tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24342998726949202542024-03-13T03:15:52.831-05:00On StageThe Adventures of the Stage Family...On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-87488345623357259812017-07-31T10:56:00.003-05:002017-08-27T14:09:57.124-05:00Bye, Bye Grandma<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Dear William and Claudia,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Your Grandma passed away on Friday, July 21 2017. She took her last breath at 5:30 in the evening. We got a call from the Symphony nurse at 5:40. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There are many things to write, but I don't have it in me right now to put so many feelings into words. Just know that Grandma loved you very much and she will always be with you.</span><br />
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On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-66135962954866252952017-07-16T10:53:00.003-05:002017-08-27T14:11:11.326-05:00GrandmaDear William and Claudia,<br />
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Yesterday when we visited Grandma, you both sensed my sadness and fear. As we entered the front doors of Symphony, Grandma's assisted living home, you, Claudia, grabbed my hand it held it as we walked down the hall. That helped me tremendously. I stopped at the nurses station and the two of you walked into Grandma's room without any hesitation. I know this is hard to do because we don't know what condition we are going to find Grandma in during each visit. Will she be able to recognize us? Will she be able to communicate? Everyday changes. It's hard to predict.<br />
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As we sat with Grandma in her room, I had to step out. Cause tears were uncontrollably falling from my eyes. William, you hugged and patted my arm. You comforted me. I love you because you always are in tune to my feelings.<br />
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This is a hard time for me. Grandma has caused me a lot of hurt for a long time. Yet, it makes me sad seeing her so ill. I don't know if she has the capability to think, but not verbally communicate. Or she is just not aware of what is happening to her. I hope she is not aware.<br />
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I have been praying to God to take her soon. I've asked Grandma to come and be with her. It's time for Grandma to be with your Grandpa now.<br />
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I am so grateful for your understanding and the love you have shown me.<br />
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Love,<br />
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Mommy<br />
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<br />On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-34658208635059611332017-06-28T19:15:00.001-05:002018-05-09T21:24:07.217-05:00Grandma Dear William and Claudia<br />
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As you know, Grandma is dying. She has pancreatic cancer. We found out in May after a lot of confusion as to where the cancer originated from. After finally hearing the results, stage 4 pancreatic cancer, Grandma decided she did not want chemotherapy. We told her we respected her decision. Her doctor would not tell us how much time she had left. I realize that it is often a guessing game, and that doctors don't want to give an estimate. Personally, I feel she has given up. She wants to be with your Grandpa. She has wanted to be with him since he left us.<br />
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We are out of school for the summer which makes it so much easier to visit her. Lately, she is spending most of her time in bed. She got up for a little bit today when she saw you two! She had a few sips of water and a piece of watermelon. Then she asked to go back to bed. She also asked for pain medication. The nurse said the meds would make her sleep for awhile so we left.<br />
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I am sorry kids. You never got to know your Grandpa, and now your Grandma is leaving you. Keep<br />
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Love,<br />
Mommy<br />
<br />On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-76364787610839922792016-06-29T08:28:00.001-05:002016-06-29T10:25:14.060-05:00Silly Willy Part 2<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"><b>William</b>-Dad, guess who sold me a hot dog at Costco?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"><b>William</b>- I should have asked Jesus how the family was doing...</span>On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-4675762325195528762016-06-29T08:26:00.002-05:002016-06-29T08:40:27.509-05:00Silly Willy<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 19.32px;">I really think stores should offer childcare for shoppers. We went to Costco today where William disappeared numerous times. Once I found him in a shed singing the theme song from Curious George. He was definitely riding the crazy train today. The monkey songs continued during the whole shopping trip! Our cashier's name was Jesus. According to William, Jeee-sus was alive and in the building. He shared this with me and Claudia very loudly. When we got into the van to head home, Peter Gabriel's "Shock the Monkey" was on the radio. William was horrified that a song was written called "Chop the Monkey" but continued to sing along with it adding George and the man with the yellow hat to the lyrics. It was an exhausting trip. I can't even begin to explain all the "events" that took place between our house and the Costco store. I need a drink!</span>On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-90665560767377977762015-08-19T11:15:00.001-05:002015-08-19T11:15:25.698-05:00Back to School 2015<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-12757288766186739532014-06-19T11:57:00.000-05:002014-06-20T07:08:15.171-05:00Claudia's Love Letter<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thank you to my sweet Claudia. You left me a love letter on my pillow this morning. You are so kind and thoughtful. This made me smile and filled my heart with love! Love you!!!</span></div>
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<br />On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-13811795103475110262014-04-15T13:23:00.002-05:002014-04-15T13:23:40.207-05:00Poems From Claudia<div align="center">
