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243300164403848418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxuCYJ5OI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oerDvNGjFtU/s320/Samuel+22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... and backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-5719525669066665958?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5719525669066665958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=5719525669066665958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5719525669066665958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5719525669066665958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/samuel-pics-part-4.html' title='Samuel pics - part 4'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPxsjCx81I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vmjRYn1tjjQ/s72-c/Samuel+18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-4587398599117693009</id><published>2008-09-07T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:18:03.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><title type='text'>Samuel pics - part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqutItfAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mv7gKhTdogY/s1600-h/Samuel+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243292479300402178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqutItfAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mv7gKhTdogY/s320/Samuel+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam at ski lessons - I think that he is 4 in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqu_mP9FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EMURlzOIMJM/s1600-h/Samuel+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243292484256134226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqu_mP9FI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EMURlzOIMJM/s320/Samuel+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam on Grandpa Kirk's boat. The boys sure love that boat (mostly because they love being with Grandma and Grandpa and their aunts and uncles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPquwOZRQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UIiF_HENbWI/s1600-h/Samuel+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243292480129549570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPquwOZRQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UIiF_HENbWI/s320/Samuel+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam pulling a handcart at Winter Quarters (with two kids we don't know). What a cute little pioneer. He was strong too- she put a rock under the wheel to show how hard it was to pull over rocky terrain and they just pulled right over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqvGgK3zI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tx-MiVoL5ro/s1600-h/Samuel+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243292486109683506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqvGgK3zI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Tx-MiVoL5ro/s320/Samuel+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam helping Grandma Cherie cook. He LOVES to cook (I'm not sure why he was wearing a swimsuit under his apron!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqvafCAtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kbrsKgDU63M/s1600-h/Samuel+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243292491473617618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqvafCAtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kbrsKgDU63M/s320/Samuel+17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam really, really, REALLY loves jeeps. Last summer when he found out that Nate's cousin Robby drives one he was so excited. Robby was so sweet to come pick up Sam and take him for a ride. It was the highlight of his summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-4587398599117693009?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4587398599117693009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=4587398599117693009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4587398599117693009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4587398599117693009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/samuel-pics-part-3.html' title='Samuel pics - part 3'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPqutItfAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mv7gKhTdogY/s72-c/Samuel+11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-1235696972488909498</id><published>2008-09-07T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:09:21.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><title type='text'>Samuel pics - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPetCLUFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rPbnsdeqZx4/s1600-h/Samuel+06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243279256449192962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPetCLUFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rPbnsdeqZx4/s320/Samuel+06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a cute little traveler. He still loves to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPetfQSsbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/luZLimSdUt0/s1600-h/Samuel+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243279264254702002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPetfQSsbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/luZLimSdUt0/s320/Samuel+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel has no fear. He never has. He'll climb on anything, and luckily he knows how to land when he falls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPetpycHrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OgKQSntku_8/s1600-h/Samuel+08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243279267082280626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPetpycHrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OgKQSntku_8/s320/Samuel+08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Sam's first season of soccer - when he was 4. He has played every year. He has been a green "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kermit&lt;/span&gt;," a red "eagle," red "fire," and a gray "shark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPeufDMb1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5JzbhnP8UcI/s1600-h/Samuel+09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243279281379635026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPeufDMb1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/5JzbhnP8UcI/s320/Samuel+09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam at Mount Rushmore. He and Nate spent quite a while lining up this shot. In black and white it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; looks like his face is on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPeudaBkJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QfXdl4o8cVw/s1600-h/Samuel+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243279280938520722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPeudaBkJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QfXdl4o8cVw/s320/Samuel+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam making big bubbles at Grandma Linda's house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-1235696972488909498?