<?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-4186032532022609191</id><updated>2012-01-31T19:38:58.893-08:00</updated><category term='In the Begining...'/><category term='military'/><category term='Note on blog title'/><category term='politics'/><title type='text'>Third Culture Kids R Mine!</title><subtitle type='html'>Navigating life in Japan!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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>515</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1786552014571723341</id><published>2012-01-25T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:34:10.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGRY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;I honestly can not remember the last time I felt this ANGRY!! &amp;nbsp;I want to scream, yell, and PUNCH someone in the FACE! &amp;nbsp;And, I have that someone all picked out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;I have been trying to calm down enough to write it all out, yet every time I do, my blood boils all over again. &amp;nbsp; I know writing about it will help me, and maybe someone else too... I will try again later..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;The gist for those wondering... My teenage son was bullied by an ADULT.. An adult who was supposed to be looking out for him, helping him! &amp;nbsp;An adult my son looked up to! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;OK, there goes my blood again.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1786552014571723341?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1786552014571723341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1786552014571723341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1786552014571723341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1786552014571723341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/angry.html' title='ANGRY!!!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-2872979436836695077</id><published>2012-01-22T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:08:24.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send Reinforcements!  (and maybe coffee)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVPH2msgJLs/TxzAs9tV9BI/AAAAAAAADhg/gxFnDJieB2g/s1600/DSC03316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVPH2msgJLs/TxzAs9tV9BI/AAAAAAAADhg/gxFnDJieB2g/s320/DSC03316.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;This is what I am dealing with. &amp;nbsp;She is 1... She climbs on everything, all the time. &amp;nbsp;The second I turn my back she is into something.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;And, she thinks it's funny... Yep. Funny that is the word I was looking for! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2872979436836695077?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2872979436836695077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2872979436836695077&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2872979436836695077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2872979436836695077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/send-reinforcements-and-maybe-coffee.html' title='Send Reinforcements!  (and maybe coffee)'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-VVPH2msgJLs/TxzAs9tV9BI/AAAAAAAADhg/gxFnDJieB2g/s72-c/DSC03316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-4116862615109705008</id><published>2012-01-16T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T02:29:37.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Living In Japan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;**** Warning, some images may be offensive**** &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Click away if you are easily offended...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDg1Fpxv03M/TxP6LjAdMCI/AAAAAAAADfw/t6KQy4QF1sA/s1600/396505_2744524865592_1631629644_2540628_1344880796_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDg1Fpxv03M/TxP6LjAdMCI/AAAAAAAADfw/t6KQy4QF1sA/s320/396505_2744524865592_1631629644_2540628_1344880796_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sign is up near Tokyo &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKD_FF0EG_0/TxP6MaCoBYI/AAAAAAAADf0/WlAVp8hzTyI/s1600/302456_10150449551342629_335182912628_10659428_679157221_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKD_FF0EG_0/TxP6MaCoBYI/AAAAAAAADf0/WlAVp8hzTyI/s1600/302456_10150449551342629_335182912628_10659428_679157221_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what flavor this is?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnZMwOltOc8/TxP6PEZFxnI/AAAAAAAADgA/V_PMAHK6e_E/s1600/396311_10150570725647629_335182912628_11116429_130455087_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qnZMwOltOc8/TxP6PEZFxnI/AAAAAAAADgA/V_PMAHK6e_E/s320/396311_10150570725647629_335182912628_11116429_130455087_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The black and read sign says "woman" &amp;nbsp;The long read sign says "you can take out"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sRQMe8weYQ/TxP6P0lRX8I/AAAAAAAADgE/cUgTkcl_BT8/s1600/401177_10150552940232629_335182912628_11034195_131393668_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sRQMe8weYQ/TxP6P0lRX8I/AAAAAAAADgE/cUgTkcl_BT8/s320/401177_10150552940232629_335182912628_11034195_131393668_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The translations don't always work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbQWNBlLylU/TxP6RaALcdI/AAAAAAAADgQ/-9SlFJEhm00/s1600/382996_10150505841292629_335182912628_10849063_1797954142_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbQWNBlLylU/TxP6RaALcdI/AAAAAAAADgQ/-9SlFJEhm00/s320/382996_10150505841292629_335182912628_10849063_1797954142_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oLCb356ngQI/TxP6SAqm5lI/AAAAAAAADgU/nyaqgmvu3d4/s1600/378639_10150503646987629_335182912628_10843917_1452406121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oLCb356ngQI/TxP6SAqm5lI/AAAAAAAADgU/nyaqgmvu3d4/s320/378639_10150503646987629_335182912628_10843917_1452406121_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men in Japan can be just as silly as all men&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bbp6rokJmr8/TxP6S5FzHaI/AAAAAAAADgc/kOWmtG4N-qc/s1600/384130_10150489808732629_335182912628_10798982_2121207551_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bbp6rokJmr8/TxP6S5FzHaI/AAAAAAAADgc/kOWmtG4N-qc/s1600/384130_10150489808732629_335182912628_10798982_2121207551_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;GODZILLA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgYlVyG-Sdc/TxP6TVFe7FI/AAAAAAAADgo/Lt5rdNeSzDU/s1600/381535_10150439000747629_335182912628_10613347_194114884_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgYlVyG-Sdc/TxP6TVFe7FI/AAAAAAAADgo/Lt5rdNeSzDU/s320/381535_10150439000747629_335182912628_10613347_194114884_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;self explanatory&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mev2zmDe6eI/TxP6VXu2bRI/AAAAAAAADgw/uX-f2cpT_Jo/s1600/320572_10150431449277629_335182912628_10564055_2109581411_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mev2zmDe6eI/TxP6VXu2bRI/AAAAAAAADgw/uX-f2cpT_Jo/s320/320572_10150431449277629_335182912628_10564055_2109581411_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually never get used to seeing this. &amp;nbsp;Old world and new&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ8r6VzEDXM/TxP6WeIrXEI/AAAAAAAADg0/L3k6ea1Ol-o/s1600/318630_10150424913342629_335182912628_10510571_669924256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQ8r6VzEDXM/TxP6WeIrXEI/AAAAAAAADg0/L3k6ea1Ol-o/s320/318630_10150424913342629_335182912628_10510571_669924256_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is up at the fertility festival&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m57ke_L3ZDE/TxP6XDvqLVI/AAAAAAAADg8/e8GA0HaGKLI/s1600/313442_10150414612872629_335182912628_10453699_1115705937_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m57ke_L3ZDE/TxP6XDvqLVI/AAAAAAAADg8/e8GA0HaGKLI/s320/313442_10150414612872629_335182912628_10453699_1115705937_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Japanese people don't read the English..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqtZ94T2p9U/TxP6YBwYh-I/AAAAAAAADhE/F43E2cveKpM/s1600/311785_10150408264082629_335182912628_10415884_428127807_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqtZ94T2p9U/TxP6YBwYh-I/AAAAAAAADhE/F43E2cveKpM/s320/311785_10150408264082629_335182912628_10415884_428127807_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, she is hungry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCFuY8t5SbY/TxP6Y6LyILI/AAAAAAAADhM/uefmxOWFmf4/s1600/320049_10150396900627629_335182912628_10348253_1674337717_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCFuY8t5SbY/TxP6Y6LyILI/AAAAAAAADhM/uefmxOWFmf4/s320/320049_10150396900627629_335182912628_10348253_1674337717_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ha ha! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Over the years we have seen some interesting stuff while living here. &amp;nbsp;I found most of these on the &amp;nbsp;"I Love Living In Japan" FB page. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I think this might become a series here...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4116862615109705008?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4116862615109705008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4116862615109705008&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4116862615109705008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4116862615109705008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-living-in-japan.html' title='I Love Living In Japan....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-XDg1Fpxv03M/TxP6LjAdMCI/AAAAAAAADfw/t6KQy4QF1sA/s72-c/396505_2744524865592_1631629644_2540628_1344880796_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8478749149737272798</id><published>2012-01-15T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T02:54:14.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ!! READ!! READ!!  And, help a FAMILY out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OK, go read this &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.oursimplelives.com/"&gt;one families story.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now, &amp;nbsp;go call her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #422a0c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Secretary Janet Napolitano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Department of Homeland Security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;U.S. Department of Homeland Security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Washington, D.C. 20528&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #422a0c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #422a0c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;202-282-8000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #422a0c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #422a0c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #422a0c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #422a0c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;This family deserves to live like every other family in the US! &amp;nbsp;Free from fear of deportation. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And, what the hell is the "Defense Of Marriage Act"? &amp;nbsp; I don't need my marriage defended. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8478749149737272798?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8478749149737272798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8478749149737272798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8478749149737272798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8478749149737272798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/read-read-read-and-help-family-out.html' title='READ!! READ!! READ!!  And, help a FAMILY out..'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-7744023193909417109</id><published>2012-01-10T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T03:15:16.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the News.....  Holly Graf, and Beyonce... Women I tell ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I should say I am shocked by this. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.navytimes.com/news/2012/01/navy-fired-cowpens-co-to-get-honorable-retirement-010612/"&gt;Honorable&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; **COUGH** &amp;nbsp; But, to be totally honest I am not shocked at all. &amp;nbsp; This is the state of our Navy. &amp;nbsp; I about spit my coffee all over the screen when I read the reason behind the decision. &amp;nbsp;What? &amp;nbsp;Excuse me? &amp;nbsp;So, OK, she did a good job up until she was in charge of people, and a billion dollar war ship. &amp;nbsp;And, the kicker... She didn't just screw over 1 ships crew, NOPE! &amp;nbsp;We let her do it TWICE. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We were stationed in Yokosuka when ol' Graf was running a muck. &amp;nbsp;Good friends of ours worked for her. &amp;nbsp;The stories I heard. &amp;nbsp;They make the article look soft. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What makes it even worse, is she is female. &amp;nbsp;Last I checked there were not a lot of female CO's running around. &amp;nbsp;All it takes is 1 bad apple. &amp;nbsp;And, yep, she did it! &amp;nbsp;Makes me wonder what other female CO's have to say. &amp;nbsp;As it happens Ian's current CO is female. &amp;nbsp;I would love to pick her brain (off the record of course). &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I wonder what she would have to say? &amp;nbsp;I don't talk about Ian's job alot, because well it's his job not mine. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't run around his ship talking about how many diapers I changed, or the crappy dinner I fed him.. So, it all works. &amp;nbsp; But, in this case, I had to say it. &amp;nbsp;So this Graf get's to retire, collect a monthly check, and go on as if nothing ever happened. &amp;nbsp; Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In other news, did any of you happen to see this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2084132/Beyonces-baby-girls-security-stops-father-seeing-premature-twins-intensive-care.html"&gt;Really Beyonce&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;? &amp;nbsp;OK, I get it.. You are famous.. blah, blah, blah.. everyone will want to see the baby... blah, blah, blah.. &amp;nbsp;Its for our safety, Blah, blah, blah. &amp;nbsp; And, I mean who really knows if this father was not allowed to see his baby? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I first read the article, I thought about Piper's cousing &lt;a href="http://emmajanae.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emma&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(go read up on her, she is one tough cookie)... Back? &amp;nbsp;Ok, then.. When I first read the article all I could think was good luck trying to keep her parents, Aunt, or grandma out of that room! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But, really, they could have gone to a private birthing enter and had a very private experience. &amp;nbsp;Hell, I did. &amp;nbsp;And, last I checked I didn't have 1.3 million laying around to pay for it. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Makes me wonder if they didn't do it all for the hype, and publicity. &amp;nbsp;After all isn't eveyone in hollywood competing with Angie and Brad??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Women today.... sheesh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7744023193909417109?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7744023193909417109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7744023193909417109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7744023193909417109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7744023193909417109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-news-holly-graf-and-beyonce-women-i.html' title='In the News.....  Holly Graf, and Beyonce... Women I tell ya!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-5051206504534505375</id><published>2012-01-09T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T04:19:57.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;disinclined to activity or exertion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;not energetic or vigorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I think I have a problem. &amp;nbsp;It started about 3 weeks ago. &amp;nbsp;Its serious, and might need medical intervention. &amp;nbsp;Symptoms include, tired, unable to move, and pain in my legs. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I really thought I was fighting something off. &amp;nbsp;The flu perhaps. &amp;nbsp;After careful reflection it dawned on me, I am &amp;nbsp;suffering from a bout of lazy. &amp;nbsp;A serious case. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Add in all the junk I am eating and it's no wonder I sit here itching from head to toe, and unable to move my right leg. &amp;nbsp;Sort of reminds me of this poem...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;by: &amp;nbsp;Shel Silverstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I cannot go to school today,"&lt;br /&gt;Said little Peggy Ann McKay.&lt;br /&gt;"I have the measles and the mumps,&lt;br /&gt;A gash, a rash and purple bumps.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going blind in my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;My tonsils are as big as rocks,&lt;br /&gt;I've counted sixteen chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;And there's one more--that's seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;And don't you think my face looks green?&lt;br /&gt;My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--&lt;br /&gt;It might be instamatic flu.&lt;br /&gt;I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that my left leg is broke--&lt;br /&gt;My hip hurts when I move my chin,&lt;br /&gt;My belly button's caving in,&lt;br /&gt;My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,&lt;br /&gt;My 'pendix pains each time it rains.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is cold, my toes are numb.&lt;br /&gt;I have a sliver in my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,&lt;br /&gt;I hardly whisper when I speak.&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is filling up my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;I think my hair is falling out.&lt;br /&gt;My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,&lt;br /&gt;My temperature is one-o-eight.&lt;br /&gt;My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,&lt;br /&gt;There is a hole inside my ear.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?&lt;br /&gt;What's that? What's that you say?&lt;br /&gt;You say today is. . .Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;G'bye, I'm going out to play!"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Makes me wonder if my 10 year old self knew something even then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I think tomorrow it might be time to hit the gym.. That is if I'm not sick!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5051206504534505375?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5051206504534505375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5051206504534505375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5051206504534505375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5051206504534505375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-1299989764465709889</id><published>2012-01-07T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:16:42.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>***WARNING*****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5BHFTcCdBc/TwglqbhczuI/AAAAAAAADfo/c8rV7TfvGKA/s1600/396505_2744524865592_1631629644_2540628_1344880796_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5BHFTcCdBc/TwglqbhczuI/AAAAAAAADfo/c8rV7TfvGKA/s320/396505_2744524865592_1631629644_2540628_1344880796_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;Hey, I warned you! &amp;nbsp; This sign is posted somewhere near Tokyo. &amp;nbsp;I love it! &amp;nbsp;I wonder if the signs actually increased business? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;Ian is still on leave, and we are still having a great time. &amp;nbsp;Today we did NOTHING! &amp;nbsp;I mean not-a-thing. &amp;nbsp;I took a nap on the sofa, and Ian played his game. &amp;nbsp;Pizza was ordered, we munched on that and Fig newtons. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There is fruit in the newtons, it says so right on the bag. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;Christopher is still in Yokosuka (the base near Tokyo). &amp;nbsp;He left Friday morning, and will not return until Sunday night. &amp;nbsp;I am starting to get over my fear of &lt;strike&gt;earthquakes, tsunami's, teenage stealing bandits,&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;the unknown. &amp;nbsp; Of course before he leaves we have the same talk. &amp;nbsp;Do you have enough money? &amp;nbsp;Make sure you charge your phone. &amp;nbsp;And, no matter what do not talk to anyone! &amp;nbsp;Make no eye contact. &amp;nbsp; I realize that where we live is very safe, but hey I am &lt;strike&gt;crazy-nutso-paranoid&lt;/strike&gt;, a mom! &amp;nbsp;When I talked to him today, he was wrestling in the finals for third place. &amp;nbsp;Go! Kid Go!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;This next week will be a bit busy. &amp;nbsp;I got a call from the medical clinic the day of Pipers visit. &amp;nbsp;They want to drawl her blood. &amp;nbsp;It seems now they do a 1 year blood screen? &amp;nbsp;I have never heard of it, and stopped just short of arguing with the nice lady. &amp;nbsp;We will take her Tuesday, Ian will go in the room (While I wait in the hall) and let them drawl her blood. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;Insurance needs to be paid, passport photos needs to be taken. &amp;nbsp;Have you ever tried to take your babies passport picture in a photo booth. &amp;nbsp;Oh, we have. &amp;nbsp;And, its so not fun. &amp;nbsp;The photo has to be just right. &amp;nbsp;Measuring from top to bottom, and left to right. &amp;nbsp;I remember doing it with Peyton, &amp;nbsp;and am not looking forward to doing it with Piper. &amp;nbsp;To bad I can't bribe her with candy, or a new pair of shoes..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;Or maybe I can???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1299989764465709889?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1299989764465709889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1299989764465709889&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1299989764465709889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1299989764465709889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/warning.html' title='***WARNING*****'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-h5BHFTcCdBc/TwglqbhczuI/AAAAAAAADfo/c8rV7TfvGKA/s72-c/396505_2744524865592_1631629644_2540628_1344880796_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-2514812583279734868</id><published>2012-01-05T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:37:03.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #0055bb; cursor: pointer; position: static;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;excellence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;usefulness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="position: static;"&gt;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;Who knows their value? &amp;nbsp;Am I worth it? &amp;nbsp;Do I deserve it enough? &amp;nbsp;Have I proven my value to those around me? &amp;nbsp;Why do I feel the need to? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;I had a conversation with a friend the other day about worth. &amp;nbsp;She owns a business, and is damn good at what she does. &amp;nbsp;Like all small business owners, she sets her prices.. And, we either choose to pay it or we don't. &amp;nbsp;And, like any small business she finds herself having to raise her prices. &amp;nbsp;The ability to set a value on ourselves is not something most of us have. &amp;nbsp;I'm old as dirt as still trying to figure it all out. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If someone handed me a piece of paper and asked me to put a monetary value on myself could I do it? &amp;nbsp;Probably, but then again I have a very overinflated image of myself. &amp;nbsp;ha ha! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; position: static;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;In all seriousness, sometimes it bothers me that we question our value based on what others think. &amp;nbsp;In terms of money, OK, we all do it. &amp;nbsp;Just look at the Dyson vacuum craze. &amp;nbsp;Really, $500 for something that was designed to pick up your dirt? &amp;nbsp;But, we launched Mr. Dyson into billionairhood. Taking comfort in the knowledge that someday his kids will be on a reality show for all the world to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As I raise my kids I find myself questioning decisions. &amp;nbsp; Piper had a Dr. appointment today, and the doctor explained that she might start to get picky about what she eats. &amp;nbsp;She suggested I offer her a buffet of foods and allow her to choose what she wants to eat. &amp;nbsp;Um, how about NO! &amp;nbsp;I will prepare food, offer it to my kids and they have 2 choices.. Eat or be hungry. &amp;nbsp; Nothing against those of you who have a 24 hour restaurant running in your kitchen, but I sure don't. &amp;nbsp;I knew the logical answer in my head as soon as I heard the Dr. but, &amp;nbsp;there I sat questioning my parenthood. &amp;nbsp;She also recommended we take the binky away.. All I heard was blah, blah, blah.. That is so not a battle I am willing to fight right now. &amp;nbsp;I value the binky way to much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Staying home with my kids. Is there value there? &amp;nbsp;Sure there is, in many ways. &amp;nbsp;Knowing my kids have someone at home for them has HUGE value to me. &amp;nbsp;You would have to ask the kids if they agree. &amp;nbsp;Along with the added bonus of me not out driving around Japan. &amp;nbsp;Trust me there is value there! &amp;nbsp; But, I don't get paid for my work. There is no pay stub, the IRS isn't banging down my door to collect at the end of the month. &amp;nbsp;Yet everyday I see the value. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I liken it to a horrid panting that someone pays big bucks for. &amp;nbsp;They see value in there somewhere. &amp;nbsp;Or are in need of glasses. &amp;nbsp;Either way, it all comes back to what we value. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And, why do we place value on certain things, and none on others? &amp;nbsp;Maybe because to really value things we think we gain nothing from, we would first have to devalue the things we do... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And, where is the fun in that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;OK, I'm off to check out vacuum's.. I hear Dyson has a good one :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2514812583279734868?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2514812583279734868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2514812583279734868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2514812583279734868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2514812583279734868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/value.html' title='Value'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-1811551760242350349</id><published>2012-01-05T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T02:47:43.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgment!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;a formal utterance of an authoritative opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for your responses. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I agree with all of them. &amp;nbsp;To me cheating is just that. &amp;nbsp;Leaving your relationship to form another. &amp;nbsp; I don't claim to have a perfect marriage, but I have personally never been in a situation where I developed an emotional connection to someone of the opposite sex. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I do have a friend, going through a lot right now. &amp;nbsp;We talk often, and my heart breaks for her. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I question the advice I give. &amp;nbsp;Am I throwing my judgment into the conversation? &amp;nbsp; That is something I hope to never do. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To often I think we find ourselves judging others. &amp;nbsp; I admit I have. &amp;nbsp; Seeing that mother dressed to the 9's, while her children trail behind her with no coat, and in need of a bath. &amp;nbsp; It just makes my blood boil. &amp;nbsp; That is just one small example. &amp;nbsp;For the most part I keep my mouth shut, or vent to a friend. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a great deal of time thinking about judgments these past few weeks. &amp;nbsp;Having just gone through something recently where I was judged. &amp;nbsp;It hurt, and made me angry. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I spent weeks dealing with the whispers, stares, and talking to my kids (who were hearing all of it from adults). &amp;nbsp;No one deserves it. &amp;nbsp; I'm still a bit hurt by it all, and probably will be for a while, but I did learn something. &amp;nbsp;What we say out loud can and does affect those around us. &amp;nbsp; Making the choice to knowingly say something that will cause hurt, and pain in someones life makes you a coward. &amp;nbsp; And, no matter what there will always be cowards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you all will ask, yes we did handle it. &amp;nbsp; Things have resumed a sense of normal here, and for the most part the couple of people that started it, &amp;nbsp;now have egg all over their faces. &amp;nbsp;GOOD! &amp;nbsp;Maybe they will have learned something. &amp;nbsp; People are all vastly different, that is what makes life so fun. &amp;nbsp;Who wants to know the same 10 people that are just like them? &amp;nbsp;I sure don't. &amp;nbsp;I love hearing about other political beliefs (Even if they are wrong).. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Or what my friends are reading. &amp;nbsp;Heck, most days you can find me watching Vampire Diaries. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to a FRIEND! &amp;nbsp;you really should check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a big part of why we have kept our kids out of the country for so many years. &amp;nbsp; I wanted them to experience the world. &amp;nbsp;To know and understand that 1 way is not always the right way. &amp;nbsp;The world is a big place, and in some small way we all revolve around one another. &amp;nbsp;When the tsunami hit Japan, the world came together to help. &amp;nbsp; If the world banking system crashes it affects us all. &amp;nbsp;*unless like my grandmother did, you keep your money under your mattress* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately no matter where we live, and in some cases because of where we live... There will always be those people who knowingly hurt those around them over and over. &amp;nbsp;Maybe that is the biggest lesson of all, &amp;nbsp;that my kids will take away from this. &amp;nbsp;Like my father always said, &amp;nbsp;not all lessons are good ones, just necessary ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1811551760242350349?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1811551760242350349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1811551760242350349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1811551760242350349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1811551760242350349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/judgment.html' title='Judgment!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-2774524737356424001</id><published>2012-01-03T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:46:58.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish-bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="ts" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table class="ts" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;ol style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 19px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 1.2; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;A place open to public view and criticism.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Also, a round glass bowl for keeping pet fish in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's post I will talk about definition 1. &amp;nbsp; You know it took me 2 years to realize that I live in a fishbowl. &amp;nbsp;And, not a nice pretty one. &amp;nbsp;No rocks, or cool plastic hotels here. &amp;nbsp;No tall green seaweed to drift in and out of. &amp;nbsp;Nope, I am in this bowl with the sharks. &amp;nbsp;Sure, there are other fish like myself. &amp;nbsp;We have band together to crate our own cool school. &amp;nbsp;Coming from a tank with filters, and amazing fish food. &amp;nbsp;I knew and understood that I was giving up my pent house style tank, for a smaller bowl. &amp;nbsp;But, still I really thought a smaller bowl would mean better community. &amp;nbsp;You know the snail watching out for the baby fish. &amp;nbsp;Or the clown fish, &amp;nbsp;organizing PTO functions. &amp;nbsp; Again, nope! &amp;nbsp; What I ended up with could really make one hell of a book. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lies, gossip, and stories that have spread through out this little fish bowl are shocking to say the least. &amp;nbsp; About 6 months ago I was listening to yet another version of yet another story, when it hit me. &amp;nbsp;These sharks that I live with continue to circle the bowl because everyone lets them. &amp;nbsp;For the most part they are unhappy on their side of the bowl. &amp;nbsp;Having destroyed their homes, families, and swimming from friend to friend. Taking a bite out of every fish they see. &amp;nbsp; But, you see I do have a choice. &amp;nbsp;I can continue to put up with it, or I can take a deep breath, and be who I have always been. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I choose door number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fishbowl is the biggest reason I have stopped blogging so much. &amp;nbsp;Every time I sat down to write it would all pour out. &amp;nbsp;Much like a prom queen after to much Boones Farm. &amp;nbsp; I continued to write, its what I have always done. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now, its time for this little fish to take it all public. &amp;nbsp;Judge away, &amp;nbsp;drawl your own conclusions. &amp;nbsp;And, if you happen to be stuck in this same fishbowl with me, well then you understand all to well! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to blogging I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with this question for my readers: &amp;nbsp; What is the definition of cheating to you? &amp;nbsp;Is it always physical? &amp;nbsp;Can someone have an emotional affair? &amp;nbsp;And, if so, how is that defined?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2774524737356424001?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2774524737356424001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2774524737356424001&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2774524737356424001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2774524737356424001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/fish-bowl.html' title='Fish-bowl'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3097785132316543347</id><published>2012-01-03T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T03:11:17.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="vt" style="color: #7a7a7a; display: block; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to become separated into component parts;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;to become reduced by dissolving or analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Also, a form of carpet cleaner. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't do resolutions. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Who has time to resolve to do X, Y, or Z and then not do it? &amp;nbsp;I have a hard enough time managing A, B, and C. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Though I may not do resolutions, I have spent the last few weeks (months even) thinking about things. &amp;nbsp;Where I am at? &amp;nbsp;and where I want to be? &amp;nbsp; If asked, I would say, I want to be right here in Japan, for as long as I can. &amp;nbsp; I have an amazing husband, and 4 wonderful kids (OK, I am legally required to declare my kids wonderful)... &amp;nbsp; My days are full, much like those of a Keds wearing, soccer mom. &amp;nbsp;Just wearing much better shoes, and hello we all know its basketball season.. &amp;nbsp; YIKES... Please pass the vodka. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Time to shake things up a bit! &amp;nbsp;I RESOLVE.... that 2012 will be one fantastic year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;And, I plan to blog about it every step of the way.. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sblk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3097785132316543347?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3097785132316543347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3097785132316543347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3097785132316543347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3097785132316543347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolve.html' title='Resolve...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-4058160216732823743</id><published>2011-12-24T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:02:46.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zAjnpBP3mXE/TvXpLVapn1I/AAAAAAAADe8/qExJH54F6WU/s1600/DSC03225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zAjnpBP3mXE/TvXpLVapn1I/AAAAAAAADe8/qExJH54F6WU/s320/DSC03225.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are tracking Santa on NORAD.com.. &amp;nbsp;Soon he will arrive in Japan.. Here is wishing you all a Happy Christmas, Yule, Hanukkah, or how ever you choose to celebrate Dec 25. &amp;nbsp; We will be together as a family, and that is all we need!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4058160216732823743?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4058160216732823743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4058160216732823743&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4058160216732823743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4058160216732823743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-zAjnpBP3mXE/TvXpLVapn1I/AAAAAAAADe8/qExJH54F6WU/s72-c/DSC03225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1364641617976362601</id><published>2011-12-15T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:22:57.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy......and loving it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEn3kl-Cq70/TunOAmRnh4I/AAAAAAAADcc/SjPyeWzto5A/s1600/DSC03144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEn3kl-Cq70/TunOAmRnh4I/AAAAAAAADcc/SjPyeWzto5A/s320/DSC03144.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Peyton freezing at his football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhQ8HU3brB4/TunOGPTwYoI/AAAAAAAADck/BCWXWfgW7OA/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhQ8HU3brB4/TunOGPTwYoI/AAAAAAAADck/BCWXWfgW7OA/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Christopher's band concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5CKZyulUw0/TunOITy0uWI/AAAAAAAADcs/o02MpiXSoVk/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5CKZyulUw0/TunOITy0uWI/AAAAAAAADcs/o02MpiXSoVk/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby in his santa hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are busy and loving every second of it. &amp;nbsp;Christopher had his orchestra band concert. 3 years of band is really paying off. &amp;nbsp;I am amazed at how much he has grown and matured over the last year. &amp;nbsp;Wrestling, JROTC, band, and in his third year of Japanese has him busy. &amp;nbsp; I don't remember being this busy when I was his age. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peyton is having a great kindergarten year. &amp;nbsp; His class went caroling, and they had a Polar Express day. &amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is his class party, then winter break starts! &amp;nbsp; His last football game is Saturday, and I have to say I am sad to see this one end. &amp;nbsp; He has 2 wonderful coaches. &amp;nbsp;They have really worked with the kids, and it shows. &amp;nbsp;I hope we have the pleasure of having them coach again! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma arrived today for a 2 week visit. &amp;nbsp;We plan to play tourist with her, and eat tons of food!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1364641617976362601?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1364641617976362601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1364641617976362601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1364641617976362601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1364641617976362601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/12/busyand-loving-it.html' title='Busy......and loving it!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-bEn3kl-Cq70/TunOAmRnh4I/AAAAAAAADcc/SjPyeWzto5A/s72-c/DSC03144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-7218803155139797506</id><published>2011-12-09T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T05:37:56.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1HGjJlZOpw/TuIMvZxVmwI/AAAAAAAADcU/bMvBOUkE_5o/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1HGjJlZOpw/TuIMvZxVmwI/AAAAAAAADcU/bMvBOUkE_5o/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ian and I at his command Christmas Party.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;For parties, game night, caramel corn, hot coco (tons of marshmallows of course) cookies, and FUN! &amp;nbsp; I love this time of year. &amp;nbsp;The whole family together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Busy is not even the word I would use. &amp;nbsp; Peyton and I get to bake cookies, go caroling, and have his end of year football party. &amp;nbsp;Noah and I will be getting him ready for a camping trip. &amp;nbsp;Lot's of cooking and packing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher will walk around eating everything we bake, and the best part he will actually be HOME! &amp;nbsp;No wrestling, band, or ROTC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this busy, crazy time of year. &amp;nbsp;All the more because Ian is home for all of it again this year...... &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost decided to have a Japanese style Christmas (KFC and Strawberry shortcake)... Then decided no way. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Maybe one of these years before we move, but not this year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a few family traditions. &amp;nbsp; Making Frolla, watching Christmas movies all day Christmas Eve, and of course hide the pickle. &amp;nbsp;What are some of your family traditions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and maybe send a bit of snow, if anyone reading this has any to spare! &amp;nbsp;Thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7218803155139797506?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7218803155139797506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7218803155139797506&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7218803155139797506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7218803155139797506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-g1HGjJlZOpw/TuIMvZxVmwI/AAAAAAAADcU/bMvBOUkE_5o/s72-c/DSC_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-4782133403669294406</id><published>2011-12-06T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T04:13:12.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You leave the kids alone for 2 minutes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjV3U4kt22Y/Tt4GWRT7lFI/AAAAAAAADcM/6vWjVtzLiGo/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DjV3U4kt22Y/Tt4GWRT7lFI/AAAAAAAADcM/6vWjVtzLiGo/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was busy doing laundry, and this is what I walked into. &amp;nbsp; The boys are really having a great time with their baby sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a great time laughing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4782133403669294406?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4782133403669294406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4782133403669294406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4782133403669294406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4782133403669294406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-leave-kids-alone-for-2-minutes.html' title='You leave the kids alone for 2 minutes...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-DjV3U4kt22Y/Tt4GWRT7lFI/AAAAAAAADcM/6vWjVtzLiGo/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-6879454986176912038</id><published>2011-12-04T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T02:38:29.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCw500H0OI0/TttJl2SXLaI/AAAAAAAADbk/7Z18hW8xHK8/s1600/393298_272641019452792_122632571120305_873018_1259024298_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCw500H0OI0/TttJl2SXLaI/AAAAAAAADbk/7Z18hW8xHK8/s320/393298_272641019452792_122632571120305_873018_1259024298_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Time is flying right by here at the T house. &amp;nbsp;Ian made it home a couple weeks ago, and we have been making up for all the time away. &amp;nbsp;Piper had her 1 year pictures taken, and I love them! &amp;nbsp; I asked Ian to wear his whites, he said yes (after some stiff negotiations).. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64yCnIN2DIk/TttJ0x5YH3I/AAAAAAAADbs/iDFLhde-W6c/s1600/DSC03126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64yCnIN2DIk/TttJ0x5YH3I/AAAAAAAADbs/iDFLhde-W6c/s320/DSC03126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been having a lot of tea parties. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s1iUtQ86vw/TttJ2G_HynI/AAAAAAAADb0/NjEuyL_8ptk/s1600/387574_10150491895541351_558306350_11086340_1291648836_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s1iUtQ86vw/TttJ2G_HynI/AAAAAAAADb0/NjEuyL_8ptk/s320/387574_10150491895541351_558306350_11086340_1291648836_n.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDpeMJrCFVI/TttJ7MHZwhI/AAAAAAAADb8/RZIzDfolIp4/s1600/383835_10150491895376351_558306350_11086339_1582718126_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDpeMJrCFVI/TttJ7MHZwhI/AAAAAAAADb8/RZIzDfolIp4/s320/383835_10150491895376351_558306350_11086339_1582718126_n.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hFSxvrI4_V4/TttJ8jT1iXI/AAAAAAAADcE/0L633bXZcYQ/s1600/377978_10150491895221351_558306350_11086338_1567399832_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hFSxvrI4_V4/TttJ8jT1iXI/AAAAAAAADcE/0L633bXZcYQ/s320/377978_10150491895221351_558306350_11086338_1567399832_n.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids got to have breakfast with Santa, and their pictures taken. &amp;nbsp;Christopher spent the weekend in Misawa (more on that later) &amp;nbsp;so he missed it. &amp;nbsp;I for one love Santa, and the magic of Christmas. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp-ppUrfvck/TttGZJw0fLI/AAAAAAAADak/vLP-oEtauus/s1600/DSC03094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp-ppUrfvck/TttGZJw0fLI/AAAAAAAADak/vLP-oEtauus/s320/DSC03094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpXTQtz20ck/TttGvD_1gvI/AAAAAAAADas/JZlze7n4mfM/s1600/DSC03101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpXTQtz20ck/TttGvD_1gvI/AAAAAAAADas/JZlze7n4mfM/s320/DSC03101.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Peyton and I went on his field trip, mikan picking. &amp;nbsp;Only in Japan do they give a bunch of 5 year olds' pruning sheers and let them at trees. &amp;nbsp;But, they do, and we ended up with 2 large bags of mikan's. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJIGf_lWDrA/TttG552CZmI/AAAAAAAADa0/UxucwUaZAkg/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJIGf_lWDrA/TttG552CZmI/AAAAAAAADa0/UxucwUaZAkg/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piper and Gigi have become fast friends. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDLOHxHh5kg/TttG_eTUc1I/AAAAAAAADa8/RQQ8baJUUfI/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDLOHxHh5kg/TttG_eTUc1I/AAAAAAAADa8/RQQ8baJUUfI/s320/DSC_0033.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5SmqaXFTjkI/TttHHAoj7RI/AAAAAAAADbE/IxQh72sOefo/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5SmqaXFTjkI/TttHHAoj7RI/AAAAAAAADbE/IxQh72sOefo/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took the 2 little kids to see The Dirty Socks Band. &amp;nbsp;We had a blast. &amp;nbsp;I had no idea who they were, but quickly found out they play on Nick Jr. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ve0Pva2YdDE/TttHOde32DI/AAAAAAAADbM/EAtUd5Xvf4I/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ve0Pva2YdDE/TttHOde32DI/AAAAAAAADbM/EAtUd5Xvf4I/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christopher has been busy. &amp;nbsp;Much busier then I ever was at his age. &amp;nbsp;On Friday he loaded up on a bus, took 2 flights, and landed on the other side of the country. &amp;nbsp;He flew from Sasebo to Misawa for a wrestling tournament. &amp;nbsp;Yet another thing that really would only happen in Japan. &amp;nbsp; He did great wining 3 of his matches. &amp;nbsp;Lately he has been home less and less. &amp;nbsp; I feel like I am missing my son growing up, but deep down I realize I am just an overprotective mom! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOBg1dT2eG4/TttHXRMjRzI/AAAAAAAADbU/ESNvvHn5ALA/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOBg1dT2eG4/TttHXRMjRzI/AAAAAAAADbU/ESNvvHn5ALA/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have moved (AGAIN). &amp;nbsp;After a couple of days living in chaos the house was unpacked, and our tree is now up! &amp;nbsp;We are all ready for this holiday season. &amp;nbsp;Grandma will be flying in for 2 weeks. &amp;nbsp;It will be wonderful to have her here for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Ian will be going on leave at the end of the month. &amp;nbsp;2 whole weeks of no work, or cell phones! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW7YZzp2R4E/TttHgeyZDCI/AAAAAAAADbc/mkXwy-aATCg/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW7YZzp2R4E/TttHgeyZDCI/AAAAAAAADbc/mkXwy-aATCg/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peyton got to help Ian hang the star. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-6879454986176912038?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6879454986176912038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=6879454986176912038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6879454986176912038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6879454986176912038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/12/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-HCw500H0OI0/TttJl2SXLaI/AAAAAAAADbk/7Z18hW8xHK8/s72-c/393298_272641019452792_122632571120305_873018_1259024298_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-4815411557697908708</id><published>2011-11-29T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:30:29.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!!!</title><content type='html'>Is the story of my life! &amp;nbsp;We did it again, moved a family of 6 in 2 days. &amp;nbsp;Even the pictures are back up on the walls. &amp;nbsp;Right now I want to sleep.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING!!! AGAIN! &amp;nbsp;I am SO over it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4815411557697908708?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4815411557697908708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4815411557697908708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4815411557697908708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4815411557697908708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/11/moving.html' title='Moving!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-2493649868165153241</id><published>2011-11-24T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T03:07:44.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving....</title><content type='html'>I intened this post to be one of Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead this post is dedicated to the family of the USS ESSEX who lost a sailor, husband, and father today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stripes.com/news/pacific/essex-sailor-dies-aboard-ship-while-anchored-off-bali-1.161453"&gt;Essex Sailor &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Our thoughs and prayers are with the entire ESSEX family..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2493649868165153241?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2493649868165153241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2493649868165153241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2493649868165153241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2493649868165153241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-7579021944211916911</id><published>2011-11-18T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T03:00:07.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ian....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear Ian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm sorry the laundry is not done, and our room could look better.. But, it's really not my fault! &amp;nbsp;See there is this new show Vampire Diaries. &amp;nbsp;And, well I know its not a good excuse but it's the only one I have. &amp;nbsp; Welcome home baby its been a long year!! &amp;nbsp;We have miss you so much. &amp;nbsp;Now lets make popcorn, I am sure you will like this show! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love your amazing (normally very rational) wife..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4186032532022609191-7579021944211916911?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7579021944211916911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7579021944211916911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7579021944211916911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7579021944211916911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-ian.html' title='Dear Ian....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-2218665034462845022</id><published>2011-11-17T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T16:42:57.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Military Wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="contentArea" role="main" style="color: #333333; 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Moving... Moving... Moving far from home... Moving two cars, four kids and one dog...all riding with HER of course. Moving sofas to basements because they won't go in THIS house; Moving curtains that... won't fit; Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours. Moving away from friends; Moving toward new friends; Moving her most important luggag&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;e: her trunk full of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often waiting... Waiting... Waiting... Waiting for housing. Waiting for orders. Waiting for deployments. Waiting for phone calls. Waiting for reunions. Waiting for the new curtains to arrive. Waiting for him to come home, For dinner...AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her 'Military Dependent', but she knows better: She is fiercely In-Dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can balance a check book; Handle the yard work; Fix a noisy toilet; Bury the family pet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts. She can file the taxes; Sell a house; Buy a car; Or set up a move...all with ONE Power of Attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She welcomes neighbors that don't welcome her. She reinvents her career with every PCS; Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south. And learns to call them all 'home'. She MAKES them all home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives are somewhat hasty... They leap into: Decorating, Leadership, Volunteering, Career alternatives, Churches, And friendships. They don't have 15 years to get to know people. Their roots are short but flexible. They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives quickly learn to value each other: They connect over coffee, Rely on the spouse network, Accept offers of friendship and favors. Record addresses in pencil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives have a common bond: The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is unique. He doesn't have a 'JOB' He has a 'MISSION' that he can't just decide to quit... He's on-call for his country 24/7. But for her, he's the most unreliable guy in town! His language is foreign TDY PCS OPR SOS ACC BDU ACU BAR CIB TAD EPR And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his. She is the long- distance link to keep them informed; the glue that holds them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Military Wife has her moments: She wants to wring his neck; Dye his uniform pink; Refuse to move to Siberia; But she pulls herself together. Give her a few days, A travel brochure, A long hot bath, A pledge to the flag, A wedding picture, And she goes. She packs. She moves. 