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Stars appearing</div>
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On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-18970905489785535912014-04-11T10:09:00.000-05:002014-04-11T10:09:28.669-05:00Spring Break 2014<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing Legos in our jammies :)</td></tr>
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<br />On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-83875289495987382452014-04-11T10:08:00.001-05:002014-04-11T10:08:15.426-05:00Mornings<div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_534804d5add412985160024">
<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Both of my kids have inherited Brian's "I have no sense of time" gene and it's making me crazy! Trying to get them fed, dressed and to school on time, is hell. William talks a mile a minute and "forgets" to eat then cries because he's "starving" Today he serenaded us with, "butt, butt, butt, butt, butt, butt" sung to the tune of jingle bells. He continued to sing while spinning in circles completely<span class="text_exposed_show"> unaware of the importance of putting clothes on for school, couldn't find his shoes and probably never brushed his teeth. I threatened to take him to school in his pjs...he thought that was cool. Claudia instigates and makes things even worse. I finally had it and yelled that I would be waiting in the car. Five minutes pass. No kids. I walk back to the house to find them searching for me. They forgot to look in the car! How I managed 40 fifth graders during my teaching days, but can't manage 2 of my own is a complete mystery to me. Plus this morning's chaos was witnessed by Collin, the bathroom renovation man. Love having an audience when I'm close to a breakdown.</span></span></div>
On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-22934262245987189662014-02-28T10:50:00.000-06:002014-02-28T10:50:00.031-06:00Claudia's SongClaudia wrote a song the other day while we were running errands. I found her lyrics stuffed in the back seat pocket of the van. Her song goes like this....<br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I love you</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">You love me</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, let's go and play today</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While the heavens are bright</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And by the star's twinkling light</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, what do you say</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Why don't we go and play today</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">While the heavens are bright</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And by the star's twinkling light</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I say we should play</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Because I love you</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And you love me</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So, let's go and play today</span></strong></div>
On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-36512275624813033732014-02-24T12:11:00.001-06:002014-02-24T12:11:14.967-06:00In the ClosetLast night, I found my undiagnosed narcoleptic husband asleep on the closet floor again.... lights off, wearing winter boots and layers of clothes. He claimed to be stretching. <br />
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Whatever!On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-10959931967054333702014-02-24T08:54:00.004-06:002014-02-24T08:54:31.227-06:00Pinewood Derby 2014William,<br />
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You were the big winner at Pinewood Derby this year. Congratulations and "GO DITKA"!<br />
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On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-26971342021127411772014-02-23T08:13:00.003-06:002014-02-23T13:52:15.096-06:00Still Living in Shitville...Four days of Facebook Status updates...<br />
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Day 1) <span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Still living in Shitville. My sliding van door chose <strong>not to close</strong> this morning on automatic or manual. At Honda dealer now. Don't worry, Colleen, I didn't lose any of the kids on the way to school.</span><br />
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<strong>MY COMMENTS:</strong><br />
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<li><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0">The Guy next to me is cracking his gum and the three ladies (using that loosely) have said "ain't no" and "shit" at least a dozen times. I am surrounded by NW Indiana's finest. I may have to smack this man. Disgusting!</span></span></span></li>
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<li><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537069:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537080:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537080:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537080:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0"><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537081:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537081:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".2e.1:3:1:$comment726460084032004_7537081:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.0:$comment-body.0.$end:0:$0:0">And the guy is blowing bubbles. I am going to start dry heaving</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></li>