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/1235696972488909498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=1235696972488909498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/1235696972488909498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/1235696972488909498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/samuel-pics-part-2.html' title='Samuel pics - part 2'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPetCLUFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rPbnsdeqZx4/s72-c/Samuel+06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-2721189210115010951</id><published>2008-09-07T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:07:14.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><title type='text'>Samuel pics - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHKf3ipI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OYs--SQcCPE/s1600-h/Samuel+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275307312974482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHKf3ipI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OYs--SQcCPE/s320/Samuel+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam in the hospital modeling his awesome sunglasses and hat (for when he was under the lights to treat his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jaundice&lt;/span&gt;). Unfortunately, I don't have very many good newborn pics of Sam - he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whisked&lt;/span&gt; away to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;, and the pics we took in there didn't turn out very well. Live and learn. You'll just have to trust me that he was ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHffNduI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lRzI5WGBMBU/s1600-h/Samuel+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275312947361506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHffNduI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lRzI5WGBMBU/s320/Samuel+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is on the day that he was released from the hospital. He is being held by his Grandma Linda. See - I was right - ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHRqmsTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bl8BX3SHomI/s1600-h/Samuel+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275309237055794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHRqmsTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bl8BX3SHomI/s320/Samuel+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam crawling in one of our favorite parks in Tallahassee. He was such a fun little guy (still is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHsNc2oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uXmnX1LA2Zc/s1600-h/Samuel+04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275316362533506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHsNc2oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uXmnX1LA2Zc/s320/Samuel+04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam enjoying some bubbles. I love that grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHkWHC-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/z3pYNKHb5s4/s1600-h/Samuel+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243275314251369442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHkWHC-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/z3pYNKHb5s4/s320/Samuel+05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam was a seasoned traveller. I don't think we have ever calculated exactly how many flights the poor kid has been on, but I know that he was over 100 by the time he turned 2. I think that this is when he was barely 2 and we were on our way to California for a conference (and mini-vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-2721189210115010951?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/2721189210115010951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=2721189210115010951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2721189210115010951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2721189210115010951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/samuel-pics-part-1.html' title='Samuel pics - part 1'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMPbHKf3ipI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OYs--SQcCPE/s72-c/Samuel+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-800312176301221521</id><published>2008-09-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:10:34.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac pics - part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKOJgWTKqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P16nffp2vkc/s1600-h/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242909210166110882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKOJgWTKqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P16nffp2vkc/s320/DSC02499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac is such a great big brother - he and Grace have such a fun time together when Sam is at school. This is last Spring - enjoying one of the first sunny days. He was teaching her how to play duck-duck-goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKNLbqBEHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W1hPjpQGM-A/s1600-h/Isaac+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242908143754743922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKNLbqBEHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W1hPjpQGM-A/s320/Isaac+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is so sweet with Jonas. He loves to cuddle him and is always so concerned if he is crying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-800312176301221521?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/800312176301221521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=800312176301221521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/800312176301221521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/800312176301221521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/isaac-pics-part-3.html' title='Isaac pics - part 3'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKOJgWTKqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/P16nffp2vkc/s72-c/DSC02499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-7307926260084456587</id><published>2008-09-06T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:13:24.