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Right?</title><content type='html'>This past year has been a blur. &amp;nbsp; Ian in and Ian out. &amp;nbsp;Deployments, a few weeks home to catch our breaths and then back out again. &amp;nbsp;The boys have been busy, Piper is all over the place, and I find myself running in circles to catch up. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong I love my life. &amp;nbsp;It sucks that Ian has been gone so much the past couple of years, but we are on the downward slide, and heading to shore duty fast! &amp;nbsp; This next year he will be home A LOT more then previous years, and we are all looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mom of 4 kids, I found myself loosing myself. &amp;nbsp;The days started to resemble Ground Hogs day. &amp;nbsp;Same thing, every-single-day! &amp;nbsp;Over- and-over! &amp;nbsp; About 6 weeks ago I realized I was a hamster. &amp;nbsp;Climb on the wheel, run a bit, climb off the wheel.. Only to find myself back on the same wheel going no where fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are growing up, they can and should be more self sufficient. &amp;nbsp;I sat all 4 kids down. &amp;nbsp;OK, Piper had a cookie and pretended to pay attention. &amp;nbsp;We dived up the household chores, made out a meals list, and a lot has changed! &amp;nbsp;I found time for me once again. &amp;nbsp;Writing, reading, and working out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks haven't been easy on any of us. &amp;nbsp;I tend to be a hover type mom. &amp;nbsp;Learning to back off has been good for all of us. &amp;nbsp;Understanding that asking the boys to clean the kitchen then going behind then is not the answer. &amp;nbsp;Asking the boys to clean the kitchen, then expecting them to actually CLEAN the kitchen works much better. &amp;nbsp; Making sure we have quiet hours at night. &amp;nbsp;No more crazy ville here after 7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things can and do make a HUGE difference in our lives. &amp;nbsp;Recognizing that I am only 1 person, caring for 4 others, and knowing my limits is AMAZING! &amp;nbsp; Saying NO, and understanding that its OK if I don't bake for whatever needs baking is OK! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of this I have set some goals for myself. &amp;nbsp;Small, achievable goals that I know I can reach! &amp;nbsp; Taking a few minutes each day to just sit with myself and breath.... &amp;nbsp; Looking back this past 6 weeks has really been wonderful. &amp;nbsp; Here is to 6 more.. and 6 more and 6....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goals have you set?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-862313409470151496?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/862313409470151496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=862313409470151496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/862313409470151496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/862313409470151496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/11/goals-are-good-right.html' title='Goals are good.... Right?'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-3966632340043444203</id><published>2011-10-25T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:52:43.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4aff97c9619e765e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4aff97c9619e765e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218436%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EB8FC4A8EA7FAC86A783382B539169D9ACC1979.2E0D52A83E09219053FC2B9FF7643BECDE8289F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4aff97c9619e765e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT9W0PqtEWWVdyoqbyE4QrdpXGos&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4aff97c9619e765e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330218436%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EB8FC4A8EA7FAC86A783382B539169D9ACC1979.2E0D52A83E09219053FC2B9FF7643BECDE8289F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4aff97c9619e765e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT9W0PqtEWWVdyoqbyE4QrdpXGos&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Piper is 1! &amp;nbsp; I still can not believe that my daughter is 1. &amp;nbsp;This last year has flown by. &amp;nbsp;She has developed her own little personality. &amp;nbsp;And, boy she is a firecracker. &amp;nbsp;She has her brothers wrapped around her little finger. &amp;nbsp;We spend a lot of time reading books, playing with her tea set, and dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher is plugging away at the teenage thing. &amp;nbsp;Should the Academy ever see fit to pass out awards for being a teenager he would surely win! &amp;nbsp;We have our hills to climb, but for the most part he is doing fantastic in high school. &amp;nbsp; JROTC has taken on a life of its own. &amp;nbsp;He has already been promoted, and is now part of the Honor Guard, Color Guard, and Armed Drill team. &amp;nbsp;Anyone else thinking armed and teenagers in the same sentence is a bit wonky? &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese is going great. &amp;nbsp;I now have a full fledged translator should I need one. &amp;nbsp;And, most days I do. &amp;nbsp;He spends his days reading Japanese Animee, and telling me how to prepare whatever ever it is I bought for us to *try*. &amp;nbsp; He is still working on speaking it. &amp;nbsp;In his words, "mom, it takes a while to translate in my head from Japanese to English, form a response, translate it back in my head and try and say it. &amp;nbsp;Japanese also seem to have verb issues"... &amp;nbsp;But, he will get there, and hey as long as he can read packages to me in the store....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher is gearing up for Far East. &amp;nbsp;In a few short weeks he will travel to Korea with his band to perform against other DODEA schools in the area. &amp;nbsp;An entire week in Korea, sans parents. &amp;nbsp;Let the excitement ensue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah is doing wonderfully with his home schooling. &amp;nbsp;I have found my favorite subject is History Odyssey. &amp;nbsp;After the winter break we are going to slow it down a bit. &amp;nbsp;He really wants to delve deeper into the ancient pyramids. &amp;nbsp; He is also in Boy Scouts. &amp;nbsp;YEP! &amp;nbsp;I know! &amp;nbsp;Who would have ever thought I would let my kids join Boy Scouts. &amp;nbsp;I have personal reasons for being standoffish with the Boy Scouts. &amp;nbsp;Mostly the who, no gay people allowed thing bothers me. &amp;nbsp;But, Noah really wanted to join, and I am friends with one of the families that are involved. The kids really do seem to be learning something, and well I need to get over my issues and let my son enjoy being 11. &amp;nbsp;He spent last weekend camping, and come home a changed man. ha ha! &amp;nbsp;He has found his calling. &amp;nbsp;Noah has always said he wants to join the military and camping just solidified that for him. &amp;nbsp;He is one with nature, and seems to have a knack for it. &amp;nbsp; I will not be accompanying him on these trips! &amp;nbsp;Once Ian gets home, he will get time to go once or twice. &amp;nbsp;Yeah for dad and son bonding time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton is 5 and having a great time. &amp;nbsp;His teacher really is the reason school can and does often work. &amp;nbsp;She loves her kids, and loves teaching them. &amp;nbsp;He read a short book to me the other day and I started to tear up. &amp;nbsp;I love reading to my kids. &amp;nbsp;That will never change, but very soon I will have him asking to read to me! &amp;nbsp;Oh, how they grow.. &amp;nbsp; Football is in full swing, and this year Peyton is the only one playing. &amp;nbsp;(secretly this makes me happy, but shhh, don't tell the boys).. Managing 1 kid seems to be a breeze! &amp;nbsp;Lets hope it stays that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is next week, and here in Sasebo it seems to be a 3 day event. &amp;nbsp;We will be going to HTB, The Ginza, on a Spooky walk, then trick or treating. &amp;nbsp;Fun times ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Ian will finally be home! &amp;nbsp;For longer then 2 or 3 weeks. &amp;nbsp;As of now he will be home for almost 5 months! &amp;nbsp;We are all excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving will be loads of fun around here. &amp;nbsp;We are moving the day after so cooking won't be happening. &amp;nbsp;We will be eating on Ian's ship on Thanksgiving, getting the keys to our newly renovated (yes, I will have a kitchen pantry) house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of this isn't keeping me busy enough we have also adopted a puppy... &amp;nbsp;She is the cutest thing ever! &amp;nbsp;Piper and Sophie spend a great deal of time fighting over who gets to be the baby that day. &amp;nbsp;So far I think they are evenly matched! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is going on with you all? &amp;nbsp;How is your fall shaping up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3966632340043444203?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3966632340043444203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3966632340043444203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3966632340043444203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3966632340043444203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/10/piper-is-1-i-still-can-not-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-1163580853619398471</id><published>2011-09-26T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T04:50:17.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the dry cleaners best friend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Uo67RDF8ew/ToBmgSIz7oI/AAAAAAAADaA/qTlyMqTyBt0/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Uo67RDF8ew/ToBmgSIz7oI/AAAAAAAADaA/qTlyMqTyBt0/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xTS2i79KHBs/ToBmsrXB2_I/AAAAAAAADaE/GiVZ51Ug3Zg/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xTS2i79KHBs/ToBmsrXB2_I/AAAAAAAADaE/GiVZ51Ug3Zg/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christopher completed his JROTC boot camp and Ian was able to pin him. &amp;nbsp;He did really well. &amp;nbsp;Ian and I are so proud of him! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Christopher......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1163580853619398471?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1163580853619398471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1163580853619398471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1163580853619398471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1163580853619398471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-dry-cleaners-best-friend.html' title='I&apos;m the dry cleaners best friend!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-1Uo67RDF8ew/ToBmgSIz7oI/AAAAAAAADaA/qTlyMqTyBt0/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-7807171583016546454</id><published>2011-09-12T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T03:34:34.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>トップ   HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW3zZ2eky7Y/Tm3emmgEnxI/AAAAAAAADZY/87aBuDtSVh0/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW3zZ2eky7Y/Tm3emmgEnxI/AAAAAAAADZY/87aBuDtSVh0/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;我々&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;日本&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;に滞在し&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ています！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;We are staying in Japan!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Ian called today with the good news. &amp;nbsp;We have been extended in Japan. &amp;nbsp;As of now we will not have to transfer until July 2013, and I for one could not be happier. The boys are all pretty excited as well. &amp;nbsp; By the time we transfer we will have lived in Japan for 7 years. &amp;nbsp;It really has become our home away from home. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7807171583016546454?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7807171583016546454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7807171583016546454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7807171583016546454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7807171583016546454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/home.html' title='トップ   HOME!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-ZW3zZ2eky7Y/Tm3emmgEnxI/AAAAAAAADZY/87aBuDtSVh0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3490558572604446091</id><published>2011-09-06T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T04:44:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Kindergarten....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsEBjuK5YgM/TmYFZgt2cCI/AAAAAAAADZM/ijSC62MuvUM/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsEBjuK5YgM/TmYFZgt2cCI/AAAAAAAADZM/ijSC62MuvUM/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnVzCJrZwYc/TmYFhxV50hI/AAAAAAAADZQ/p_dQ_6d8Yj4/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VnVzCJrZwYc/TmYFhxV50hI/AAAAAAAADZQ/p_dQ_6d8Yj4/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_G6K8JPJF8/TmYFlq2xmsI/AAAAAAAADZU/67CyfygTh_U/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_G6K8JPJF8/TmYFlq2xmsI/AAAAAAAADZU/67CyfygTh_U/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First day of Kindergarten.. &amp;nbsp;Peyton was ready, backpack on, &amp;nbsp;lunch in hand and trying to leave before dawn. &amp;nbsp;Ian and I walked him to school, waited with all the other nervous parents, and &amp;nbsp;hugged him goodbye. &amp;nbsp; I think he is going to have a wonderful year. &amp;nbsp;I really like his teacher. &amp;nbsp; Not just as a teacher but as a person Dr. J is amazing. &amp;nbsp;She loves what she does, and it shows. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe my baby is in kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;This past couple of years seems to have flown right by. &amp;nbsp;Am I missing it all? &amp;nbsp;It sure feels that way some days. &amp;nbsp;Moving at light speed from one task or the other. &amp;nbsp;Do we take enough time to just be. &amp;nbsp;Reading, playing, laughing, and hugging? &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure, and only time will tell. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3490558572604446091?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3490558572604446091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3490558572604446091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3490558572604446091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3490558572604446091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First day of Kindergarten....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-6wTYQPPA3Hg/TmYEfG1iggI/AAAAAAAADY4/bn5QQac57LE/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-2090353172583297462</id><published>2011-09-05T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T04:06:12.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2S2pct1JdTI/TmSpqNr55fI/AAAAAAAADYg/KhDKZjY4jSE/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2S2pct1JdTI/TmSpqNr55fI/AAAAAAAADYg/KhDKZjY4jSE/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Obento: A japanese meal that is packed in a partitioned lacquered box. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Peyton's Obento for his first day of Kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;His is mostly American food, packed in a plastic partitioned box. &amp;nbsp; But, we live in Japan so its obento. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q88lherQNfA/TmSp1dJTRxI/AAAAAAAADYk/RKJIcvunViA/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q88lherQNfA/TmSp1dJTRxI/AAAAAAAADYk/RKJIcvunViA/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have amazing bread here with the crust already cut off. &amp;nbsp;So I made one in the shape of a ghost, (don't mind the arms they leaked grape). The other is just a regular half sandwich. &amp;nbsp;I added chocolate heart, and bear cookies, accompanied with watermelon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9ZcdbR7e5U/TmSp-4o94OI/AAAAAAAADYo/DFo3h16st_4/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9ZcdbR7e5U/TmSp-4o94OI/AAAAAAAADYo/DFo3h16st_4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He will also dine on honey bread slices that he can dip in yogurt. &amp;nbsp;He requested more watermelon so I added an extra container. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b52biuzdCs/TmSqFVV2jpI/AAAAAAAADYs/WvpFGt65Iik/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1b52biuzdCs/TmSqFVV2jpI/AAAAAAAADYs/WvpFGt65Iik/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;His drink of choice is a Q~! &amp;nbsp;There is nothing like Japanese juice. &amp;nbsp;It actually tastes like you are biting into a piece of fruit. &amp;nbsp;The price can be a bit high, but I was able to find 2 packs of Q on sale at Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrETL1I8yT8/TmSqJCjxpjI/AAAAAAAADYw/qQT6K7n6nnI/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jrETL1I8yT8/TmSqJCjxpjI/AAAAAAAADYw/qQT6K7n6nnI/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the boys have had a first day of school note! &amp;nbsp; I know tomorrow will something very new for Peyton. &amp;nbsp; At least lunch will be about the same.. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2090353172583297462?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2090353172583297462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2090353172583297462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2090353172583297462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2090353172583297462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/obento.html' title='Obento...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-2S2pct1JdTI/TmSpqNr55fI/AAAAAAAADYg/KhDKZjY4jSE/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-5199879954784912937</id><published>2011-09-04T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T07:17:34.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprites?   With Brunch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etltjfzR8pA/TmNg_HmdpRI/AAAAAAAADYY/Pu4vjmIP1L4/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etltjfzR8pA/TmNg_HmdpRI/AAAAAAAADYY/Pu4vjmIP1L4/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brunch. &amp;nbsp;Not quite breakfast, or lunch. Sort of something in the middle. &amp;nbsp;Brunch. &amp;nbsp;$14 for adults and $5 for kids. &amp;nbsp;Noah and Christopher no longer qualify as kids. *sigh* &amp;nbsp;We reserve Sunday brunch for special occasions. &amp;nbsp;Mothers Day, Fathers Day, Easter... you get the idea. &amp;nbsp;Other Sundays you can find us here at home happily cooking breakfast for the entire family usually for less then $14. *&lt;i&gt;OK, Ian reads this blog so I'm gonna be honest, HE is home happily cooking breakfast. Left up to me we would be eating coco puffs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian made it home a little over a week ago. &amp;nbsp;He is here for a short visit, then its back out to sail the ocean blue. &amp;nbsp;Immediately upon arriving home, &amp;nbsp;Peyton began asking if we could go to Sunday Brunch. &amp;nbsp;You see he loves the blueberry pancakes. &amp;nbsp;And, he can usually get chicken nuggets with it. (he's 5 and has his priorities) &amp;nbsp;Ian promised him we would go, &amp;nbsp;and being that this was Sunday (its almost over now) and I was starving, what better time to go. &amp;nbsp; The boys were all up, showered, dressed and ready to go by 10! &amp;nbsp;If you know my oldest you know this is no small accomplishment. &amp;nbsp;Really, I should receive some sort of award for this. &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I would like the thank the academy.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me preface this story by adding that very rarely do we all travel in the same car these days. &amp;nbsp;Christopher doesn't get home until after 5, and when I suggest he might like to accompany me to the commissary or on errands his eyes begin to roll back in his head. &lt;i&gt;yes, he has seen a doctor, the man refuses to give me medication for him&lt;/i&gt;..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Noah is at the age where he can be legally left home alone on base and is taking full advantage. &amp;nbsp;I am sure this will wear off soon and he will be happy to travel with his mom once again. &amp;nbsp;That leaves Peyton and Piper. &amp;nbsp;Neither of them has ever complained about hanging out with COOL mom. &amp;nbsp;Yes, folks they are my 2 favorite children at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So we loaded everyone in the car and headed out. &amp;nbsp;If you are a member of my family and over 4 feet tall you own an I touch. &amp;nbsp;Hey, don't judge Santa left them here one day last year and who am I to return them. &amp;nbsp;Most of the time we listen to my I touch. &amp;nbsp;I am the one driving, and I have the best music. &amp;nbsp; A well rounded mix of everything but the stuff I don't like. &amp;nbsp; Perfect for me... Piper likes what I like, &amp;nbsp;and she's really not much of a complainer. &amp;nbsp;Peyton asks for the same song daily. &amp;nbsp;I play it as soon as we get in the car. &amp;nbsp; *&lt;i&gt;I am desperate to keep right on being the cool mom with one of my kids as they age *&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We get everyone buckled, and off we go. &amp;nbsp;Immediately I realize my I touch is dead... &amp;nbsp;As a door nail. &amp;nbsp;SHIT! &amp;nbsp;Well I guess we are listening to Ian's I touch. &amp;nbsp;Now when I say he listens to everything I mean EVERYTHING! &amp;nbsp;He has music on there that I swear no one has ever heard of! &amp;nbsp;There is probably some band out there who cut a record and sold a grand total of 1 album. &amp;nbsp;To my husband! &amp;nbsp;But, he does have some of the same music I do, so no biggie. &amp;nbsp;Then the requests started. &amp;nbsp;At first I was fine with it. &amp;nbsp;A good mix of different styles. &amp;nbsp; I was navigating Ian's Touch and hit the wrong button for the umpteenth time, causing a random song to play for the umpteenth time when Peyton yells from the back "play that one mom". &amp;nbsp;Um, what one? &amp;nbsp;*you know that one Ye ye's favorite song". &amp;nbsp;Ye ye is the Chinese term for Grandpa. &amp;nbsp;And, yes we live in Japan, not China but wouldn't you know it we still get Ni Hao Kai Lan darn it.. Peyton started calling him Ye Ye about 30 seconds after the first show aired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am scrambling to figure out what song it was, the boys are all arguing with one another, because they are SURE they know what song Peyton is referring to, its loud in the car, and I had-had-enough! &amp;nbsp;That is IT! &amp;nbsp;I manage to once again navigate myself back to song settings (Ian has his I touch settings all kinds of messed up). &amp;nbsp;I land on American Graffiti, music from the 50's and ladies and gentlemen this is where the car ride gets really fun! &amp;nbsp; Ian and I are singing Yakety Yak.. Don't talk back. Actually we were more like screaming it.. When I turn around to sing to my wonderful children, who will some day be in charge of my living arrangements. *&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I will have nightmares of Hilda the good nurse for weeks*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There I see 4 horrified faces. &amp;nbsp;Christopher looked confused for a moment, Peyton was yelling "turn it off, Noah was plugging his ears, and even my sweet Innocent Piper was sporting a frown. &amp;nbsp;But, you know what. &amp;nbsp; I did not care. &amp;nbsp;Not one iota. &amp;nbsp;I carried right on singing to my family. &amp;nbsp; You have never seen 3 boys so happy to see the gate entrance in your life. &amp;nbsp;They all but ran over one another to the relative safety of the restaurant, Ian and I sat there for a minute basking in our parental glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunch is useful on many levels. &amp;nbsp;My kids all eat like no tomorrow, thus eliminating any need to cook a proper dinner. &amp;nbsp; Along with nourishment of the body, they all get to work on their public eating skills. &amp;nbsp;Sit nicely, use your napkin, and silverware (sword fighting is not an acceptable use of silverware) and for the love of all things holy NO FIGHTING! &amp;nbsp; For the most part the kids do great, we have a good hour and a half of funny stories, and just plain family time. &amp;nbsp; Somewhere about dessert Noah and Ian pick a movie to watch when we get home, and Christopher fills us in on his plans for the day. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We finished up brunch, stopped at the NEX to pick up some school clothes for Christopher (the kid either needs to stop growing, or get used to wearing gunny sacks).. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we load up the car, and wouldn't you know it the I TOUCH Gods decided Ian and I tortured the kids just a bit to much. &amp;nbsp;Just as we were leaving base Ian's I Touch died. &amp;nbsp;That left us 2 options, either drive home with no music (Piper was having none of that) or we use Christopher's I Touch. &amp;nbsp;Now I am not sure if you all have listened to your teenagers music lately but YIKES! &amp;nbsp;My ears are still bleeding. &amp;nbsp;He does have some great music on there, but being it belonged to him, he seemed to think he should pick the music. &amp;nbsp;Tonight before bed I will be adding and addendum to our house rules. &amp;nbsp;No matter who the I Touch belongs to if mom is around she picks the music.. &amp;nbsp;Just to give you an idea of the torture we were subject to &amp;nbsp;I am adding this! &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/WSeNSzJ2-Jw"&gt;something Sprites&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lets just say Ian and I were never so happy to see the gate to housing in our lives!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/bY97gfGUFR0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, first thing tomorrow I will be calling Ye Ye' to find out his favorite song.. Somehow I doubt it lives in Christopher's I touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to add this picture of Piper. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://amimental.blogspot.com/"&gt;AMI&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;sent these to her before she was even born! &amp;nbsp;I have her newborn set as well. &amp;nbsp; I personally thinks she looks fabulous in tie dye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHkqB_m_w_M/TmNg3IaG0hI/AAAAAAAADYU/bcwlg6fntQo/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHkqB_m_w_M/TmNg3IaG0hI/AAAAAAAADYU/bcwlg6fntQo/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" width="214" /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5199879954784912937?