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><strong>THE DEALER SAID THE BATTERY WAS THE CULPRIT... IT MUST BE REPLACED AND THE DOORS HAVE TO BE "RELEARNED". ME-- BUT WHY WON'T IT CLOSE ON "MANUAL?" NO RESPONSE...</strong></span><br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Day 2) <span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Today, I am living in the town of Deep Shitville. I dropped the kids off at Art Club this morning and guess what? <strong> THE VAN DOOR WOULDN'T CLOSE</strong>! Called the Honda dealer who explained the door not closing was all based on the battery (which the turds replaced). I then asked why it wouldn't close and latch manually... she didn't know and told me to bring it back in! I have a freakin' 8 foot wheelchair ramp, that I accidentally delivered to my house instead of my mom's, to move and install today. I don't have time for another trip (with an open door) into Merrillville to sit around with Walmart rejects (see yesterday's FB rant).</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Day 3) <span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Guess where I went this morning? Yes, the Honda dealer again because the same <strong>door flew open and won't latch</strong>. The dealer is now blaming the cold and the child safety lock. Whatever!</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><strong>IT'S BEEN COLD ALL WINTER AND THE DOOR LATCHED! EXPLAINED THAT HONDA MECHANIC!</strong></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Day 4) <span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Honda Dealer just called to tell me my<strong> door latch has failed all the tests</strong> and would be $700 to replace. Wondering why they couldn't figure this out when I told them the <strong>DOOR WOULDN'T LATCH </strong>on my first trip over there! I am waiting for another quote from Dave's Automotive in Valpo. Should have gone there first!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent">I just found this magazine order form in our playroom. Looks like my son changed my name to <strong>Butt </strong>and I now live on<strong> Crap Street</strong> in the town of <strong>Shitville</strong>. Can't wait for him to come home from school today...</span> <br />
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This has been <strong>your </strong>snowiest and coldest winter ever! Lots of snow days, lots of two hour delays, lots of icicles, lots of fun! We loved it! Many years from now, you will be telling your kids about the winter of 2014, just as Mom and Dad told you about our childhood winter of 1978-1979!</div>
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<br />On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-53608910761863274162014-02-21T09:24:00.000-06:002014-02-22T13:02:58.580-06:00Crappy ( and Pissy) Thursday<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Another fun morning at the Stage house. The dogs refused to potty outside in the rain, the older dog puked up all the birdseed she has been eating from the ground ON MY BED, and the cat peed all over a basket of clean clothes.... I didn't realize this until I pulled clothes out of the basket to get dressed. Nothing says "good morning" like a bra full of cat pee. Looks like my day will be full of laundry. Sigh...</span><br />
<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"></span><br />On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-72256734626347014462014-01-16T13:25:00.002-06:002014-01-17T13:41:28.772-06:00Sue's BirthdayDear Brian,<br />
<br />
Thank you so much for <strike>cramming in a few minutes the night before</strike> taking the time to make my birthday great. I know birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries, and any other day that requires planning, and possible gift giving, is traumatic and nearly impossible for you. But, this year you actually managed to pull it off. <br />
<br />
The picture frames the kids decorated and photos were cute. And the lovely bath products you selected to use in our new bathtub are perfect. I can't wait for the new tub to be installed so I can use them.<br />
<br />
Thank you for giving me the night off from cooking supper and for picking up the Narnia movie.<br />
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See, Brian, you are indeed capable of birthday planning. <br />
<br />
SueOn Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-83250077694417815692013-08-30T20:18:00.005-05:002013-08-30T20:19:14.600-05:00Back to School<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First day of School 2013</td></tr>
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<br />On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-88492990179256138022013-08-20T21:01:00.000-05:002013-08-20T21:01:00.973-05:00Our Last Day of Summer VacationToday was our last "free day". <br />
<br />
School starts tomorrow.... third grade for You, William and second grade for you, Miss Claudia. <br />
<br />
We spent our last day of summer vacation at the Dunes State Park... at the beach. It was the perfect beach day. Not too hot or windy. The water was cool. We laughed a lot. Claudia invented a new word. William put wet sand on my head. We wrapped in towels and cuddled until it was time to leave. It was perfect.<br />
<br />
I'm sorry I can't walk you to school tomorrow. I have to be there early. And, it's breaking my heart. I want to walk with you as I have always done. Daddy said he would take a lot of pictures. I'll try and meet you on the school porch.<br />
<br />
Love you and may the force be with you tomorrow.<br />
Happy First Day back to school!<br />
<br />
Love,<br />
Mommy<br />
xoxoOn Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-87738029985666840432013-08-11T18:38:00.000-05:002013-08-12T15:53:27.719-05:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Claudia feeding a budgie bird</td></tr>
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William and Claudia,<br />
<br />
We had a busy weekend...<br />
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Girl Scout outing to the splash pad and zoo in Michigan City.<br />
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Church... finally registered for religious education classes. Guess we're a little behind (sorry William).<br />
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Lunch at Aunt Barbra's and Uncle Paul's house where you played Monopoly with your cousin from Vienna, Melissa.<br />
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Boy Scout hike (which you missed because we were at lunch), dinner and swimming at the beach with Daddy.<br />
On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-66859418102869420722013-08-07T15:57:00.000-05:002013-08-11T18:30:28.232-05:00William's 9th Birthday Interview<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Your birthday lunch at the only restaurant near Daddy's office</td></tr>