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Isaac pics - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL8si6f_I/AAAAAAAAADc/7ReACUFnA88/s1600-h/Isaac+06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242906791078690802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL8si6f_I/AAAAAAAAADc/7ReACUFnA88/s320/Isaac+06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my favorite pictures of Isaac. Clearly the toys on the deck are not nearly as fun as the stopper from the kitchen sink! That expression is 100% Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL8_FVjfI/AAAAAAAAADk/FTlvgx935so/s1600-h/Isaac+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242906796054908402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL8_FVjfI/AAAAAAAAADk/FTlvgx935so/s320/Isaac+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac really enjoying a piece of chocolate cream pie. How can you be upset about a mess when it is that cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL9A-mbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/aDq0Le05mJo/s1600-h/Isaac+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242906796563525026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL9A-mbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/aDq0Le05mJo/s320/Isaac+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were taken when my friend Erika was taking Grace's blessing pictures. She let the boys play in her dress-ups, and these are totally candid- he didn't know she was taking pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL9WXUjXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2ujA0e4opdY/s1600-h/Isaac+09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242906802304355698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL9WXUjXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2ujA0e4opdY/s320/Isaac+09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A dream come true for Isaac - he LOVES Buzz Lightyear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL9jCFd5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/d6l8vds8_80/s1600-h/Isaac+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242906805704947602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL9jCFd5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/d6l8vds8_80/s320/Isaac+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hamming it up for the camera after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-7307926260084456587?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/7307926260084456587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=7307926260084456587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7307926260084456587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/7307926260084456587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/isaac-pics-part-2.html' title='Isaac pics - part 2'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKL8si6f_I/AAAAAAAAADc/7ReACUFnA88/s72-c/Isaac+06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-4107538997156751017</id><published>2008-09-06T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:52:57.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac pics - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJNl6GCoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_kS822XwsqY/s1600-h/Isaac+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903782819760770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJNl6GCoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_kS822XwsqY/s320/Isaac+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac's Dad and Brother were so excited to hold him and play with him. He was such a sweet newborn (okay, they all were - really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJOKrsdWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8zbeavLiOlE/s1600-h/Isaac+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903792691475810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJOKrsdWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8zbeavLiOlE/s320/Isaac+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac's "special" toes. Two of the toes on his left foot are fused together. Sam has always found it fascinating, and when Grace and Jonas were born the first things he did when he saw them was check their toes - but Isaac is the only one with the special toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJOMa8j-I/AAAAAAAAADE/03-_iHP4WWo/s1600-h/Isaac+03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903793158098914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJOMa8j-I/AAAAAAAAADE/03-_iHP4WWo/s320/Isaac+03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was about 4 months old here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJOeozuPI/AAAAAAAAADM/QdOPdO_odxo/s1600-h/Isaac+04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903798048078066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJOeozuPI/AAAAAAAAADM/QdOPdO_odxo/s320/Isaac+04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About 8 months here. He looks so serious! He is a happy, silly kid, but he is "the thinker" in our family. He really takes the time to ponder and sort everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJOxxPuTI/AAAAAAAAADU/gilkeiRBKwc/s1600-h/Isaac+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242903803183741234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJOxxPuTI/AAAAAAAAADU/gilkeiRBKwc/s320/Isaac+05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He crawled so fast. I remember wondering if he would be a late walker because he got around so good. But, just like his older brother and younger sister he started walking before his first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-4107538997156751017?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/4107538997156751017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=4107538997156751017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4107538997156751017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/4107538997156751017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/isaac-pics-part-1.html' title='Isaac pics - part 1'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMKJNl6GCoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_kS822XwsqY/s72-c/Isaac+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-8612151303023190749</id><published>2008-09-05T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:05:26.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Grace pics - part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHwSbDxXtI/AAAAAAAAACk/JgQcnwquDy4/s1600-h/Grace+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242735640527855314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHwSbDxXtI/AAAAAAAAACk/JgQcnwquDy4/s320/Grace+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A current pic. I just want to kiss those sweet little cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHwSqVdTrI/AAAAAAAAACs/XCa6lmSqcUc/s1600-h/Grace+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242735644628569778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHwSqVdTrI/AAAAAAAAACs/XCa6lmSqcUc/s320/Grace+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate's favorite piture of Grace. I think that she was watching for Sam's bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-8612151303023190749?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/8612151303023190749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=8612151303023190749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8612151303023190749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8612151303023190749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/grace-pics-part-3.html' title='Grace pics - part 3'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHwSbDxXtI/AAAAAAAAACk/JgQcnwquDy4/s72-c/Grace+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-837846190506392875</id><published>2008-09-05T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:10:22.