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5199879954784912937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5199879954784912937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5199879954784912937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5199879954784912937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/sprites-with-brunch.html' title='Sprites?   With Brunch...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-etltjfzR8pA/TmNg_HmdpRI/AAAAAAAADYY/Pu4vjmIP1L4/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-276598811333858769</id><published>2011-09-03T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T05:50:01.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Resources a love hate thing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-al6K6irLkDc/TmIbJkuEY-I/AAAAAAAADX8/AkkQ2ctZTi4/s1600/DSC02813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-al6K6irLkDc/TmIbJkuEY-I/AAAAAAAADX8/AkkQ2ctZTi4/s320/DSC02813.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The child in the photo is not included in the love/hate post!! He is just cute... And I LOVE HIM!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in life that we all have a love/hate relationship with. &amp;nbsp;For me that "thing" can change from day to day. &amp;nbsp;I have a love/hate thing going on with my laundry almost daily... But, most things come and go. &amp;nbsp;One thing that always feels very love/hate to me is ordering curriculum for my kids. Even with Peyton and Christopher going to school this year I still order books. &amp;nbsp;Mostly because I am addicted to books. &amp;nbsp; Ian shares my addiction, so no help there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with moving. The Japanese movers stopped by the other day to asses our weight. &amp;nbsp;We are being moved again in a few weeks. &amp;nbsp;Its just across the street but the nice Japanese men will come pack everything I own into boxes and move it for us. &amp;nbsp;Its a forced move, so they can renovate our house.. YEAH! (can you feel the sarcasm). &amp;nbsp;3 moves in 2 years is so much fun. &amp;nbsp; I love that I will be getting a brand new home. &amp;nbsp;Hardwood floors, oak cabinets, and MORE STORAGE!! &amp;nbsp;I HATE HATE that we have to move again! &amp;nbsp; When the man showed up to figure out our weight he seemed OK, until we got into the storage, the the teeth sucking began. &amp;nbsp;*In Japan they don't make facial expressions. &amp;nbsp;Seriously I could have told this man I had 15 kids and he would not bat an eye... What he would do is suck air in between his teeth. &amp;nbsp;And that is just what he did once he laid eyes on our many, many, many books! &amp;nbsp;"Oh, so many books" as he sucked in air. &amp;nbsp;Yes, we have a lot of books... He tried to convince me I should get rid of some.. Sorry nice little Japanese man, not gonna happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other BIG love/hate relationship I have is with Rainbow Resources. &amp;nbsp;I absolutely love Rainbow Resources. &amp;nbsp;Its a one stop shop for all our needs. &amp;nbsp;I equate it to the Walmart of curriculum. &amp;nbsp;I start out on the home page (list in hand) and end up 2 hours later with a cart full of shiny stuff we really don't need but hey the price is SO good! &amp;nbsp;And, well I just might need it. &amp;nbsp; I always spend some time checking my cart, going back and forth. &amp;nbsp;In the end I get what I came for and the shiny bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Noah is NOT attending school at all. &amp;nbsp;I think somewhere around isle 3 (history) I realized I am 100% totally responsible for what my son learns. &amp;nbsp;PANIC set it, and my credit card feels it. (Ok, well Ian's but shush) &amp;nbsp;We ended up with the entire History Odyssey Level 2 Ancient required list... A wonderfully laminated world map, and the ultimate time line. &amp;nbsp;Will we need it all? &amp;nbsp;Probably not. &amp;nbsp;But, hey just in case its there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow ended up looking at Shakespeare and Jiminy Crickets... Noah will now be studying Romeo and Juliet and Julius Caesar. &amp;nbsp;How fun for him (and me)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we can't &amp;nbsp;forget Biology. &amp;nbsp;I started reading about REAL science Biology, but couldn't seem to find it. &amp;nbsp;I settled on Biology Level 1 by Rebecca Keller PHD. &amp;nbsp;If any of you have used it please give me your feedback! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really wants to start French. &amp;nbsp;I am on the fence about it. &amp;nbsp;He has a workbook, and he seems to enjoy it. But, this kid I tell you he flip flops on language faster then a teenager changes their hair color. &amp;nbsp;For now I will continue to focus on Japanese 1. &amp;nbsp;Plus, I have a live in tutor. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;His rates are cheap (as in free), and it helps him keep his skill sharp! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to our list we are using:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing Strands.&lt;br /&gt;Math U See&lt;br /&gt;All about Spelling&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Math&lt;br /&gt;Spectrum: Reading and writing. &amp;nbsp;This is to reinforce nouns, verbs, pronouns, and so on...&lt;br /&gt;I found a wonderful outline for book reports so we will start one this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need something for art? &amp;nbsp;Any suggestions? &amp;nbsp;Maybe we can melt crayons and see what happens lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite curriculum, chapter book, resource for home schooling? &amp;nbsp;Because a mom can never have to may options!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-276598811333858769?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/276598811333858769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=276598811333858769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/276598811333858769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/276598811333858769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/rainbow-resources-love-hate-thing.html' title='Rainbow Resources a love hate thing....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-al6K6irLkDc/TmIbJkuEY-I/AAAAAAAADX8/AkkQ2ctZTi4/s72-c/DSC02813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-355915172448261071</id><published>2011-09-02T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T05:31:18.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>私の全く驚くべきクリストファー！Watashi no mattaku odorokubeki kurisutofā!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; 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display: block; font-size: 16px; min-height: 93px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;毎日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;私は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;私の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;息子と一緒に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;驚いています&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;クリストファー&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;とても興奮して&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ホーム&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;今日の午後&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;に来た&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ママ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;今日は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;日本語&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;話した&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;彼は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;染まっ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ていた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;彼は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;友達と一緒に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;いた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;彼ら&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;スターバックス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;歩いて、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;彼は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;それらを助ける&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ことができれば&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;そこに&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;働く&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;人の紳士が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;尋ねた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;クリストファー&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;は、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;私の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;友人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;トイレ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;使用する必要がある&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;なし&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ありがとう&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;と答えた&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;男性&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;は、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;彼らは&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;彼が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;利用できるようになる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;助け&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;必要に応じて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;それらを&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;知っ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;てみましょう&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;私は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;その&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;クリス&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;のために&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;興奮しています&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;彼は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;言語を習得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;するため&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;の最後の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4年間&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;努力してきました&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;そして&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;彼はそれ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;を行っています&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;私は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;今&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;私の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;非常に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;自身の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;翻訳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;を持っている&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;言うまでもありません&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;彼は、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ジャスコ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;で&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;先日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;私のために&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;いくつかの食品&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;を翻訳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;しました&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;私は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;本当に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;子供を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;持っている&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;クリストファー&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;を&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;移動するための方法&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;私達は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;すべて&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;のハードワーク&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ように&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;誇りに思っています&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="gt-res-tools" style="height: 26px; 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background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.gstatic.com/translate/buttons6.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: -94px -3px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; display: inline-block; height: 21px; margin-top: -3px; opacity: 0.667; vertical-align: middle; width: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="translit" dir="ltr" id="res-translit" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: left;"&gt;Mainichi watashi wa watashi no musuko to issho ni odoroite imasu. Kurisutofā wa totemo kōfun shite hōmu kyō no gogo ni kita. Mama, kyō wa nihongo o hanashita. Kare wa somatte ita. Kare wa tomodachi to issho ni ita, karera wa sutābakkusu ni aruite, kare wa sorera o tasukeru koto ga dekireba soko ni hataraku hito no shinshi ga tazuneta. Kurisutofā wa, watashi no yūjin ga toire o shiyō suru hitsuyō ga aru, nashi arigatō, to kotaeta. Dansei wa, karera wa kare ga riyō dekiru yō ni naru tasuke o hitsuyō ni ōjite sorera o shitte mimashou. Watashi wa sono kurisu no tame ni kōfun shite imasu. Kare wa gengo o shūtoku suru tame no saigo no 4-nenkan doryoku shite kimashita. Soshite, kare wa sore o okonatte imasu! Watashi wa ima watashi no hijō ni jishin no hon'yaku o motte iru, iu made mo arimasen! Kare wa, jasuko de senjitsu watashi no tame ni ikutsu ka no shokuhin o hon'yaku shimashita. Watashi wa hontōni wa AMAZING kodomo o motte iru! Kurisutofā o idō suru tame no hōhō watashi-tachi wa subete no hādowāku no yō ni hokori ni omotte imasu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="translit" dir="ltr" id="res-translit" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="translit" dir="ltr" id="res-translit" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #888888; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div class="translit" dir="ltr" id="res-translit" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: left;"&gt;Each day I am amazed with my son. &amp;nbsp;Christopher came home this afternoon so excited. &amp;nbsp;Mom, I spoke Japanese today. &amp;nbsp;He was glowing. &amp;nbsp; He was out with friends, they walked into Starbucks and the gentleman working there asked if he could help them. &amp;nbsp;Christopher replied, No thank you, my friend needs to use the restroom. &amp;nbsp; The man let them know if they needed any help he would be available. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="translit" dir="ltr" id="res-translit" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="translit" dir="ltr" id="res-translit" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: left;"&gt;I am so excited for Chris. &amp;nbsp;He has worked hard for the last 4 years to learn the language. &amp;nbsp;And, he has done it! &amp;nbsp;Not to mention, &amp;nbsp;I now have my very own translator! &amp;nbsp;He did translate some food for me the other day at Jusco. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="translit" dir="ltr" id="res-translit" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="translit" dir="ltr" id="res-translit" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-top: 0.3em; text-align: left;"&gt;I really do have AMAZING kids!!! &amp;nbsp; Way to go Christopher we are so proud of all your hard work. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4186032532022609191-355915172448261071?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/355915172448261071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=355915172448261071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/355915172448261071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/355915172448261071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/watashi-no-mattaku-odorokubeki.html' title='私の全く驚くべきクリストファー！Watashi no mattaku odorokubeki kurisutofā!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-7000826779019779108</id><published>2011-09-01T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:56:04.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... I spent the morning reading!</title><content type='html'>My original blog post this morning was about Noah. &amp;nbsp;His home schooling, and how validated I feel in our decision to home school him. &amp;nbsp; Its saved in my blogger for another day. &amp;nbsp;Because as I was typing my "wonderful Noah" post, I clicked over to FB ( yeah, yeah) to message Ian about something. &amp;nbsp;We communicate on FB more then IRL some days . &amp;nbsp;At the top of my FB page there was a link from DOC. &amp;nbsp;So, I clicked and started reading. &amp;nbsp;An hour and a half later I was saying goodbye to Christopher (wishing him luck for freshman initiation ) and still reading.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.skipping-school.com"&gt;Skipping School&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Go read. &amp;nbsp;She is great! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was racing around getting everything ready for the 4 day weekend (yes, Ian is included in this 4 days of fun)... and it dawned on me. &amp;nbsp;I never thought about home schooling for the first 5 years of my kids education. &amp;nbsp;Not once! &amp;nbsp;I fought the system, hit many a brick wall, and just kept right on fighting. &amp;nbsp;Home schooling never landed on my radar! &amp;nbsp;Heck, &amp;nbsp;I had never heard of it! &amp;nbsp;Day in and day out I would wake up, and prepare to fight for my kids rights. &amp;nbsp;The right to be treated with dignity and respect. &amp;nbsp;The right &amp;nbsp;to a quality education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I grew up attending DODEA schools in Germany. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I was sheltered. Yes, my school experience was vastly different then those of my peers. &amp;nbsp;If I screwed up in school, my dad would be called. &amp;nbsp;I would sit on a plastic chair, the backs of my legs sweating, silently praying I would live through the day. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My dad always showed up in uniform, and NEVER once took my side. &amp;nbsp;It was always my fault. &amp;nbsp;And, yes it was always my fault. &amp;nbsp; Never once did I hear my father make an excuse for my behavior. &amp;nbsp;It was always "I'll take care of it". &amp;nbsp;Boy did he! &amp;nbsp;I spent an entire summer grounded, helping dig up our backyard. &amp;nbsp;My offense, I stole a girls lip gloss. &amp;nbsp;There were no days off for good behavior. &amp;nbsp;Just me, my dad and buckets of dirt. &amp;nbsp;You know, it was the best summer of my life! &amp;nbsp;Dad was home that summer, &amp;nbsp;and we had a blast! &amp;nbsp; Of course at the time I thought my dad was so MEAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress... &amp;nbsp;When Christopher hit the 5 Th grade I felt like I was loosing control. &amp;nbsp;I would get called to the school for something or another, and I KNEW (as my dad did) that he was at fault. &amp;nbsp;He did it! And, I would "take care of it". &amp;nbsp; Until one day his teacher &amp;nbsp;and I had the same back and forth. &amp;nbsp;She asked for a meeting to discuss Christopher's inability to sit still in her class. &amp;nbsp;He was disruptive.. blah..blah.. Heard it all before. &amp;nbsp;I could feel my blood boil. &amp;nbsp;There I was having the same internal dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day its something! &amp;nbsp;What is going on? &amp;nbsp;Why can't he just sit still? &amp;nbsp;Well, I guess he is grounded this weekend! &amp;nbsp;I assured her I would FIX it and marched home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yelling for 5 minutes, &amp;nbsp;Christopher for the first time yelled back at me! &amp;nbsp;"But, what does she want me to do, mom I don't have a book! She just wants me to sit there with my head down"?! &amp;nbsp; And, I really listened when my son spoke. &amp;nbsp; The next day I went back to the school, and was told Christopher was probably ADHD! &amp;nbsp;I should get him tested, and medicated. &amp;nbsp;Never mind that he had completed the book for the class. &amp;nbsp;Never mind she was asking an 11 year old boy to sit for an hour with his head down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still I questioned if he was ADHD. &amp;nbsp;That night I googled ADHD for information and happened upon several blogs. &amp;nbsp;One was a home schooling blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://myfoilhat.blogspot.com"&gt;My Foil Hat&lt;/a&gt;. I'm still not sure how I ended up there from ADHD? &amp;nbsp;I read for hours. Reading out loud to Ian. &amp;nbsp;I read, and clicked onto other blogs and read them. &amp;nbsp;Home school! &amp;nbsp;They all seemed so Normal. &amp;nbsp;Their kids well adjusted, and well educated~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the part of the story where I would love to say the next morning I marched down and withdrew Christopher from school. &amp;nbsp;But, I didn't. &amp;nbsp;For a couple of months after that I fought. &amp;nbsp;Out of a need to prove something I am sure. A need to know my kid could sit in school and learn. Fear that I couldn't possibly be as good as Amy, Ami, Doc, and all the other mom's I read daily. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I jumped headlong off a cliff and I took my kids with me. &amp;nbsp;Me, the Army brat who grew up in a very black and white world. &amp;nbsp;There was the wright way and the wrong way. &amp;nbsp;And, NO in between. &amp;nbsp;That first year with Christopher was a struggle for us both. &amp;nbsp;It was also the best year of my life with him to date! &amp;nbsp;We laughed, cried, and the foundation of our relationship changed dramatically. &amp;nbsp;Christopher is no longer home schooled. He attends the DODEA school, and loves it! &amp;nbsp;He thrives, does well and not once have I heard ADHD mentioned. &amp;nbsp;That year I spent with him I taught him something no school ever could! &amp;nbsp;That he does have a voice, he can speak up, and Ian and I will always listen. &amp;nbsp;That is not to say he always likes the answers he is given, and we are living in teenager world like every other family with a teenage son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Christopher taught me was so much bigger. &amp;nbsp;And, his siblings will benefit from that knowledge. &amp;nbsp;I don't always know the answer, hell I'm not supposed to. &amp;nbsp;Things are not always right, some days are harder then others. &amp;nbsp; But, who I am as their mother has radically changed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about home schooling is this: &amp;nbsp;No matter the reasons, if you home school for religious reason, or because you move around all the time. If its because you have a child that needs extra help, or one that &amp;nbsp;is light years ahead of where the system says they should be. &amp;nbsp;Every home school kid shares one common thread. &amp;nbsp;They all went head long off a cliff... And, I would like to say thank you to mom's like Amy, Ami, Doc, Kate's mom and countless other mothers.. &amp;nbsp;Reading you gave me the power to jump...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7000826779019779108?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7000826779019779108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7000826779019779108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7000826779019779108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7000826779019779108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-i-spent-morning-reading.html' title='So... I spent the morning reading!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-7617189639817658009</id><published>2011-08-30T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T04:29:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites The Dust!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sox9I3VLnCA/TlzIglmyvMI/AAAAAAAADX0/rWhZH6W0vAY/s1600/Yoshihiko_Noda_AP110829010310_620x350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sox9I3VLnCA/TlzIglmyvMI/AAAAAAAADX0/rWhZH6W0vAY/s320/Yoshihiko_Noda_AP110829010310_620x350.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you know who this is? &amp;nbsp;If the answer is NO, you are probably like most Japanese people. &amp;nbsp;He was elected the new Prime Minister &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yoshihiko Noda, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;elected to office Monday. &amp;nbsp;I'm not really sure who elected him. &amp;nbsp;What I know is he is now the 6 Th Prime Minister to be elected in Japan in the 5 years we have lived here. &amp;nbsp; I wonder why people keep applying for the job. &amp;nbsp;It sure doesn't seem to have a long shelf life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And, I thought our politics were wonky!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7617189639817658009?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7617189639817658009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7617189639817658009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7617189639817658009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7617189639817658009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites The Dust!!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-Sox9I3VLnCA/TlzIglmyvMI/AAAAAAAADX0/rWhZH6W0vAY/s72-c/Yoshihiko_Noda_AP110829010310_620x350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-2227135616654257233</id><published>2011-08-28T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:32:10.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is back to Norman... Well almost..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzEPPW2p6Xo/Tlsc6cTY-jI/AAAAAAAADXs/phUbr6NOpQE/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gzEPPW2p6Xo/Tlsc6cTY-jI/AAAAAAAADXs/phUbr6NOpQE/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is the first official day of school here at the T house. &amp;nbsp;Christopher woke up bright and early, and was out the door while I was still brewing my first cup of coffee. &amp;nbsp;In this house coffee is a must for mom and everyone knows it. &amp;nbsp;I wished him good luck in high school, and sent up a silent thank you to God that &amp;nbsp;I was not the one teaching him Algebra 2 or Japanese 4 this year. &amp;nbsp;I mean, lets be real. Rosetta Stone is only going to get us so far. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As I sat on the sofa enjoying the silence I realized that my husband is old. &amp;nbsp;Yep, OLD! &amp;nbsp;In fact from now on I plan to tell everyone I married a man &amp;nbsp;a decade older then me. &amp;nbsp;Where has the time gone? &amp;nbsp;One day you are picking marbles out of their noses, and the next you are handing them their ID card, buss pass, and 5 bucks for lunch. &amp;nbsp;Lunch that he can now leave campus to go eat. &amp;nbsp; Would I look like an overbearing, crazy mom if I insisted he eat veggies in the morning with breakfast? &amp;nbsp;Because we all know he is not going to be saying "I'll just have the salad please", any time soon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had about 5 minutes to enjoy my silence and google aging pills for Ian, when Peyton meandered downstairs. &amp;nbsp;"Am I going to school today"? &amp;nbsp;Um, no &amp;nbsp;honey, next Tuesday.. "OK, good because its still really hard to button my pants". &amp;nbsp;ha ha! &amp;nbsp;I love 5 year old. &amp;nbsp;Mine in particular. &amp;nbsp;He has been fretting about school for weeks. &amp;nbsp;Not being able to button his own pants. &amp;nbsp; I explained that Dr. J will help him, and we sat and watched the news for a few minutes. &amp;nbsp;Does anyone else think the paperwork to get your kind into Kindergarten is insane. &amp;nbsp;And, when its a DODEA school its overkill.. &amp;nbsp;I mean seriously, somehow I don't see a rash of kidnappings going on on military bases? &amp;nbsp;Once I dealt with the forms (one for allergies, one for asthma, lunch, field trips, emergency contacts, and so on) &amp;nbsp;I ran to medical for them to sign a form stating I do in fact immunize my kids.. &amp;nbsp; Its all done, and kindergarten bound he is next week. &amp;nbsp;Dr. J is AMAZING! &amp;nbsp; Teachers like her are the reason I still have faith in the education system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah made his appearance in Noah style. "Mom, can I have breakfast"?... &amp;nbsp;Yes, get something to eat and lets get started on your school work. &amp;nbsp;His day went well. &amp;nbsp;6 Th grade is no laughing matter. &amp;nbsp; There is serious work to be done. &amp;nbsp;He seemed to breeze right through. &amp;nbsp;He has been working 2 days a week all summer on math and reading... This next few weeks I really want to focus on writing. &amp;nbsp;His ability to write a good comprehensive story. &amp;nbsp;Book reports will also start next week. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I let Noah pick out a series that he wants to read, and we will start there. &amp;nbsp;History is still a work in progress. &amp;nbsp;I am thinking that Ian will be his teacher there. &amp;nbsp;Ian loves history. &amp;nbsp;He went to school for it and everything. &amp;nbsp;Me, eh, not so much. &amp;nbsp;I am sort of in the its history, already happened, why harp on it camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper is working hard on being 10 months old! &amp;nbsp;She is into everything, and thinks the world revolves around her. &amp;nbsp;With daddy and 3 brothers in the house I am playing hell trying to convince her that the sun does not rise and set with her. &amp;nbsp;She is walking, those funny little baby, wobbly steps. &amp;nbsp;I love it. &amp;nbsp;Watching her run rough shot over the boys has sure been fun this summer. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one was a success.... Now to save this in my browser so in 3 months I can go back and remember that I do love home schooling, DODEA schooling, and chasing babies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2227135616654257233?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2227135616654257233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2227135616654257233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2227135616654257233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2227135616654257233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/08/everything-is-back-to-norman-well.html' title='Everything is back to Norman... Well almost..'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-gzEPPW2p6Xo/Tlsc6cTY-jI/AAAAAAAADXs/phUbr6NOpQE/s72-c/DSC_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-7916558816192861458</id><published>2011-08-17T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:13:15.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One sticky lesson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNexXd85Cl8/Tktq029Bs9I/AAAAAAAADXo/Qa7daPiuEvk/s1600/41105_gal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNexXd85Cl8/Tktq029Bs9I/AAAAAAAADXo/Qa7daPiuEvk/s320/41105_gal.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once in a while we will have a day where we know we are foreigners. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Not to say that I don't get it, because I do. &amp;nbsp;We are Americans living in Asia. &amp;nbsp;We walk out our front door and know instantly we are foreigners. &amp;nbsp;For the most part we just think if this as home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a couple friends and I packed the kids up and headed to Sankai's and the bunny store. &amp;nbsp;Sankai's is similar to walmart, or a dollar store. &amp;nbsp;A huge Hodge podge of stuff that we think we need, but really we don't. &amp;nbsp;The bunny store is a baby store. &amp;nbsp;It has a huge photo of a bunny on the front so that is what we call it. &amp;nbsp;I am sure it has an actual name but we don't know it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our shopping at Sankai's and headed into the bunny store, when I noticed Peyton was holding something in his hand. &amp;nbsp;It was a sticker of a train, &amp;nbsp;and it was STOLEN! &amp;nbsp;I remember Peyton asking me for it when we first entered Sankai's. &amp;nbsp;I glanced at it, and asked him to hold on a moment ( I was eyeing a really nice piece of fabric). &amp;nbsp;And, never really gave it another thought. &amp;nbsp; Fast forward to the bunny store and he sure held on, &amp;nbsp;all the way out of the store. &amp;nbsp;For a moment I just stood there. &amp;nbsp;Wondering what I should do. &amp;nbsp;Normally in the states I would walk him to the store, have him apologise and return the illegally procured merchandise. &amp;nbsp; In this case I wasn't sure what the social protocol would be. &amp;nbsp; Do I keep it and have a talk with him at home? &amp;nbsp;Drive him to the nearest pokey and pray they feed my son something other then fermented fish and bread once he is booked? &amp;nbsp;I really was at a loss. &lt;br /&gt;My friends and I had a good giggle (under our breath) and I decided that I would do exactly what I would do in the US. &amp;nbsp;I quickly paid my tab at the Bunny Store, making sure Peyton didn't get sticky fingers there and we marched back to Sankai's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan is a country based on routine, tradition, and a strong belief in not bringing attention to ones self. &amp;nbsp; Unless of course you are a teenager. &amp;nbsp;Then all bets are off. &amp;nbsp;I was told once that teenagers here dress the way they do because they are forced to wear a uniform all day at school. &amp;nbsp;Part of me believes that, and part of me believes that being a teenager is universal. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So I was actually nervous about walking him back. &amp;nbsp;But, a lesson had to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering the store, I explained to Peyton what I expected him to do. &amp;nbsp;In we walk, Peyton looking just as pitiful as he pleased and me none to happy. &amp;nbsp;We walked to the counter, and Peyton said sumimasen = excuse me &amp;nbsp;(in his quiet as a church mouse voice, that I had no idea he possessed) to the nice man behind the counter. &amp;nbsp;Of course he didn't hear him, so I said it a bit louder. &amp;nbsp;The nice young man turned around and smiled at Peyton. &amp;nbsp;With his eyes cast down, his arm stretched out to hand the sticker back he said gomenasai = sorry. (Again using his new found church mouse voice). &amp;nbsp;By this time Peyton was upset, and it showed. &amp;nbsp;The nice Japanese man was confused, he took the sticker all the while looking at me. &amp;nbsp;I repeated to Peyton what I told him on the way back to the store. &amp;nbsp;We do not take things from a store that are not paid for. &amp;nbsp;By this time the nice Japanese man working there looked horrified. &amp;nbsp;Part of me thinks he understood what I said to Peyton. &amp;nbsp;Part of me thinks it was part of his do not call attention to oneself. &amp;nbsp;He tried to give the sticker to Peyton saying he was Kawaii. &amp;nbsp;(this means cute). &amp;nbsp;Trying to smile, and he actually went to hug him. &amp;nbsp;Well, &amp;nbsp;I was having none of this kawaii business, so I told Peyton to please bow at the nice man, and let's go! (bowing is a sign of respect in Japan) &amp;nbsp;My church mouse, meek, poor son performed his best bow... and out we went! &amp;nbsp;As we walked out I noticed a few customers watching me with hawk eyes. &amp;nbsp;One little old lady even glared at me.. I felt about 2 inches tall. &amp;nbsp; I am still not sure what the nice man behind the counter thought... I do know that Peyton has learned we do not take thing that are not paid for. &amp;nbsp;And, I have learned that when I tell my kids just a moment, they will hold me to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and search all pockets before we leave that store... ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day... Living Lost in translation!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7916558816192861458?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7916558816192861458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7916558816192861458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7916558816192861458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7916558816192861458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-sticky-lesson.html' title='One sticky lesson...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-MNexXd85Cl8/Tktq029Bs9I/AAAAAAAADXo/Qa7daPiuEvk/s72-c/41105_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-5864748839509697897</id><published>2011-08-14T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T03:59:47.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME!  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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1577kXwymw/TkJPO7E2ZqI/AAAAAAAADW8/43hUxGpvTT4/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a great time in Brisbane. &amp;nbsp;Ian was able to take the entire 5 days off! &amp;nbsp;No work, no phone calls, (OK, well there was one)... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I held a koala bear. &amp;nbsp;They are amazing, and soft, and cute, and they smell! &amp;nbsp;But, I held a koala. &amp;nbsp; Ian and I enjoyed a dinner cruise, went to the theater (more on that in a min), and had long leisurely dinners in fancy adult type restaurants. &amp;nbsp;It was 5 days of heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia has to be the most expensive country on the planet. &amp;nbsp;A bottle of water was $4 AU. &amp;nbsp;With the exchange rate that ended up being about $4.50. &amp;nbsp; No matter I saved, planned, and plotted to make the most if it on a budget. &amp;nbsp; Our hotel was The Wellington Apartment Hotel. &amp;nbsp;It was a lovely hotel owned by a husband and wife. &amp;nbsp; They helped us arrange our tours and find great places to eat. &amp;nbsp;It was like having our own personal tour guides. &amp;nbsp;If you are traveling to Brisbane anytime soon I HIGHLY recommend staying there. &amp;nbsp;The rooms are spacious, clean, and all have private balcony's with views of the city! &amp;nbsp;It is a bit away from the city center but I saved about $700 by booking there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisbane is a city split in 2 by a river. &amp;nbsp;To get around we used the City Cat Ferry, and loved it! &amp;nbsp;OK, well I loved it, Ian just kind of went along with it. &amp;nbsp;You can get a GO card, put money on it, and save even more on each ride. &amp;nbsp;We hopped on and off the ferry at different places. &amp;nbsp;Oxford street is a must. &amp;nbsp;We found a little Sushi Go Round at the end of Oxford. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We walked along Queen St Mall, South Bank, Brett's Wharf, and Riverside. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to convince Ian that what he really wanted to do after spending 10 weeks out to sea, was climb aboard not one but 2 more boats. &amp;nbsp;The first time we cruised the entire Brisbane river to the Loan Pine Koala Sanctuary. &amp;nbsp;It was interesting to see all of the animals that we don't normally see. &amp;nbsp; The second trip was a dinner cruise. &amp;nbsp;The cruise itself was nice and relaxing, but the food was awful! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a couple of hours at the Botanical Gardens walking around, talking, and watching a Rugby game. &amp;nbsp; Rugby is a serious sport. &amp;nbsp;I am still trying to figure out all the rules, but its fun to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night Ian took me to the theater! &amp;nbsp;We saw Dr. Zhivago. &amp;nbsp;And, let me say it was the best night of the trip! &amp;nbsp;Ian and I both love the theatre! &amp;nbsp;That is one thing we really miss while living in Japan. &amp;nbsp;Not to many opportunities to see the theatre here. &amp;nbsp; We talk often about retiring, and going to the theatre once a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our trip we both decided that Meat Pies are by far the best invention. &amp;nbsp;Someone from Australia that is reading this please open a Meat Pie shop in Japan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly missed my kids, and was so happy to get back home to them. &amp;nbsp;I did get one e mail asking about me leaving my kids in a foreign country, while I traveled to yet another country. &amp;nbsp;Well yes in truth I did that. &amp;nbsp;But, Japan is not just a place for us to visit it is our home. &amp;nbsp;My kids have only known Japan for 5 years. &amp;nbsp; I think flying them back to the US (a country they have really never lived in) would have worried me even more! &amp;nbsp; We are very blessed to know wonderful people who took great care of our kids while I was gone.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already busy planning our next &amp;nbsp;vacation. &amp;nbsp;We are taking all of the kids and heading to Guam. &amp;nbsp;And, I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &amp;nbsp;Yes, that is a beach in the middle of the city. &amp;nbsp;I think I could live in Brisbane forever!! All I need is to win the lottery...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5864748839509697897?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5864748839509697897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5864748839509697897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5864748839509697897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5864748839509697897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/08/home-brisbane-in-pictures.html' title='HOME!  Brisbane in pictures....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-NHcIPxC1TTA/TkejodJUbrI/AAAAAAAADXQ/6JzRj7MAhIk/s72-c/IMG_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8646636546750152599</id><published>2011-08-01T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:10:22.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading DOWN UNDER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3cRzssCDEY/TjdM9MxtmFI/AAAAAAAADWM/ZR78fL_D7RI/s1600/DSC_0113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3cRzssCDEY/TjdM9MxtmFI/AAAAAAAADWM/ZR78fL_D7RI/s320/DSC_0113.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In just a few short hours I will &amp;nbsp;board a plane bound for AUSTRALIA!!! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ian and I are blessed to know AMAZING people here that have offered to keep the kids for me. &amp;nbsp;So. In just a few short hours I will be boarding a plane to AUSTRALIA!! &amp;nbsp;WITH NO KIDS! &amp;nbsp;This will be our first kid free vacation in 13 years. &amp;nbsp; 6 entire days with just my Sailor!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip itself was a fluke, &amp;nbsp;Ian's ship will be there, and he will get 5 days OFF WORK! &amp;nbsp; I have some major plans! &amp;nbsp; First on the list.. Hold a koala bear.. And, we will spend a day on the GoldCoast. &amp;nbsp;What more could a girl ask for.. Oh, yeah, did I mention my hotel room over looks the city and every morning a nice man will deliver my breakfast to me on my private patio!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when I return.. Oh, and I will be verifying that the toilets do flush the other way! &amp;nbsp;(the things my kids ask)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8646636546750152599?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8646636546750152599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8646636546750152599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8646636546750152599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8646636546750152599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/08/heading-down-under.html' title='Heading DOWN UNDER!!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-G3cRzssCDEY/TjdM9MxtmFI/AAAAAAAADWM/ZR78fL_D7RI/s72-c/DSC_0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3338668931066515854</id><published>2011-07-16T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T04:17:47.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony Land!  Hello Kitty World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPST_uvneyg/TiJF5dKsqPI/AAAAAAAADVc/Jd0gpwirlsE/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPST_uvneyg/TiJF5dKsqPI/AAAAAAAADVc/Jd0gpwirlsE/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwKriTi1DPo/TiJF_vl1u4I/AAAAAAAADVg/719PBZWr_UA/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwKriTi1DPo/TiJF_vl1u4I/AAAAAAAADVg/719PBZWr_UA/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add caption&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had an amazing time at Puro Land. &amp;nbsp;(Hello Kitty World). Peyton, Piper and I loaded up on the bus at 8:30 am, and 3 hours later we arrived. &amp;nbsp;It was 97 outside yesterday, but we made the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNW9-6e-h4M/TiJGVZUS7zI/AAAAAAAADVo/PaafNgn619I/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNW9-6e-h4M/TiJGVZUS7zI/AAAAAAAADVo/PaafNgn619I/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We rode the train around the park. &amp;nbsp;Peyton was his funny self. &amp;nbsp;Winking at me and talking all about the rides he wanted to go on. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCdlYCZHUOQ/TiJGrDVpUyI/AAAAAAAADVs/qnPLQ2_Ru_Q/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCdlYCZHUOQ/TiJGrDVpUyI/AAAAAAAADVs/qnPLQ2_Ru_Q/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJvPCO-cDFs/TiJGwiNn5vI/AAAAAAAADVw/3Es65paIYEw/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJvPCO-cDFs/TiJGwiNn5vI/AAAAAAAADVw/3Es65paIYEw/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We took a break to have an Icee, and add more sun screen. &amp;nbsp;Before we ventured off to Hello Kitty's Castle. &amp;nbsp; We got to sit in her bed, see her bathroom, and check out her living room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbjYsVqmX-M/TiJG9E-RgUI/AAAAAAAADV0/H2dRj4wSmJQ/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbjYsVqmX-M/TiJG9E-RgUI/AAAAAAAADV0/H2dRj4wSmJQ/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were there These nice ladies came over to check out the kids and take their pictures. &amp;nbsp;We &amp;nbsp;are used to this now in Japan. &amp;nbsp;My kids are the blond, blue eyes kids in a crowd. &amp;nbsp; Peyton gets a bit frustrated at times but he really is a good sport about it. &amp;nbsp; Before we move them back to the states we need to spend some more time on stranger danger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8chW17_eDo/TiJHHI6f21I/AAAAAAAADV4/kVXvhgCtKXs/s1600/DSC_0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8chW17_eDo/TiJHHI6f21I/AAAAAAAADV4/kVXvhgCtKXs/s320/DSC_0159.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved this little girl. &amp;nbsp;She was styling. &amp;nbsp;Her mom was walking the park in 6 in heels. &amp;nbsp;They have the best fashion sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6XppBIV9w/TiJHYMYjn4I/AAAAAAAADV8/7tzWMV1QRCs/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9S6XppBIV9w/TiJHYMYjn4I/AAAAAAAADV8/7tzWMV1QRCs/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We waited in line so Piper could see Hello Kitty. &amp;nbsp;She was not really sure what she thought about the huge cat. &amp;nbsp;But I loved it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujt6iom9elU/TiJHn9_QkAI/AAAAAAAADWA/RHgT7CKlUuA/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujt6iom9elU/TiJHn9_QkAI/AAAAAAAADWA/RHgT7CKlUuA/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have the best gardens in Japan.. I love all the flowers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sT0q7JdlW8o/TiJHvQMY8XI/AAAAAAAADWE/_LdiKd5uF5g/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sT0q7JdlW8o/TiJHvQMY8XI/AAAAAAAADWE/_LdiKd5uF5g/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was exhausted after our long day out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br6MY2JDUno/TiJHz1e93JI/AAAAAAAADWI/_76_OZNtnuA/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Br6MY2JDUno/TiJHz1e93JI/AAAAAAAADWI/_76_OZNtnuA/s320/DSC_0164.JPG" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to get one pictures of us all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3338668931066515854?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3338668931066515854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3338668931066515854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3338668931066515854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3338668931066515854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/07/add-caption-had-amazing-time-at-puro.html' title='Harmony Land!  Hello Kitty World...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-VPST_uvneyg/TiJF5dKsqPI/AAAAAAAADVc/Jd0gpwirlsE/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8275371243962689087</id><published>2011-07-14T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:25:55.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working 9-5.  *cue Dolly*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is working! &amp;nbsp; And, for the most part Christopher is loving it. &amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago the base announced their summer hire program. &amp;nbsp; Christopher asked if he could apply and of course Ian and I said yes. &amp;nbsp;We &amp;nbsp;want him to understand economics. &amp;nbsp;The best way to do that, is to allow him to earn his own money and figure out how to spend it. &amp;nbsp; He sat for his interview. &amp;nbsp;And, let me just say. I am not sure I could have done as well as he did. &amp;nbsp;He interviewed with 7 people. &amp;nbsp;Most of them managers here. &amp;nbsp;Managers of the Harbor View (our restaurant on base), the youth center, the child development center. Fleet and Family center, and a couple of others. &amp;nbsp;Christopher did an amazing job! &amp;nbsp; He was offered a job at the Child Development Center. &amp;nbsp;He attended the training, opened a bank account and off to work he went. &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElyQpiMF46Y/Thbwlb1TIRI/AAAAAAAADVY/xdYRny8oHBQ/s1600/DSC02896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElyQpiMF46Y/Thbwlb1TIRI/AAAAAAAADVY/xdYRny8oHBQ/s200/DSC02896.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Christopher spends his days with preschoolers. &amp;nbsp;Little &amp;nbsp;4 and 5 your olds, &amp;nbsp;all with a ton of energy. &amp;nbsp; He comes home tired, hungry, and with a dozen stories about his day. &amp;nbsp;He really seems to enjoy working with the kids. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And, I could not be happier for him. &amp;nbsp;During his training he spent some time with a psychologist on base. &amp;nbsp;The psychologist mostly went over how to help the kids who have separation issues. Some of the kids have a hard time being there all day. &amp;nbsp;The psychologist gave him an old text book, and Christopher is reading it. &amp;nbsp;A couple of days ago he informed me he has decided he wants to be a psychologist. &amp;nbsp;Now, I am sure over time this will change, and that is OK. &amp;nbsp;But, when I see my son getting up at 6 am during his summer vacation, spend his days with preschoolers, and then come home and read a text book I sure have to smile.. &amp;nbsp; And, &amp;nbsp;I sure hope there is a chapter in there for this eye rolling business... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When he received his first paycheck I had to laugh. &amp;nbsp;He was shocked at how small his paycheck was. &amp;nbsp;But, it should be WAY MORE than that! &amp;nbsp;All I could do was laugh.. I remember my first summer job, and that tiny first paycheck. &amp;nbsp;And, how I thought it should be WAY MORE than that....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you remember your first summer job? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8275371243962689087?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8275371243962689087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8275371243962689087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8275371243962689087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8275371243962689087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/07/working-9-5-cue-dolly.html' title='Working 9-5.  *cue Dolly*'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-ElyQpiMF46Y/Thbwlb1TIRI/AAAAAAAADVY/xdYRny8oHBQ/s72-c/DSC02896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1731557380461455528</id><published>2011-06-25T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:55:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.R.O.U.B.L.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-leeIiOBlARY/TgafB0QyLcI/AAAAAAAADVE/01LO2gQKRsA/s1600/DSC02829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-leeIiOBlARY/TgafB0QyLcI/AAAAAAAADVE/01LO2gQKRsA/s320/DSC02829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, we are in trouble.. Piper has decided Peyton is her new anchor... &amp;nbsp;And, Peyton has decided his baby sister is a bit of a pain..... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love every minute of it!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1731557380461455528?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1731557380461455528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1731557380461455528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1731557380461455528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1731557380461455528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/trouble.html' title='T.R.O.U.B.L.E.'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-leeIiOBlARY/TgafB0QyLcI/AAAAAAAADVE/01LO2gQKRsA/s72-c/DSC02829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3771727375846325318</id><published>2011-06-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:39:14.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On this your day... We give you dear father the HUT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNzta95EF-w/Tf6-r-D9EGI/AAAAAAAADU4/z0TMoj7nQH0/s1600/DSC02805.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNzta95EF-w/Tf6-r-D9EGI/AAAAAAAADU4/z0TMoj7nQH0/s320/DSC02805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620139047608193122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a wonderful fathers day.   I managed to get a great picture of all the kids with Ian.  The boys were all in clean shirts! And, Piper is smiling.  Yeah me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nll2hpTtdAU/Tf6-rjOUvsI/AAAAAAAADUw/QnEvgdEcj6k/s1600/DSC02798.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nll2hpTtdAU/Tf6-rjOUvsI/AAAAAAAADUw/QnEvgdEcj6k/s320/DSC02798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620139040403930818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian and Piper spent some time on the lap tops.  Notice who gets the bigger of the 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ObaVedYZXM/Tf6-qyyOgOI/AAAAAAAADUo/wtJogDXrJIM/s1600/DSC02806.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ObaVedYZXM/Tf6-qyyOgOI/AAAAAAAADUo/wtJogDXrJIM/s320/DSC02806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620139027401179362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ventured out to the Harbor View for a wonderful brunch.  The food was delicious as always and the company was even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJtsl1qYHo4/Tf6-qFhGCeI/AAAAAAAADUg/kqX-9UPMxIE/s1600/DSC02531.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJtsl1qYHo4/Tf6-qFhGCeI/AAAAAAAADUg/kqX-9UPMxIE/s320/DSC02531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620139015249725922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, by far the best part of Ian's fathers day was the delivery of PIZZA HUT~!  Now, for those of you living elsewhere we do not have Pizza Hut in Sasebo.   The nearest one is 5 hours away on a Marine base.  A friend of mine and her husband traveled to Iwakuni and brought us one back.  We had a VERY America night, eating the Hut and watching True Grit.  It really could not have been any better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Fathers Day!!   How was your day??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3771727375846325318?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3771727375846325318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3771727375846325318&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3771727375846325318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3771727375846325318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-this-your-day-we-give-you-dear.html' title='On this your day... We give you dear father the HUT!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-MNzta95EF-w/Tf6-r-D9EGI/AAAAAAAADU4/z0TMoj7nQH0/s72-c/DSC02805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-2826898767932772710</id><published>2011-06-17T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:45:41.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you had 10 days...