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1. Who is your favorite person in the whole world?<br />
<em>William (said with a smirk)</em><br />
<em></em><br />
2. What is your favorite color?<br />
<em>Silver. I like shiny stuff.</em><br />
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3. What is your favorite television show?<br />
<em>Swamp People, Phineas and Ferb and Wipe Out.</em><br />
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4. What is your favorite outfit?<br />
<em>The Mine craft shirt I'm wearing now.</em><br />
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5. What sport do you like best?<br />
<em>Football and baseball.. it's a tie.</em><br />
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6. What song do you like best?<br />
<em>Land of the Silver Birch... a Canadian folk song I learned from Mr. Meyer in music class</em>.<br />
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7. What's your favorite cereal?<br />
<em>Fruit Loops that I can only eat at hotels because you won't buy them</em>.<br />
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8. Who is your best friend?<br />
<em>Devin and Michael and Claudia</em>.<br />
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9. What do you want to be when you grow up?<br />
<em>A baseball player</em>.<br />
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10. What's your favorite book?<br />
<em>The Hobbit</em><br />
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11. What are you really good at?<br />
<em>Baseball and building Legos.</em><br />
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12. Where do you wish you could go on vacation?<br />
<em>The Bahamas</em><br />
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13. What is your best memory?<br />
<em>Going to Oxford, Ohio because I liked the campus and the ice cream at UDF.</em><br />
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14. What would you buy is you had $1000?<br />
<em>$200 goes to the animal shelter, $500 goes for college, $300 I'll spend.</em><br />
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15. What vegetable do you hate the most?<br />
<em>Brussel sprouts</em><br />
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16. If you could have a wish, what would it be?<br />
<em>To see what's it's like in heaven before actually going there.</em><br />
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17. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?<br />
<em>Blue Moon and Superman and Sea Salt Caramel (at UDF)</em><br />
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18. Who is your biggest hero?<br />
<em>God</em><br />
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19. What do you like to do with your friends?<br />
<em>Talk and play football.</em><br />
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20. What do you hope to do before your next birthday?<br />
<em>Go to the Bahamas.</em>On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-36506489746390592642013-08-06T08:06:00.003-05:002013-08-06T20:16:54.014-05:00Claudia's PoemsClaudia,<br />
You have been writing lots of poems this summer. Here are a few of your creations...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><strong>Flowers, Oh, Flowers</strong></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Flowers are sweet</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Flowers are nice</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Pick one</strong></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Smell it</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>And say...</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Flowers are so, so nice</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong></strong></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><u><strong>Roses are Red</strong></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>Roses are red</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>Violets are blue</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>You love me</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>And I love you</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong></strong></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u><strong>Glitter</strong></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Glitter and gleam</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Shimmer and shine</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>No matter what you are</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>You will always be mine</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong></strong></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u><strong>The White</strong></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong>The White Sox are white</strong></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong>The Red Sox are red</strong></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong>And I guess you are the Blue Sox</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong>Or whatever you said</strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strong><u>Crafts</u></strong></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: inherit;">Markers, crayons, pens and glue</span></strong><br />
<strong>Oh, and paper too</strong><br />
<strong>All make a craft</strong><br />
<strong>Did you know that?</strong><br />
<strong>Well, I do</strong><br />
<strong>And now you know too</strong></div>
On Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434299872694920254.post-57432443387080916192013-03-09T18:46:00.000-06:002013-05-04T10:18:23.041-05:00You Have Mail<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Claudia,<br />
<br />
You have been writing us love letters, sealing them in envelopes, addressing and stamping them. <br />
<br />
You open the front door and pretend you are pulling them from our mailbox.<br />
<br />
"Look, Mom. You have mail. And there's one for Dad and William too!"<br />
<br />
You write about how much you love us.<br />
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You make us smile... even William (sometimes).<br />
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We love you too!<br />
<br />
Love, <br />
MommyOn Stagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08311300126640375853noreply@blogger.com0