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Grace pics - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvCalBP8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OZTjo5kwt2g/s1600-h/Grace+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242734266009337794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvCalBP8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OZTjo5kwt2g/s320/Grace+05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace'sfirst trip to Disney World. She loved it of course (she is my daughter after all)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvCoJnQII/AAAAAAAAACE/Rm7X5_P9z8c/s1600-h/Grace+06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242734269652484226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvCoJnQII/AAAAAAAAACE/Rm7X5_P9z8c/s320/Grace+06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace at Grandma Cherie's house last year - with that messy mop of hair and sweet grin of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvC_MZvtI/AAAAAAAAACM/6ItdNIrYo2M/s1600-h/Grace+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242734275838197458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvC_MZvtI/AAAAAAAAACM/6ItdNIrYo2M/s320/Grace+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace enjoying some ice cream - we just couldn't convince her that she would get more in her mouth if the spoon wasn't upside down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvDaKgTtI/AAAAAAAAACU/SqS7qsQPXNw/s1600-h/Grace+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242734283077996242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvDaKgTtI/AAAAAAAAACU/SqS7qsQPXNw/s320/Grace+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace in her Home Depot apron "helping" Dad in his workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvDu3Xm4I/AAAAAAAAACc/cgc8zrQay-w/s1600-h/Grace+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242734288634878850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvDu3Xm4I/AAAAAAAAACc/cgc8zrQay-w/s320/Grace+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little sleeping beauty. She fell asleep reading stories to her dolls and I just couldn't resist snapping a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-837846190506392875?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/837846190506392875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=837846190506392875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/837846190506392875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/837846190506392875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/grace-pics-part-2.html' title='Grace pics - part 2'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHvCalBP8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OZTjo5kwt2g/s72-c/Grace+05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-6287957500254190950</id><published>2008-09-05T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:41:22.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Grace pics - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsbcOWtoI/AAAAAAAAABU/LJIDwiHnWMM/s1600-h/Grace+00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242731397412992642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsbcOWtoI/AAAAAAAAABU/LJIDwiHnWMM/s320/Grace+00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were so excited to welcome Grace to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsbqKT5fI/AAAAAAAAABc/sgY_r4Gi6Ng/s1600-h/Grace+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242731401154127346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsbqKT5fI/AAAAAAAAABc/sgY_r4Gi6Ng/s320/Grace+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was a sweet little baby. I had (and still have) so much fun dressing her and doing her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsb7p1pTI/AAAAAAAAABk/USQSU7XxYVE/s1600-h/Grace+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242731405849765170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsb7p1pTI/AAAAAAAAABk/USQSU7XxYVE/s320/Grace+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet friend Erika took these cute pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHscRHbY8I/AAAAAAAAABs/UVXtiAqEUOE/s1600-h/Grace+03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242731411611018178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHscRHbY8I/AAAAAAAAABs/UVXtiAqEUOE/s320/Grace+03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She has always been willing to smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsciaiHYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sQTxcMGuuEg/s1600-h/Grace+04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242731416254553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsciaiHYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sQTxcMGuuEg/s320/Grace+04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this pink swimsuit with the ruffles at the bottom. I am so sad that it is too small now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-6287957500254190950?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/6287957500254190950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=6287957500254190950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/6287957500254190950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/6287957500254190950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/grace-pics-part-1.html' title='Grace pics - part 1'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHsbcOWtoI/AAAAAAAAABU/LJIDwiHnWMM/s72-c/Grace+00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-2597509344857247671</id><published>2008-09-05T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:13:48.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>Jonas Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlA96K2eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dyACoPoLLZ8/s1600-h/DSC02321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242723246017272290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlA96K2eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dyACoPoLLZ8/s320/DSC02321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the day he was born. He was a cutie from the start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlBe_FzuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qNTgEaDEgsA/s1600-h/IMG00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242723254896283362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlBe_FzuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qNTgEaDEgsA/s320/IMG00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he got sick. That was probably the scariest night of my life. He got RSV and they had to put him on a ventilator and transfer him down to Boston. What was supposed to be a "couple" of days in the hospital turned into 16 days in the PICU, but he is doing great now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlBnR5YNI/AAAAAAAAABE/-6tatr3pdfI/s1600-h/Happy+J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242723257122644178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlBnR5YNI/AAAAAAAAABE/-6tatr3pdfI/s320/Happy+J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is so hard to capture his personality with a camera, but he is just the sweetest little guy. His big blue eyes, his smiles, and his giggles light up our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlB7wsyWI/AAAAAAAAABM/kwnS8H6e3NM/s1600-h/DSC02591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242723262620551522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlB7wsyWI/AAAAAAAAABM/kwnS8H6e3NM/s320/DSC02591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not the greatest picture - but a good idea of how he looks now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-2597509344857247671?