</title><content type='html'>What would do with it?   Here is a sneak peak into a few of our 10 days.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRTjF4oWOFM/TfsCoy3kCUI/AAAAAAAADUY/9BtVx1Ykcjk/s1600/DSC02786.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RRTjF4oWOFM/TfsCoy3kCUI/AAAAAAAADUY/9BtVx1Ykcjk/s320/DSC02786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619087859947669826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a lot of lounging around with the kids.   As I type this Ian and Peyton are trying to convince Piper she really doesn't want to play on Peyton's road.   Battle Los Angeles is in the DVD player waiting for everyone to get home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFW7bDRNiO8/TfsCKLxSqgI/AAAAAAAADUQ/JpCett8ETAM/s1600/DSC02785.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFW7bDRNiO8/TfsCKLxSqgI/AAAAAAAADUQ/JpCett8ETAM/s320/DSC02785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619087334056307202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fridge is very thankful for 10 days with Ian.  I will let my fridge go.  I'm talking science experiment bad.  But, somewhere deep down (OK, not so deep down) I know Ian will be home to clean her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6thQA90qcc/TfsCJRVSeMI/AAAAAAAADUI/LUW-slW28ZI/s1600/DSC02784.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6thQA90qcc/TfsCJRVSeMI/AAAAAAAADUI/LUW-slW28ZI/s320/DSC02784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619087318369597634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really need to buy stock in K-cups.  We ventured out today to clean the shelves.  Pretty sure we succeeded.  This will last Ian most of the deployment.  I am pretty sure somewhere in the "how to be a Sailor" manual there is a chapter on coffee consumption.  I can't say I blame him, 10 weeks of 18 hour days and I would need a coffee IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPgFcTtwTU/TfsCI4RGpUI/AAAAAAAADUA/j30A9NKHVoY/s1600/DSC02779.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPgFcTtwTU/TfsCI4RGpUI/AAAAAAAADUA/j30A9NKHVoY/s320/DSC02779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619087311641158978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perfecting our pool game has been a lot of fun.  I have pledged to play plenty of Internet pool over the next 10 weeks, in an attempt to actually not suck quite so bad.  Ian is a VERY good pool player, and I am well just not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ngDe3eXNNo/TfsCIaALg_I/AAAAAAAADT4/_CmCYfRhmEU/s1600/get-attachment.aspx.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ngDe3eXNNo/TfsCIaALg_I/AAAAAAAADT4/_CmCYfRhmEU/s320/get-attachment.aspx.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619087303517111282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys have been little angels.  Doing their chores, not fighting, and using their manners.  Bah, this so will not last! But, I will take it for the next 10 days.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what would you do if 10 days had to last you 10 weeks????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is a family blog so I will not mention any other ways to spend 10 days... (especially when you know that at the end of said 10 days it will be a looooonnnnngggg 10 weeks! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2826898767932772710?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2826898767932772710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2826898767932772710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2826898767932772710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2826898767932772710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-had-10-days.html' title='If you had 10 days...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-RRTjF4oWOFM/TfsCoy3kCUI/AAAAAAAADUY/9BtVx1Ykcjk/s72-c/DSC02786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-5232359752257399117</id><published>2011-06-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:39:54.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Drive By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXk5rPUpsUQ/TfhBbK_1chI/AAAAAAAADTw/zjKsaLtN0CA/s1600/DSC02718.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXk5rPUpsUQ/TfhBbK_1chI/AAAAAAAADTw/zjKsaLtN0CA/s320/DSC02718.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618312470209065490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, more like a float by.   Ian made it home a few days ago.  He will be here for a few days and then we will say goodbye for the rest of the summer.  He will not be home again until after school starts.   We never really get used to Ian being gone and we will miss him terribly. But, I am planning a fun filled summer to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYeOeQFZqG0/TfhBB6MA56I/AAAAAAAADTo/ZYHQsv-xPjA/s1600/DSC02735.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYeOeQFZqG0/TfhBB6MA56I/AAAAAAAADTo/ZYHQsv-xPjA/s320/DSC02735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618312036200015778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piper and daddy are having a lot of daddy daughter time.  More like he is chasing her around and trying to keep her out of everything.  I am spending a lot of time laughing and it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmdRAsK8Tk/TfhBBZBFCRI/AAAAAAAADTg/S_P4rYOVSLs/s1600/DSC02721.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fmdRAsK8Tk/TfhBBZBFCRI/AAAAAAAADTg/S_P4rYOVSLs/s320/DSC02721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618312027295779090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton and I thought it would be a good idea to have a cake with daddy day. I bought this wonderful Japanese style cheese cake and we ate it.   Now that is a way to celebrate~.   For the next few days we will have a lot of family time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christopher is  finished with school.  His Japanese 2 final is tomorrow morning and  I know he will do great!   We are still waiting to hear about Christopher's summer job.   His work schedule will decide a lot of our summer fun schedule.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah and I are watching The Fringe.  Now that is a good show!   Somewhere in there I can make it educational.   Maybe have him write a paper on levitating?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to plan a trip for this summer.  I might just get brave enough to take the kids to Korea for a few days.   Wouldn't that be a great field trip!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5232359752257399117?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5232359752257399117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5232359752257399117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5232359752257399117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5232359752257399117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/drive-by.html' title='A Drive By...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-QXk5rPUpsUQ/TfhBbK_1chI/AAAAAAAADTw/zjKsaLtN0CA/s72-c/DSC02718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-5407854250878779856</id><published>2011-06-08T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T06:17:46.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the CC down and back away slowly...</title><content type='html'>I started ordering Noah's curriculum for next year.  This is best done in stages.  Giving my credit card a break every few days.   So far I have settled on...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math U See.  I used this for Christopher and loved it.  I think it will work great with Noah.  The manipulative's will allow him to see how the problems are solved.   I will supplement with Spectrum workbooks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing strands.  They were having a sale so I ordered the entire program.  I saved over $60 and now we have his writing through high school.  I will add book reports to this, and I think we are going with History Odyssey.  I am looking at way to tie the two together.  We are also getting the Writing strands for Pre-K.  I want to start working with Peyton to help prepare him for Kindergarten.   There seems to be a good mix of funny stories, and games to keep his attention.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All About Spelling.  After reading the reviews I really think this program will work for Noah.  Trying to find curriculum for Dyslexia/Dysgraphia is challenging but I think AAS will help him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking at R.E.A.L. Science.  It seems to have a good mix of work/experiments to keep him and I both interested.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah has asked to take Italian this year.  Fun! Fun!  I really wanted to stick with Japanese (seeing as how we live here).. But,  I found a workbook for under $15,  so we will give it a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After talking with Noah we have decided that he will school over the summer.  I am still narrowing down a schedule but I am thinking M-W-F will probably work best.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's it so far.  I am positive that I will add to this list, but its a start.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm off to sleep and rest my CC!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any suggestions on curriculum, or free sites PLEASE pass them along!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5407854250878779856?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5407854250878779856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5407854250878779856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5407854250878779856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5407854250878779856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/put-cc-down-and-back-away-slowly.html' title='Put the CC down and back away slowly...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-2904460712704014510</id><published>2011-06-03T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:47:21.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice planting with Egami elementary school and Saikai park!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00PVaRuocZc/TeoMCRCileI/AAAAAAAADTM/WvC9s97Ia-o/s1600/DSC02630.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00PVaRuocZc/TeoMCRCileI/AAAAAAAADTM/WvC9s97Ia-o/s320/DSC02630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614313118544074210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at Egami school and were greeted by 2 Japanese classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGQ7VKHzF1E/TeoMB1W-Z_I/AAAAAAAADTE/bIzZvh4J1Kc/s1600/DSC02631.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGQ7VKHzF1E/TeoMB1W-Z_I/AAAAAAAADTE/bIzZvh4J1Kc/s320/DSC02631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614313111113590770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The students were as excited to spend the day with us as we were with them.  After a short introduction the kids were split off into groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uKAJO7astI/TeoMBsefOYI/AAAAAAAADS8/yjk8uzO7tTc/s1600/DSC02634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0uKAJO7astI/TeoMBsefOYI/AAAAAAAADS8/yjk8uzO7tTc/s320/DSC02634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614313108729182594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 Japanese kids for each American student.  These 2 boys joined with Noah and I managed to snap 1 photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXogmfDhaQY/TemKYi9KarI/AAAAAAAADS0/lJZaiGGH06U/s1600/DSC02641.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SXogmfDhaQY/TemKYi9KarI/AAAAAAAADS0/lJZaiGGH06U/s320/DSC02641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170564798868146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time we arrived at the fields to plant the rice Noah was with 2 little Japanese girls.  They were great at showing us what to do.  Planting rice is hard work.   It must be done right to produce good rice..  The first thing they showed us was how to remove our foot prints from the mud.  You have to swish the mud around to make sure its smooth on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwanq7y-gBk/TemKYPrNz6I/AAAAAAAADSs/XKEPTMp24ak/s1600/DSC02645.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mwanq7y-gBk/TemKYPrNz6I/AAAAAAAADSs/XKEPTMp24ak/s320/DSC02645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170559623319458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Japanese students have planted rice before.  They planted this same field last year.  The owner of the field was very welcoming and seemed very happy that our kids where there to help.   Noah had to count out 5 blades and plant them in the marked spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRfbWrXT_as/TemKXpnCbOI/AAAAAAAADSk/U1wuFS98QBQ/s1600/DSC02646.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRfbWrXT_as/TemKXpnCbOI/AAAAAAAADSk/U1wuFS98QBQ/s320/DSC02646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614170549405248738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His 2 helpers were very patient and waited for him to finish before moving back to start a new row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rx7McJQcfo/TemI2-pZoqI/AAAAAAAADSc/dzHzOVnB6FI/s1600/DSC02649.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rx7McJQcfo/TemI2-pZoqI/AAAAAAAADSc/dzHzOVnB6FI/s320/DSC02649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614168888604992162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The goal was the plant straight back.  I think they all did a great job for their first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXs3Gh18bw0/TemI2e-8OAI/AAAAAAAADSU/4pufdTeQEfQ/s1600/DSC02650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXs3Gh18bw0/TemI2e-8OAI/AAAAAAAADSU/4pufdTeQEfQ/s320/DSC02650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614168880105404418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They all loved taking pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvmM95jLCqg/TemI2K79YzI/AAAAAAAADSM/_YjuJlcHchg/s1600/DSC02651.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvmM95jLCqg/TemI2K79YzI/AAAAAAAADSM/_YjuJlcHchg/s320/DSC02651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614168874724188978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the field owner.  He was giving the kids direction and encouraging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z32PCJktkZM/TemHlF_sjpI/AAAAAAAADSE/RQauxZ9I2N8/s1600/DSC02654.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z32PCJktkZM/TemHlF_sjpI/AAAAAAAADSE/RQauxZ9I2N8/s320/DSC02654.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614167481828282002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were just about done planting half of the field..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-941y0tIKnQo/TemHkxYG_FI/AAAAAAAADR8/neCjg4z0Q8c/s1600/DSC02655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-941y0tIKnQo/TemHkxYG_FI/AAAAAAAADR8/neCjg4z0Q8c/s320/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614167476293532754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other field owners stopped by to watch our kids.  This little lady just smiled the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AEODLTa0t6Q/TemHkkz4qSI/AAAAAAAADR0/mXudiNpzLw0/s1600/DSC02659.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AEODLTa0t6Q/TemHkkz4qSI/AAAAAAAADR0/mXudiNpzLw0/s320/DSC02659.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614167472920373538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the kids were done they were covered in mud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upoIAGtgopM/TemGgSUjhyI/AAAAAAAADRs/gmpy6lZb5EE/s1600/DSC02661.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upoIAGtgopM/TemGgSUjhyI/AAAAAAAADRs/gmpy6lZb5EE/s320/DSC02661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166299726022434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We thanked the field owner and headed back to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7VqDOq8q6M/TemGgOZrLsI/AAAAAAAADRk/3Fpwb-UNJ5U/s1600/DSC02664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7VqDOq8q6M/TemGgOZrLsI/AAAAAAAADRk/3Fpwb-UNJ5U/s320/DSC02664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166298673753794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Egami school they had people set up to help the kids get most of the mud washed off.  The students sensei walked us to the pool area to finish cleaning up and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heN44iSjRO0/TemGfsTS2GI/AAAAAAAADRc/nqJ0aE1T7iA/s1600/DSC02666.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heN44iSjRO0/TemGfsTS2GI/AAAAAAAADRc/nqJ0aE1T7iA/s320/DSC02666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614166289520187490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We noticed a chicken coop at the school.   I think all schools should have something like this!  I found out later there are also bunnies in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0WBw8VTTgw/TemFVWGQwTI/AAAAAAAADRU/DWj4PYlIst0/s1600/DSC02667.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0WBw8VTTgw/TemFVWGQwTI/AAAAAAAADRU/DWj4PYlIst0/s320/DSC02667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614165012249624882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we were cleaned up, it was time to say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rsn7iywzWj4/TemE3R7aJsI/AAAAAAAADRM/cBpOni5qy9k/s1600/DSC02669.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rsn7iywzWj4/TemE3R7aJsI/AAAAAAAADRM/cBpOni5qy9k/s320/DSC02669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164495734286018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah and his 2 buddies.   Japanese kids love the peace sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJXk-s2oULc/TemE3P9RRgI/AAAAAAAADRE/RjXgLSWXTn8/s1600/DSC02671.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJXk-s2oULc/TemE3P9RRgI/AAAAAAAADRE/RjXgLSWXTn8/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164495205221890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They followed us all the way out of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr69jYBVM8k/TemE2jCHXTI/AAAAAAAADQ8/nJDXPzWxMS0/s1600/DSC02676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr69jYBVM8k/TemE2jCHXTI/AAAAAAAADQ8/nJDXPzWxMS0/s320/DSC02676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164483145948466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For lunch we headed over the Saikai park.  Parks in Japan are amazing!   They are kept very clean, and welcoming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbUcQLKCj9c/TemE2Pr-eLI/AAAAAAAADQ0/AbU2ffw3Iys/s1600/DSC02678.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FbUcQLKCj9c/TemE2Pr-eLI/AAAAAAAADQ0/AbU2ffw3Iys/s320/DSC02678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614164477952817330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah and I ate bento style American Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emRTHKusMT8/TejVKh6xRAI/AAAAAAAADQs/3pfCM0LVXfI/s1600/DSC02683.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-emRTHKusMT8/TejVKh6xRAI/AAAAAAAADQs/3pfCM0LVXfI/s320/DSC02683.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613971312397599746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the kids were off the explore the park.   This summer the kids and I plan to spend a lot of time finding and exploring new parks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyM8i_5ZHpo/TejVKZoX6lI/AAAAAAAADQk/Lzyycb6Ordw/s1600/DSC02684.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hyM8i_5ZHpo/TejVKZoX6lI/AAAAAAAADQk/Lzyycb6Ordw/s320/DSC02684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613971310172957266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading down to the zip line.    The kids had races on the zip line before we headed back to the school.   We have been fortunate while living here to go on many different field trips.  This by far was one of our favorites..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHnek3jeTFU/TejVJvu_0bI/AAAAAAAADQc/JZac_2Uxe6U/s1600/DSC02689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QHnek3jeTFU/TejVJvu_0bI/AAAAAAAADQc/JZac_2Uxe6U/s320/DSC02689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613971298926449074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2904460712704014510?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2904460712704014510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2904460712704014510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2904460712704014510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2904460712704014510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/rice-planting-with-egami-elementary.html' title='Rice planting with Egami elementary school and Saikai park!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-00PVaRuocZc/TeoMCRCileI/AAAAAAAADTM/WvC9s97Ia-o/s72-c/DSC02630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3366572088866765116</id><published>2011-06-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T05:46:06.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like tomorrow......</title><content type='html'>Once again I find myself doing something unique to Japan.  Tomorrow I am going on a field trip with Noah's class.  Yeah, yeah, I know they have field trips in the states.  We did live there once.. A long time ago.  I didn't have kids in school then, but I remember going when I was young.   And, unless the school budgets are that bad I assume kids still load up on buses and go well where ever kids living in America go for field trips.  Maybe the zoo?  I seem to remember going to the zoo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, tomorrow bright and early we will board the big yellow school bus (Yes, we have sort of Americaish looking school buses) and we will be off to Egami Elementary school.   Yep, we are going from one school to another.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our supply list of things to bring:  Hat, flip-flops, change of clothes, towel, and a plastic bag.   We will arrive at the school, visit with the students and then walk with the students to the rice fields nearby and plant rice!   How cool is that?  Noah and I are super excited.   My camera battery is charging as I type and our packed bento (lunch) is prepared and in the fridge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days like tomorrow are why we live where we live.. Days like tomorrow make being so far away from family and friends worth it.  Days like tomorrow give my children memories and experiences they will cherish forever.  Days like tomorrow...  Are just as exciting for me as they are for them!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you have a memorable day tomorrow.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3366572088866765116?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3366572088866765116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3366572088866765116&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3366572088866765116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3366572088866765116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/06/days-like-tomorrow.html' title='Days like tomorrow......'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-4525190907406980962</id><published>2011-05-31T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T02:47:08.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the move!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLV6N_Vz_HI/TeS1Xh4ZN7I/AAAAAAAADQQ/9gQxFQjOKhU/s1600/DSC02528.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLV6N_Vz_HI/TeS1Xh4ZN7I/AAAAAAAADQQ/9gQxFQjOKhU/s320/DSC02528.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612810451447003058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls are faster then boys.  True statement!  FACT!  Piper was born and moving around our house the next day.   Or at least that is how it feels sometimes.    Once she figured out rolling over, crawling, and walking along the furniture happened fast!    Girls also sleep less then boys.  A LOT less.  She is already only taking 1,  2 hour nap a day.   She does sleep 11 hours at night, so I am not complaining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKLWH3xyTHM/TeS07ZbOgXI/AAAAAAAADQI/Sq6thqB_9_M/s1600/DSC02613.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKLWH3xyTHM/TeS07ZbOgXI/AAAAAAAADQI/Sq6thqB_9_M/s320/DSC02613.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612809968140845426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend most days playing patty cake, and her toy piano.  And I LOVE IT!  Her personality is blooming, and she definitely knows she has 3 brothers and daddy wrapped around her little finger.   Yesterday I walked into the living room and Christopher was dancing and singing with her.  My heart melted.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cnn6RYxIDA4/TeS069fUsgI/AAAAAAAADQA/JUWBlx8vvmo/s1600/DSC02542.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cnn6RYxIDA4/TeS069fUsgI/AAAAAAAADQA/JUWBlx8vvmo/s320/DSC02542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612809960641835522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton is doing really well with his baby sister.    He continues to explain to Piper that his toys are BOYS toys and her toys are GIRLS toys.  And, she should ONLY play with her toys.  She really doesn't seem to listen to him.  If she can reach it, its fair game.  Peyton has also become amazingly good at putting away his BOYS toys!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are on the last 2 weeks of school and I am counting the days.   We are all looking forward to lazy days and our brand new swimming pool!!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4525190907406980962?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4525190907406980962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4525190907406980962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4525190907406980962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4525190907406980962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-move.html' title='On the move!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-iLV6N_Vz_HI/TeS1Xh4ZN7I/AAAAAAAADQQ/9gQxFQjOKhU/s72-c/DSC02528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-2198840527955676390</id><published>2011-05-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T05:50:49.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akizuki Castle Town.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6PQK9tprzs/Tdg5e9XKL9I/AAAAAAAADPk/qxqup3z39PM/s1600/DSC02438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6PQK9tprzs/Tdg5e9XKL9I/AAAAAAAADPk/qxqup3z39PM/s400/DSC02438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609296539920510930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;We went to Akizuki Castle Town. In 1998 the town was selected as one of the Important Preservation Districts for groups of historical building in Japan. Population of Akizuki is 300.  The town was beautiful.     We dressed in traditional Kimono's and walked around taking in the sights.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDz4KTHR01w/Tdg5eHZTYXI/AAAAAAAADPc/7uC9wXfhwao/s1600/DSC02441.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDz4KTHR01w/Tdg5eHZTYXI/AAAAAAAADPc/7uC9wXfhwao/s400/DSC02441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609296525433987442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we were dressed we had our photos taken for free by a really nice Japanese photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5a414U0ors/TdM4dQHjzGI/AAAAAAAADPU/H5jtq5OzzhE/s1600/DSC02450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5a414U0ors/TdM4dQHjzGI/AAAAAAAADPU/H5jtq5OzzhE/s400/DSC02450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607888036200434786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up at a hotel for a traditional tea ceremony.   The tea was not great but the views from the hotel were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFqg2ZZQIA/TdM4dPnSL3I/AAAAAAAADPM/kfahew7tLoc/s1600/DSC02522.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueFqg2ZZQIA/TdM4dPnSL3I/AAAAAAAADPM/kfahew7tLoc/s400/DSC02522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607888036065062770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a kick out of his apron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MlD0S-yBXzg/TdM4c5YsmPI/AAAAAAAADPE/EnZsHNVRgxQ/s1600/DSC02516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MlD0S-yBXzg/TdM4c5YsmPI/AAAAAAAADPE/EnZsHNVRgxQ/s400/DSC02516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607888030098299122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz7q51Kl8hI/TdM3SoUOf_I/AAAAAAAADO8/PgRCzgvI-Q4/s1600/DSC02503.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zz7q51Kl8hI/TdM3SoUOf_I/AAAAAAAADO8/PgRCzgvI-Q4/s400/DSC02503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607886754205827058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish we were going to be in Japan long enough to take Piper someday.     I am defiantly going again.. Next time I will wear something other than tiny wooden shoes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2198840527955676390?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2198840527955676390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2198840527955676390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2198840527955676390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2198840527955676390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/05/akizuki-castle-town.html' title='Akizuki Castle Town.....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-n6PQK9tprzs/Tdg5e9XKL9I/AAAAAAAADPk/qxqup3z39PM/s72-c/DSC02438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3422199770508914012</id><published>2011-05-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T05:19:37.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.U.N.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LffIKvEsSvw/Tcp7tuOZFPI/AAAAAAAADOk/LQAHOf8NwhQ/s1600/DSC02315.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LffIKvEsSvw/Tcp7tuOZFPI/AAAAAAAADOk/LQAHOf8NwhQ/s400/DSC02315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605428711648728306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOZlvcRGAjg/Tcp7taCHgJI/AAAAAAAADOc/qBR8H89sM8Y/s1600/DSC02331.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fOZlvcRGAjg/Tcp7taCHgJI/AAAAAAAADOc/qBR8H89sM8Y/s400/DSC02331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605428706228535442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOZhnWdqE8g/Tcp7tNbW-xI/AAAAAAAADOU/cm78wtZ8DoA/s1600/DSC02374.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTAo-6RvG_U/Tcp44DO15RI/AAAAAAAADN0/ZfH15YImJ4I/s400/DSC02262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605425590551569682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UiYxRIA1Ay8/Tcp43gzXmoI/AAAAAAAADNs/S6XerrWDMck/s1600/DSC02192.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UiYxRIA1Ay8/Tcp43gzXmoI/AAAAAAAADNs/S6XerrWDMck/s400/DSC02192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605425581309532802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFTzh7Iud7o/Tcp43F1yHFI/AAAAAAAADNk/vKtOrNYeEOQ/s1600/DSC02251.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFTzh7Iud7o/Tcp43F1yHFI/AAAAAAAADNk/vKtOrNYeEOQ/s400/DSC02251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605425574071901266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkw2mGU_Qxk/TciDBYSVmLI/AAAAAAAADNc/ZvpUtYerdr4/s1600/DSC02213.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkw2mGU_Qxk/TciDBYSVmLI/AAAAAAAADNc/ZvpUtYerdr4/s400/DSC02213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604873795985053874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dayXpdt6AmU/TciDBGmcfUI/AAAAAAAADNU/KfOLBb7WTQ0/s1600/DSC02163.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dayXpdt6AmU/TciDBGmcfUI/AAAAAAAADNU/KfOLBb7WTQ0/s400/DSC02163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604873791237553474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItkxIuoJeBQ/TciDA3FqQPI/AAAAAAAADNM/5PL44q_CK_w/s1600/DSC02155.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItkxIuoJeBQ/TciDA3FqQPI/AAAAAAAADNM/5PL44q_CK_w/s400/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604873787073511666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkWqoVcURxA/TciAsY-VJ6I/AAAAAAAADNE/-Q4ewPxZYQo/s1600/DSC02111.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkWqoVcURxA/TciAsY-VJ6I/AAAAAAAADNE/-Q4ewPxZYQo/s400/DSC02111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604871236369065890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7hj2C04Uis/TciAsBVqxSI/AAAAAAAADM8/BwZ41fD_PD4/s1600/DSC02104.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7hj2C04Uis/TciAsBVqxSI/AAAAAAAADM8/BwZ41fD_PD4/s400/DSC02104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604871230024500514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpfkMBPcCkE/TciAr7jZQ4I/AAAAAAAADM0/3sFtluXGeD4/s1600/DSC02100.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpfkMBPcCkE/TciAr7jZQ4I/AAAAAAAADM0/3sFtluXGeD4/s400/DSC02100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604871228471460738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AcJT0wDkVQ/TciArUyVZGI/AAAAAAAADMs/-HPlZxHov8c/s1600/DSC02078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2AcJT0wDkVQ/TciArUyVZGI/AAAAAAAADMs/-HPlZxHov8c/s400/DSC02078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604871218065138786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The past month has been amazing.   Ian is home and we are making the most of it.   We have had a birthday.  Peyton is the big 5.  Easter was a weekend of flying fun, and water balls.  Peyton performed in his Pre-K play.  He made quit the Big Bad Wolf.   We all tried tulip flavored ice cream.  It was a bit to sweet for me but the boys really liked it.  Baseball is in full swing, and we have band concerts on the horizon... The official start to summer is just a few weeks away and we are all looking forward to lazy, pool filled days.   We have a bit more time before Ian deploys for the summer and we plan to enjoy every second of it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3422199770508914012?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3422199770508914012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3422199770508914012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3422199770508914012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3422199770508914012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/05/fun.html' title='F.U.N.....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-LffIKvEsSvw/Tcp7tuOZFPI/AAAAAAAADOk/LQAHOf8NwhQ/s72-c/DSC02315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-7419017446353036593</id><published>2011-04-12T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:10:20.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iA26fUh8Jtw/TaQ_3-DghWI/AAAAAAAADMM/q4PgzqymKLA/s1600/Thrasher%2B%252821%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iA26fUh8Jtw/TaQ_3-DghWI/AAAAAAAADMM/q4PgzqymKLA/s320/Thrasher%2B%252821%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594666867884066146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all still doing well here in southern Japan.  The weather is warming up and we are getting out and about more.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtLi6KFAMeo/TaQ_3vN2TuI/AAAAAAAADME/Gwh00IMy9x4/s1600/Thrasher%2B%252826%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtLi6KFAMeo/TaQ_3vN2TuI/AAAAAAAADME/Gwh00IMy9x4/s320/Thrasher%2B%252826%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594666863900905186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys are all on spring break and Ian made it home just in time for the fun!  We are lucky to have a professional photographer that is stationed here with her husband.  For the first time in 5 years I had professional Sakura pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYmhSpD8-2w/TaQ_EuoRQ1I/AAAAAAAADL8/LsNG4Y8s5Cg/s1600/Thrasher%2B%252811%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYmhSpD8-2w/TaQ_EuoRQ1I/AAAAAAAADL8/LsNG4Y8s5Cg/s320/Thrasher%2B%252811%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594665987569959762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXbXH6tMkqI/TaQ_EeeIoFI/AAAAAAAADL0/uGvA804dOdY/s1600/Thrasher%2B%25287%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXbXH6tMkqI/TaQ_EeeIoFI/AAAAAAAADL0/uGvA804dOdY/s320/Thrasher%2B%25287%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594665983232483410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah is my most photogenic child.  He is a natural with pictures and I swear at times my son will grown up and be a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YpBDfW0J1rE/TaQ_D5gsP-I/AAAAAAAADLs/sQEHZtNhMBM/s1600/Thrasher%2B%25283%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YpBDfW0J1rE/TaQ_D5gsP-I/AAAAAAAADLs/sQEHZtNhMBM/s320/Thrasher%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594665973311094754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some days I wish I could slow down time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lm3mxsp-3Y/TaQ-JmFWejI/AAAAAAAADLk/oAWHzSAv8t4/s1600/Thrasher%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lm3mxsp-3Y/TaQ-JmFWejI/AAAAAAAADLk/oAWHzSAv8t4/s320/Thrasher%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594664971663735346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still keeping an eye on things progressing up north.   We are over 900 miles away from the reactor and if something changes I am confident the Navy will let us know.  For now we are going to enjoy our last Sakura season in Japan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7419017446353036593?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7419017446353036593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7419017446353036593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7419017446353036593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7419017446353036593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/sakura-season.html' title='Sakura season...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-iA26fUh8Jtw/TaQ_3-DghWI/AAAAAAAADMM/q4PgzqymKLA/s72-c/Thrasher%2B%252821%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8771197380881329892</id><published>2011-04-05T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:21:25.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut it DOWN!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8yaUhNqlKI/TZvpUh5jriI/AAAAAAAADLc/waX6El8Wz5k/s1600/s-GOVERNMENT-SHUTDOWN-NEWT-GINGRICH-large300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8yaUhNqlKI/TZvpUh5jriI/AAAAAAAADLc/waX6El8Wz5k/s320/s-GOVERNMENT-SHUTDOWN-NEWT-GINGRICH-large300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592319901217041954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go ahead and shut it down!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDU1MHoAhQ0/TZvpUZQostI/AAAAAAAADLU/5jIsev8HMcM/s1600/365-US-Navy-Ships-Screen-Saver_3.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDU1MHoAhQ0/TZvpUZQostI/AAAAAAAADLU/5jIsev8HMcM/s320/365-US-Navy-Ships-Screen-Saver_3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592319898897920722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The military will STILL show up to work!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think this shut down MUST happen!  Everyone is screaming the sky is falling.. Republicans don't want old people to have food, the Democrats want to spend billions!!  I say FIRE them ALL!  I noticed they came together to pass an amendment so they can get paid during the shut down... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH!  The politics of our country...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8771197380881329892?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8771197380881329892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8771197380881329892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8771197380881329892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8771197380881329892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/04/shut-it-down.html' title='Shut it DOWN!!!!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-o8yaUhNqlKI/TZvpUh5jriI/AAAAAAAADLc/waX6El8Wz5k/s72-c/s-GOVERNMENT-SHUTDOWN-NEWT-GINGRICH-large300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1733864530091397525</id><published>2011-03-24T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:43:50.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late.. But GREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNlpZ4keghU/TYwdAMWDaXI/AAAAAAAADLM/F1KyBLJjJvY/s1600/DSC01965_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNlpZ4keghU/TYwdAMWDaXI/AAAAAAAADLM/F1KyBLJjJvY/s320/DSC01965_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587873126810872178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CU3nA7QB4Tk/TYwc_ylX4HI/AAAAAAAADLE/oIXx_n6AXEY/s1600/DSC01970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CU3nA7QB4Tk/TYwc_ylX4HI/AAAAAAAADLE/oIXx_n6AXEY/s320/DSC01970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587873119895806066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With everything that has been going on in Japan the past couple of weeks, we still found time to celebrate the boys birthdays..  Christopher is 14 and Noah 11.  I am amazed each day that I am the mother of these 2 amazing boys.   &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/4186032532022609191-1733864530091397525?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1733864530091397525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1733864530091397525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1733864530091397525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1733864530091397525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/late-but-great.html' title='Late.. But GREAT!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-RNlpZ4keghU/TYwdAMWDaXI/AAAAAAAADLM/F1KyBLJjJvY/s72-c/DSC01965_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-6003765137757883384</id><published>2011-03-19T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T00:55:17.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Subbed) Nuclear Boy  うんち・おならで例える原発解説</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5sakN2hSVxA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-6003765137757883384?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6003765137757883384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=6003765137757883384&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6003765137757883384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6003765137757883384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/subbed-nuclear-boy.html' title='(Subbed) Nuclear Boy  うんち・おならで例える原発解説'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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://img.youtube.com/vi/5sakN2hSVxA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1139824068994969277</id><published>2011-03-12T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:36:08.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For our friends and family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; 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font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; HARPERS FERRY Family and Friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;     Many of you are watching or reading about the earthquake and subsequent tsunami that impacted northern Japan.  I want to assure everyone that the crew and our families in Japan are all safe and doing well.  As you have seen in media reports, we are now headed north towards Japan to join with the rest of the ARG and preparing to render assistance to the people of Japan as directed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;    Our spirits remain high and we are well prepared to perform any task we may be assigned to assist our host nation friends.  Thank you for your continued support and for keeping us in your thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;                                                                                         A. D. HULL, CDR USN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;                                                                                         Commanding Officer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are praying for the people of Japan and the people who are working tirelessly to help them...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1139824068994969277?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1139824068994969277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1139824068994969277&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1139824068994969277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1139824068994969277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-our-friends-and-family.html' title='For our friends and family!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-5764243225913497119</id><published>2011-03-11T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T03:35:16.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster in Japan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UffwcASCkxM/TXoIh5AZvhI/AAAAAAAADK0/jzqrgNKfufk/s1600/11slid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UffwcASCkxM/TXoIh5AZvhI/AAAAAAAADK0/jzqrgNKfufk/s320/11slid1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582784066410364434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial, verdana, sans-serif, FreeSans;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;apan was hit by a massive earthquake on Friday, which rocked buildings in Tokyo and triggered a tsunami that dashed ships onto Japan's northeast coast and sweeping cars through the streets of coastal towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities have revised the death toll to 29. The toll is expected to go up further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first earthquake measuring 8.9 on the Richter Scale struck at 2.45 p.m. local time about 237 miles northeast of Tokyo at a depth of 15.2 miles, the US Geological Survey said, revising the magnitude from an earlier 7.9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten nations are said to have issued tsunami-related alerts. Warnings have also been issued along the Pacific coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, verdana, sans-serif, FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, verdana, sans-serif, FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, verdana, sans-serif, FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;We are OK here in Sasebo, please send prayers and good thoughts to the people of Japan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, verdana, sans-serif, FreeSans;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IlmVi6wPdyA/TXoIalW5CcI/AAAAAAAADKs/LNZZ8Elmij8/s1600/11slid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5764243225913497119?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5764243225913497119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5764243225913497119&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5764243225913497119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5764243225913497119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/disaster-in-japan.html' title='Disaster in Japan....'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-UffwcASCkxM/TXoIh5AZvhI/AAAAAAAADK0/jzqrgNKfufk/s72-c/11slid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-6818951440987326542</id><published>2011-03-10T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:27:20.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psW_BM6r1Oc/TXmIUXRpZQI/AAAAAAAADKk/dYOrAHMnlTA/s1600/th_BeckermanFuneral101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-psW_BM6r1Oc/TXmIUXRpZQI/AAAAAAAADKk/dYOrAHMnlTA/s320/th_BeckermanFuneral101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582643096529233154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So the US supreme Court has ruled that you have the right under the First Amendment to protest military funerals.  I invite you to start your protest in my front yard and we can see if your First Amendment is better then my Second Amendment!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-6818951440987326542?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6818951440987326542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=6818951440987326542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6818951440987326542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6818951440987326542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/amen.html' title='AMEN!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-psW_BM6r1Oc/TXmIUXRpZQI/AAAAAAAADKk/dYOrAHMnlTA/s72-c/th_BeckermanFuneral101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1808660128162179151</id><published>2011-03-05T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:43:09.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, honey just like Harry Potter.... Well sort of!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5E9qPT5GxyY/TXIOG8aNqCI/AAAAAAAADKc/1CgaMOU-LmA/s1600/DSC01887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5E9qPT5GxyY/TXIOG8aNqCI/AAAAAAAADKc/1CgaMOU-LmA/s320/DSC01887.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580538400723544098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We live in a small house for 6 people.  When 4 of those people are male it becomes a tiny house.  I am convinced that there is something in the male gene that stops them from realizing they are messy.   Down right slobish. (yes, slobish is a word).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the size of our house being organized is a MUST!  Yeah right, I still manage to forget appointments,  and I loose my keys at least twice a week.   Adding baby #4 to the mix really has taken some adjustments.  I have a list of things to buy to help keep us organized.  Of course I can't seem to find that stupid list.  I am sure one of the boys living here lost it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  About a month ago I decided I wanted to organizing my house.  In an attempt to maximize the space, and save my sanity.  First on the list was to sort our "Harry Potter" room.  We have a small storage space under our stairs.  After seeing my neighbors I decided to give it a shot.  I was amazed at the things I found as I was cleaning and organizing.  Right after we found out we were pregnant I bought a used stroller frame.  When we moved into this house it was put under the stairs and yep I forgot about it.   3 bags of wrapping paper and gift bags (yep, I re gift bags).  12 bottles of finger paint that I had no idea we owned, along with a large bag of school supplies.  Luckily no small children were lost in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christopher and I spent a good 3 hours today cleaning, sorting, and tossing half the junk I seem to have collected.  I managed to get rid of 2 boxes and 1 suitcase of books.  (How I love, love my e reader)..  Personally I think all military families should own e readers of some sort.  If the Navy would pay for 2 per family they would save a TON on shipping when we move.   But, I digress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peyton still plays with a lot of his toys down stairs.  He is a people person and loves leaving his Lego's and GI Joe's laying around so I can step on them. After all he is a giver.   With Piper starting to move around it won't be long before she is attacking his toy box.  In an effort to save my feet, and Peyton's toys from perpetual drool I decided to use the space as his special toy storage.  Secretly I hope having a place to &lt;i&gt;hide&lt;/i&gt; his toys from Piper will inspire him to keep them picked up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once it was all done I hung his name plaque that I bought when he was a baby and I showed him his very own special toy space.  His reply "Oh, mommy, I have my very own Harry Potter room.  Can I sleep in here to"?   OK, so not the reaction I was hoping for but he really does like it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next weekend I plan to work in our room that really is not a bedroom and my kitchen. At this rate my entire house will be organized about the time we PCS!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1808660128162179151?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1808660128162179151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1808660128162179151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1808660128162179151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1808660128162179151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-honey-just-like-harry-potter-well.html' title='Yes, honey just like Harry Potter.... Well sort of!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-5E9qPT5GxyY/TXIOG8aNqCI/AAAAAAAADKc/1CgaMOU-LmA/s72-c/DSC01887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-2409628505633182895</id><published>2011-03-03T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:32:12.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy  Hina-Matsuri Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxftWKfXugk/TW9pU6cCoKI/AAAAAAAADKU/fUer_-TgL9I/s1600/hina27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxftWKfXugk/TW9pU6cCoKI/AAAAAAAADKU/fUer_-TgL9I/s320/hina27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579794271340503202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 3rd  in Japan is knows as Hina-Matsuri day.  Girls day.   Hina-Matsuri day is the celebration of girls.  Wishing them good health and happiness.   It is tradition in Japan for parents to give their baby girls Hina-Ningyo doll for their first Girls Day.     Each year the parents add to the dolls, and have a girls day party with tiny rice cakes, or a decorated dessert cake.    After girls day the dolls are put away until next year.  It is said that if you don't put away the dolls then the girl may not have good luck getting married.   Why?  It is believed that to be a good wife girls should be tidy and organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmaYPL1GDps/TW9pU3p8fHI/AAAAAAAADKM/yAyO81mzjOc/s1600/hina30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmaYPL1GDps/TW9pU3p8fHI/AAAAAAAADKM/yAyO81mzjOc/s320/hina30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579794270593514610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have all kinds of small candies and goodies for Girls day.   Most of the goodies come in 3 colors green, white, and pink.  The green stands for healthy (earth), the white is for cleanliness (snow), and the pink represents the peach.   Peach trees are beginning to blossom this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-72zkL305U/TW9pUndPulI/AAAAAAAADKE/rqsnykfSLcA/s1600/hina35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-72zkL305U/TW9pUndPulI/AAAAAAAADKE/rqsnykfSLcA/s320/hina35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579794266245282386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our first Hina-Matsuri day that we will be celebrating.  Piper now has a set of dolls that Ian and I will try to add a little something to each year.    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all the girls.... Happy  Hina-Matsuri Day!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-2409628505633182895?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2409628505633182895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2409628505633182895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2409628505633182895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2409628505633182895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-hina-matsuri-day.html' title='Happy  Hina-Matsuri Day!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-dxftWKfXugk/TW9pU6cCoKI/AAAAAAAADKU/fUer_-TgL9I/s72-c/hina27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1505772792292295737</id><published>2011-02-26T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:14:05.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5GlJa3_qaU/TWnY8Qr7SQI/AAAAAAAADJ8/R5ZBRK5UUcM/s1600/DSC01866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5GlJa3_qaU/TWnY8Qr7SQI/AAAAAAAADJ8/R5ZBRK5UUcM/s320/DSC01866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578228143258028290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were in Yokosuka for Valentines day.  Piper was with us, but her Valentines dress was not!  In my haste to pack I forgot it.  Truth be told we didn't expect to be there for 2 weeks.  It was hard on us and the boys.  While the boys are used to Ian being away they are NOT at all used to me being gone.  EVER!    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian is doing much better and recovering nicely.  