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/2597509344857247671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=2597509344857247671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2597509344857247671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/2597509344857247671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/jonas-pics.html' title='Jonas Pics'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jfxoFM57p4o/SMHlA96K2eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dyACoPoLLZ8/s72-c/DSC02321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-5864204230237038607</id><published>2008-09-05T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:41:21.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone!</title><content type='html'>Nate is gone overnight on a scout campout, and Ben is on a plane headed to Kyrgyzstan, so the kids and I are all alone tonight. We used to be really good at this - Nate typically travels 4 days a week - but we have been spoiled lately. It has been a while since we have done this, and weekends are the worst. We have been looking at pictures on the computer (I really should make scrapbooks someday), and they are all convinced that they were the cutest baby ever. Now I need to fix them some dinner, and figure out whether or not I am going to let the boys stay up late. Isaac was so sad to watch Dad leave with the scouts, it took him a while to understand that he really couldn't go with them. Luckily, we are going on a family campout in 3 weeks, so we were able to persuade him to be patient until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-5864204230237038607?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5864204230237038607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=5864204230237038607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5864204230237038607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5864204230237038607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-alone.html' title='All alone!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-5262861146182966113</id><published>2008-09-05T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:59:55.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are we?</title><content type='html'>This will be quick, just a little overview for those we may not have seen for a while. I'll attach some pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is the newest little Fisher. He is 8 months old today. The time has really flown - it always does. He was on the small end when he was born, and he got really sick when he was one month old so he got even smaller. He is up to the 5th percentile now, and doesn't look thin - he is just small. He looks about 6 months old, but he moves like he is 10 months old. He has been crawling for quite a while and is now starting to stand up and try to walk. He is really strong and tough - he gets run over by his older siblings occasionally and doesn't even whimper. I suppose that is an important characteristic in younger siblings. He is the sweetest thing, and is smiling and laughing about 99.99% of the time. His Dad calls him "Jack" and he is adored by his whole family. I am sad that we no longer have a newborn at home - I just love that stage - but he is such a joy and he really interacts with everyone, so this stage is fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is our only girl. She is 2.5 years old. She is a great balance of a tough kid who loves to wrestle and play with her big brothers and a girly-girl who loves to dress up and have her hair done. As we speak she is brushing my hair and singing songs that she is making up as she goes along. She is sweet and loving, but has a whiny streak lately that we are hoping she will outgrow. If you want a good pop in the jaw just call her a princess when her dad is around - he is insistent that we will not raise a spoiled princess. She is adorable and loves to play dolls and dance and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is 4 and it will be hard to see him go off to school next year. He is a self-proclaimed "snuggle-bug," and he is a great help. He is always making me laugh. His name means laughter, and it fits him well. He is happy and so much fun. He is very smart and he really takes the time to sit and think about things. He is a problem solver, and is always quick to obey and to say "I'm sorry." He is very protective of his younger sister and brother, and he adores his big brother and loves to follow him around and copy what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel just turned 7 and started 2nd grade. I just can't believe that he is that old. He is a great gymnast, soccer play, violin player, artist, big brother, and friend. I love to just sit and talk to him and see how his mind works. He is always making a "project" or a plan. He is one of the most outgoing people I have ever met, and he makes friends so quickly. Everywhere we go he makes new friends. Everybody knows Sam! He is very empathetic and tender - he is always concerned with making sure that everyone is happy and having a good time. He loves school and does well at it. His memory is amazing, and he keeps me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an amazing blessing a responsibility to be parents to these kids - they are really special people. I can't wait to see what they choose to do with their many talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to New Hampshire in May of 2004. I can't believe that we have stayed in one place for so long! Before that we were pretty transient. Nate went to grad school in Florida and then took a job with Hewlett-Packard here. After about a year he left HP to take a job with BearingPoint. He is a management consultant, and he loves what he does (most of the time). He travels alot and gets to see the world (just don't ask him about Ireland - I'll have to remember to post about that sometime). He has also become a runner - he hasn't done a marathon yet, but he has been doing half-marathons, a sprint-triathalon, and next weekend he is part of a relay team for "Reach the Beach." Races have been good motivation for him to get in better shape, and it has been fun to go see him run. The kids love cheering for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep busy at home. Most of my days are pretty typical and full of cooking, cleaning, laundry, diaper changing, errands, etc. I babysit a little girl named Anna who is about Grace's age pretty regularly while her Dad is going back to school and her Mom is working. She has beautiful red hair - just like I wished for my kids. I am finishing my last BYU course via Independent Study and I will get my Bachelor's Degree this December. I am serving as the Stake Young Women's President, which keeps me hopping, but it has been a great opportunity to learn and grow and get to know people in our Stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a busy, full summer and it is nice to move into the beautiful fall weather and the regular schedule! We are looking forward to going to my Sister's house in Michigan for Thanksgiving and having my whole family visit for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-5262861146182966113?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/5262861146182966113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=5262861146182966113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5262861146182966113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/5262861146182966113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-are-we.html' title='Who are we?'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-246583262375437527</id><published>2008-09-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:45:42.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Bethsaida?</title><content type='html'>I figured that I would have to get creative with a name for the blog site - I am so late jumping onto the blog bandwagon that most of the common names are surely taken. Luckily, my first choice was available! Nate has always wanted to name our house, or at least our future dream house, "Bethsaida." He said that it means house of fish (our last name is Fisher - cute, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I posted it I checked to make sure that is really what it means. Sure enough, the first thing that came up was "house of fish." But, another meaning came up too - one site said "house of mercy," and while my kids may not always think we have enough mercy at our house, I love that. Would a house- a family- function without mercy? Sometimes we all have to forgive and forget, that's just the only way it will work. Otherwise we would all go crazy trying to keep score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our house, I tend to be too merciful and Nate is the strong arm. I am trying to work on that and keep things more balanced so that he can be free to be "fun daddy" more often. But, either way, we are all recipients of much mercy and love here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-246583262375437527?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/246583262375437527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=246583262375437527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/246583262375437527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/246583262375437527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-bethsaida.html' title='What is Bethsaida?'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761554373368241905.post-8867929377588042254</id><published>2008-09-05T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:03:53.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>The straw that broke the camel's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, for literally MONTHS I have been saying "I'm going to start a blog soon." Over the past few weeks Nate has chimed in that he thinks that we should start a blog. Unfortunately, there just hasn't been a moment when that was the #1 thing on the list. However, last weekend blogging got a big bump up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had headed down to Boston to enjoy our last Saturday with Ben (Nate's brother who has been staying with us over the summer). We had tickets to the Red Sox game that night and decided to go down early, hit the Children's Museum for a while, and just walk through the city. That afternoon as we were crossing the street near Faneuil Hall we saw a group of street dancers. We knew that we had to stop because we all love street dancers, especially Sam (our oldest), and Ben hadn't seen them before. We found a nice spot on some grass just behind the group and caught most of their performance. They were pretty good - lots of good tricks. They weren't very funny - some of the groups just crack me up. Near the end most of them were standing in a line dancing together while they each took turns going out into the middle of the square to show off their moves. Isaac had been standing near me dancing for most of the show. Some ladies sitting near us were getting a good giggle out of watching him (he loves to dance and really lets his hips get into it). Anyway, one of the dancers looked back and saw him dancing and was cheering him on. After a minute he came and grabbed him and brought him up to the line. He danced there with the group for a few minutes and then they picked him up and put him in the middle and just left him there. Now, Isaac isn't shy. He is very friendly, but he doesn't love to be the center of attention the way that his big brother does. I half expected him to run back and jump on my lap. But he didn't. He broke out some moves I had never seen! He was really into it - he was spinning and going up on his head the way they do. It was amazing. He was copying their style so well - I had NEVER seen him dance that way. I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. And the crowd loved it. There were probably about 200 people cheering for him. Then a couple of the dancers came out and hammed it up with him. They made it look like he was spinning a basketball on his finger and they did some funny strength poses with him, then one of them picked him up and brought him back to me (I think that they wanted to get the spotlight back where it was supposed to be - on them). It was so hilarious, this tiny little white kid up there "breaking it down" with these big black guys. He was just totally matter-of-fact about it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;At the end, Nate and I looked at each other and we both had the same thought, "WE HAVE TO START A BLOG." That story wasn't near as funny in writing as in person, but there are just so many cute things that our kids do and say every day, and we just aren't capturing them. As much as I try to deny it, we will forget these times. So, to try to capture some of that I will try to record as much as I can here. Hopefully this will help our family get to know us better too - we live so far away. I'll try to post pictures when I can, and I'll do some "catch-up" posts to tell you more about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been a blog "lurker" for a while. I have some friends and family with beautiful blogs - creative, witty, colorful, great pictures. I think part of my hesitance has been that I know that I just can't compare with that. So, you'll have to take this as it is, and if we are the only ones who ever read this, then that is okay too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761554373368241905-8867929377588042254?l=ourbethsaida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/feeds/8867929377588042254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4761554373368241905&amp;postID=8867929377588042254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8867929377588042254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761554373368241905/posts/default/8867929377588042254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourbethsaida.blogspot.com/2008/09/straw-that-broke-camels-back.html' title='The straw that broke the camel&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Rachel and Nathan Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14602418963526133376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