Taking it easy, not lifting anything, and sitting are not Ian's forte but he is managing.  It helps A LOT that I am here nagging him to rest!  He will fly off and meet up with his ship soon, so the more he recovers here at home the better he will feel once he returns to work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of you have asked what his surgery was for.  And, with his permission.. Ian had a hernia that we think was caused by his failed vasectomy.    His surgery was supposed to be laparoscopic.  Once we got to Yokosuka the surgeon was not comfortable doing it laparoscpically.   The surgeon decided it was to risky to allow Ian to fly back home after surgery, so we waited in Yokosuka.  Here in Sasebo we do not have a hospital.  We have a small clinic, if Ian were to have complications there was no way to treat him in a hurry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys had a great Valentines Day without us.  My friend Debbie and her daughters made sure they boys felt the love on LOVE DAY!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY LATE LOVE DAY!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1505772792292295737?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1505772792292295737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1505772792292295737&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1505772792292295737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1505772792292295737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-day.html' title='Love Day!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-T5GlJa3_qaU/TWnY8Qr7SQI/AAAAAAAADJ8/R5ZBRK5UUcM/s72-c/DSC01866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-7096395010797789657</id><published>2011-02-26T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T02:25:04.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japna-Land Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWrODvgKWqc/TWjRZ5o9IFI/AAAAAAAADJ0/eYJ6QfHbEv8/s1600/DSC01861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWrODvgKWqc/TWjRZ5o9IFI/AAAAAAAADJ0/eYJ6QfHbEv8/s320/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577938381397893202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The box on the right are really good rice crackers for babies.  They are less messy then the America version.  The box on the left is rice cereal with fish flavor.  Peyton loved this stuff and I am hoping Piper will as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTOZzTcFUWM/TWjRZm3OVTI/AAAAAAAADJs/0z1XmIN2oBQ/s1600/DSC01859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTOZzTcFUWM/TWjRZm3OVTI/AAAAAAAADJs/0z1XmIN2oBQ/s320/DSC01859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577938376357467442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found these at the airport on the way home from Yokosuka.  My friend Shelly and I can't wait to try them.  I hope they are worth the 700 yen a box I paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwA3C0VmFBg/TWjRZF-IajI/AAAAAAAADJk/8TrRwQmh_x0/s1600/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwA3C0VmFBg/TWjRZF-IajI/AAAAAAAADJk/8TrRwQmh_x0/s320/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577938367528069682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wasabi flavored Kit Kat.  Here in Japan they have many different flavors of Kit Kat.  A lot of Americans collect them.  I don't collect them but these I had to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-em6sxidJJBI/TWjRYzeLdTI/AAAAAAAADJc/YyWvLEXn6is/s1600/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-em6sxidJJBI/TWjRYzeLdTI/AAAAAAAADJc/YyWvLEXn6is/s320/DSC01854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577938362562213170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are Annin Dofu flavored.  Annin Dofu is a Chinese dessert.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdtBU1Z3VoM/TWjP9yGvLgI/AAAAAAAADJU/F5wE4aVwUEo/s1600/DSC01852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdtBU1Z3VoM/TWjP9yGvLgI/AAAAAAAADJU/F5wE4aVwUEo/s320/DSC01852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577936798827359746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new amazingly absorbent bath mat.  They dry in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8suDCIfaeHE/TWjP9reli9I/AAAAAAAADJM/KvB6N7340Cw/s1600/DSC01853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8suDCIfaeHE/TWjP9reli9I/AAAAAAAADJM/KvB6N7340Cw/s320/DSC01853.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577936797048343506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If like me you have small people living in your house then you pick your hand towel up off the floor 100 times a day.  My friend Rebekah found these and I had to get them.  They are super absorbent, and snap onto the towel rack.  I really am in love with these towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdFVd3rMSqM/TWjP9frsX4I/AAAAAAAADJE/F3e9QUboadU/s1600/DSC01836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdFVd3rMSqM/TWjP9frsX4I/AAAAAAAADJE/F3e9QUboadU/s320/DSC01836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577936793882091394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sakura season is just about here.  While we were in Yokosuka I grabbed my 2010 Sakura mug and a couple of others that I didn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLIEjUIxDdU/TWjP860SF-I/AAAAAAAADI8/Ez7w01JMkmQ/s1600/DSC01826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LLIEjUIxDdU/TWjP860SF-I/AAAAAAAADI8/Ez7w01JMkmQ/s320/DSC01826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577936783986005986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherry Blossom (Sakura) is a HUGE part of living in Japan.  The trees are amazing and so is Starbucks frappuccino and scone.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is in full swing here and I am really ready for the nice weather.  Piper is getting bigger and its that time of year to start taking trips again.  This will probably be our last summer in Japan and we are going to take full advantage!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7096395010797789657?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7096395010797789657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7096395010797789657&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7096395010797789657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7096395010797789657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/japna-land-stuff.html' title='Japna-Land Stuff...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-EWrODvgKWqc/TWjRZ5o9IFI/AAAAAAAADJ0/eYJ6QfHbEv8/s72-c/DSC01861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1910846485286119942</id><published>2011-02-12T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T06:25:50.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CSixfE3J7sA/TVZ5ejza7tI/AAAAAAAADI0/_gDPUJQ5el8/s1600/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CSixfE3J7sA/TVZ5ejza7tI/AAAAAAAADI0/_gDPUJQ5el8/s320/DSC01774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572775154831519442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My super hero teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HIGsPMJejM/TVZ5eGweJCI/AAAAAAAADIs/YbTqNmNBfeQ/s1600/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HIGsPMJejM/TVZ5eGweJCI/AAAAAAAADIs/YbTqNmNBfeQ/s320/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572775147034518562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ship driving Noah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OSE5o5F15k/TVZ5d8ofXwI/AAAAAAAADIk/G5TbLMzF3Y0/s1600/DSC01770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OSE5o5F15k/TVZ5d8ofXwI/AAAAAAAADIk/G5TbLMzF3Y0/s320/DSC01770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572775144316690178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fohawk baby! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian, Piper and I are stuck in Yokosuka waiting for Ian's surgery.  As of now we will be here for another 10 days or so.  We are so lucky to have wonderful people to care for our boys while we are away..  I am counting the days until we get home to our wonderful boys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1910846485286119942?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1910846485286119942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1910846485286119942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1910846485286119942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1910846485286119942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-miss-my-boys.html' title='I miss my boys!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/-CSixfE3J7sA/TVZ5ejza7tI/AAAAAAAADI0/_gDPUJQ5el8/s72-c/DSC01774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8363929395140968527</id><published>2011-01-09T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:44:18.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we may have a problem!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TSmDULTMulI/AAAAAAAADH8/phkkHjQU-FI/s1600/166448_183643038326682_100000429604820_556925_3587533_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TSmDULTMulI/AAAAAAAADH8/phkkHjQU-FI/s320/166448_183643038326682_100000429604820_556925_3587533_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560119597619526226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With portion control!  We are working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8363929395140968527?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8363929395140968527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8363929395140968527&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8363929395140968527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8363929395140968527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-we-may-have-problem.html' title='I think we may have a problem!!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TSmDULTMulI/AAAAAAAADH8/phkkHjQU-FI/s72-c/166448_183643038326682_100000429604820_556925_3587533_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-212683760086309070</id><published>2011-01-02T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:28:14.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TSA2yyIWqTI/AAAAAAAADHo/bvcKB0Kn4lQ/s1600/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TSA2yyIWqTI/AAAAAAAADHo/bvcKB0Kn4lQ/s320/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557502186253363506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    True love is holding your sisters bink until she falls asleep...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-212683760086309070?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/212683760086309070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=212683760086309070&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/212683760086309070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/212683760086309070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-love.html' title='True love!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TSA2yyIWqTI/AAAAAAAADHo/bvcKB0Kn4lQ/s72-c/DSC01650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-6342331222553002885</id><published>2010-12-30T02:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:21:53.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must love dogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRxabVAf8nI/AAAAAAAADHc/EgtvML7AW38/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRxabVAf8nI/AAAAAAAADHc/EgtvML7AW38/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556415465810555506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Raptor..  We are dog sitting and he is super sweet..   And, a super loud snorer!!   His parents went back to the states for the holidays and they are snowed in, in Virginia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRxabAt_uMI/AAAAAAAADHU/syLapqIYHSw/s1600/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRxabAt_uMI/AAAAAAAADHU/syLapqIYHSw/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556415460364236994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raptor is very interested in Piper..  If she cries he runs around barking until one of us gets to her.  He is gentle and careful with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRxaaj4qSxI/AAAAAAAADHM/nJhSWhGM7wk/s1600/DSC01552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRxaaj4qSxI/AAAAAAAADHM/nJhSWhGM7wk/s320/DSC01552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556415452624341778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just as interested in him.  She really enjoys watching us play with him.. Sadly we have found out she is having a hard time with him.  It could be an allergy, or it could be she is just a bit to small to handle his dander.  Time will tell. &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  As much as we love having Raptor here I have come to realize that dogs are A LOT of work.  Add a baby to that and its never ending!    I am vacuuming, dusting, and scrubbing my house ALL day long..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a long time before we get a pup.  Anyone know of a good hairless breed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-6342331222553002885?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6342331222553002885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=6342331222553002885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6342331222553002885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6342331222553002885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/must-love-dogs.html' title='Must love dogs!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRxabVAf8nI/AAAAAAAADHc/EgtvML7AW38/s72-c/IMG_0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-226152442699442615</id><published>2010-12-27T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:58:19.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in translation...</title><content type='html'>We have lived in Japan for a long time now. (for a military family that moves every 2.6 years).   And I LOVE IT!  When we first moved here we were your typical military family/tourists.  Living in relative comfort (heat. a lovely sized house. and heat).  The best of both worlds.  Many of our weekends were spent on the train venturing out to see the sights.  I was determined to learn the language.   Speak if fluently.  I know, its what a lot of military wives say.. Hey, I was gonna learn to speak Italian when we lived there too.  But, you add kids, work, home and KIDS to your life and goals change.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Yoko we were and hour from Tokyo by train.. and I loved it!  Ian was home every day.. and I loved it... The boys were schooled at home.. and I loved it.  One day rolled into the next.  and I loved it... Then somewhere along about year 2.6 I started to realize that we would be moving.  And, true to Navy form we did.  We moved 16 hours south.  To a small town. (by Japanese standards)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality check time.. I was unpacking my house all by myself with 3 boys running around screaming their fool heads off...  By day 2 I was D.O.N.E..  We threw on our bathing suits and headed to the pool behind our house.   Ian was off playing Captain Hook, or Popeye (depending on the day and job).. and here I was in a foreign country (living in the sticks) raising these wonderfully.. amazing.. full of energy boys.   And, Ian was off  playing Captain Hook... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first few months things were good.  We ventured out as much as possible, ITT trips, driving to Jusco, Ramen at the local shop, and making new wonderful friends.  We all feel back into the dreaded sea duty with relative ease.  I was/am comfortable enough with Japan that venturing off alone with the kids was just fine..  And, hey, bonus the tolls are free until March.  Meaning I didn't have to worry about spending a fortune on toll roads.  if we got  lost...   Round about January 2010 things changed... I got the plus sign and we were off a running with plans of adding a new baby to the mix.  and I loved it.  Change is a good thing, and when that change is a beautiful, smell good, baby change is AMAZING!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adding Piper to the mix has been wonderful for our family, but not so wonderful for our adventurous spirit.   Its cold, wet, rainy, and cold!!  Babies born in the winter sort of get the short end of the stick in my opinion.  They are pretty much locked in the house, and quarantined from all of society.   (In Japan babies are kept in the house for 3 months no matter when they are born)..  But, life ebbs and flows.   Slow was good,  relaxing, sleeping,  living vicariously through my new born baby was grand.  Some days I would love to do nothing but, eat, sleep, poop, and sleep some more. Ah, the life...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We crawled through football by the skin of out teeth... and I was staring at Christmas on the horizon.  It has  been an amazing year..  TOTALLY amazing.  But, it has also been a big American year.  Not a lot of venturing out, no real trips to speak of, and very little  shopping at the local stores.   We seem to have survived most of the year close to home..    And, I loved it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to be able to be out and about, eating wonderful Japanese food, shopping in the Ginza (even if all I bought was a warm suit for Piper), and hitting up the local Starbucks for new mugs (yeah, I got 3) is bliss..  Oh, how I will miss Japan when its time to move.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In all the busy this week I got a call from a friend.. She is going to show me where the Gomi store is.. YEAH!!  And this ladies and gents is where I stepped in it..  I love a bargain.. Paying full price is for those rich folks that can afford to throw away money. If any of you are reading here, no need to throw it away just send it to me (message me for details on where to send said money)..  We are minimalists.. OK, with stuff not kids. Stuff minimalists... Kids not so much.  Most of what we own is second hand.  cheaper, and hello we move every 2.6 years.  Who wants to worry about expensive furniture being broken... When we know how much movers get paid.  (by the way they should get paid a lot more then they do)..  In my excitement to find a good bargain, and get out of my house. with NO KIDS!!  I called another friend to invite her.. I asked if she would like to go to the Gomi store and she would, so we start talking times, and in the background I can hear her Japanese friend asking about Gomi.  Yeah, she said we are all headed there Tuesday.. To the gomi store her friend asked?  Um, yep, you wanna come?  No... Her friend says you do know gomi means trash?  You are going to a trash store?  Well we are going to the second hand shops.. they call them gomi stores..  Who calls them Gomi stores?  Well, Sabrina does...  I quickly try and defend myself.. throwing another friend under the bus.  Well, yeah I call them Gomi because (so and so does).. Doesn't everyone call them gomi stores.. No, her friend says we call them recycle shops.. not trash store.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so we are going to a recycle shop today... and tomorrow I am ORDERING ROSETTA STONE JAPANESE... Or maybe JAPANESE FOR DUMMIES!!  Because after almost 5 years in Japan I had no idea how to say trash...*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-226152442699442615?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/226152442699442615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=226152442699442615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/226152442699442615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/226152442699442615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in translation...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-2620317516874903734</id><published>2010-12-26T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:57:46.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"and if they weren't so stupid, they'd be criminals"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRfVUuMd67I/AAAAAAAADHE/k61J0IAP1Rw/s1600/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRfVUuMd67I/AAAAAAAADHE/k61J0IAP1Rw/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143217359219634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian and I have spent our post Christmas time reading..  Mostly out loud to each other.. If you have a special guy in your life who will be celebrating a birthday or if you just want to blow 8 bucks on him buy him this book!    $#*! My Dad Says.  written by: Justin Halpern.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is just one of our favorite quotes..  We can not wait to use it on the teenager.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;On going to a party with no adults present.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Not a f-ing chance,....  yeah your responsible, but I've seen those kids you go to school with, and if they weren't so stupid they'd be criminals"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ah, parenting at its best.  I *heart* Justin's dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4186032532022609191-2620317516874903734?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2620317516874903734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=2620317516874903734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2620317516874903734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/2620317516874903734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-if-they-werent-so-stupid-theyd-be.html' title='&quot;and if they weren&apos;t so stupid, they&apos;d be criminals&quot;'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TRfVUuMd67I/AAAAAAAADHE/k61J0IAP1Rw/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-7899676699640991193</id><published>2010-12-11T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:36:05.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRB_I1LQ7I/AAAAAAAADGY/gj5D996dv4I/s1600/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRB_I1LQ7I/AAAAAAAADGY/gj5D996dv4I/s320/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549633193785377714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To crowd our small house with a HUGE beautiful tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRB-rzXweI/AAAAAAAADGQ/-hDRATiB2sQ/s1600/154116_177023375650475_163205253698954_547324_3972726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRB-rzXweI/AAAAAAAADGQ/-hDRATiB2sQ/s320/154116_177023375650475_163205253698954_547324_3972726_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549633185993179618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To spend 17 days with Ian and NO Navy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRBSuTRT2I/AAAAAAAADGA/htDyTEZstHY/s1600/67819_177023282317151_163205253698954_547314_5268566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRBSuTRT2I/AAAAAAAADGA/htDyTEZstHY/s320/67819_177023282317151_163205253698954_547314_5268566_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549632430749601634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To explain to the 10 year old why cutting your hair at school days before Christmas pictures is not the best idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRBSTpVVMI/AAAAAAAADF4/SqTctIiLHhA/s1600/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRBSTpVVMI/AAAAAAAADF4/SqTctIiLHhA/s320/DSC01525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549632423594382530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To wrestle a 9 week old baby into tights.. twice, because mommy forgot her t-shirt the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRBRxgo73I/AAAAAAAADFw/7gbg3EWwdBo/s1600/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRBRxgo73I/AAAAAAAADFw/7gbg3EWwdBo/s320/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549632414431113074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To bribe the 4 year old with cupcakes if he can stay clean for a picture with Santa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To try and chase down the teenager for a decent picture... As you can see I am still chasing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7899676699640991193?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7899676699640991193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7899676699640991193&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7899676699640991193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7899676699640991193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TQRB_I1LQ7I/AAAAAAAADGY/gj5D996dv4I/s72-c/DSC01488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-4970787971865607314</id><published>2010-12-02T03:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T14:12:16.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But, I have a good excuse!  or 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq-GW5-8gI/AAAAAAAADFg/lOmpFubdwgA/s1600/33608_171842492827394_100000049342139_577082_4584002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq-GW5-8gI/AAAAAAAADFg/lOmpFubdwgA/s320/33608_171842492827394_100000049342139_577082_4584002_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546954907497460226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These days life seems to be moving way to fast.   The teenager is a full fledged teenager with everything good and bad that comes along with that..   He is doing AMAZING in school, and is a huge help at home.  Watching him with Peyton and Piper makes my heart swell.   He really is turning into an amazing young man.  Now we just have to sort out what is going on with his eyes.  They seem to roll back into his head about 10 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq-GK-Wn4I/AAAAAAAADFY/UwXdCWT_pLY/s1600/DSC01466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq-GK-Wn4I/AAAAAAAADFY/UwXdCWT_pLY/s320/DSC01466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546954904294563714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq-FX7HnGI/AAAAAAAADFQ/8_6Aoec9H-I/s1600/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq-FX7HnGI/AAAAAAAADFQ/8_6Aoec9H-I/s320/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546954890590788706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piper is getting so big.  In just 8 weeks she has developed quite the personality.  Girls are defiantly different then boys.  She is very laid back (that comes from Ian), and very curious.  She wakes up smiling, and goes until her little eye lids just can't stay open anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq9K9yfCwI/AAAAAAAADFI/S8xuRYJ-c3c/s1600/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq9K9yfCwI/AAAAAAAADFI/S8xuRYJ-c3c/s320/DSC01321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546953887142841090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton has done amazingly well with Piper.  Ian and I were a bit worried about jealously issues.  Turns out we had nothing to worry about.  Peyton loves to sing to his baby sister, and tell her all about race cars.  Ian and I knew before Piper was born that we would need to give Peyton some extra one on one time and I really think that has made all the difference.   My baby boy will be turning 5 in just a few months...  The time is just flying by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq9KqjOoTI/AAAAAAAADFA/OVlIcTX6X5Q/s1600/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq9KqjOoTI/AAAAAAAADFA/OVlIcTX6X5Q/s320/DSC01481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546953881978577202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah and Peyton have become good friends over the last few months.   Noah is my nurturer, helping Peyton learn to tie his shoes,  count to 50 (over and over and over), and make his very own  PB&amp;amp;J.   Noah has the biggest heart.  I find myself amazed daily by his love for his family! He is one wonderful 10 year old!  We are still struggling along with school, but he will get it.  Things will be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq9KUV16wI/AAAAAAAADE4/jAWv-TwO8Xo/s1600/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq9KUV16wI/AAAAAAAADE4/jAWv-TwO8Xo/s320/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546953876016851714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq76QbyYDI/AAAAAAAADEw/F_zUq82jkas/s1600/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq76QbyYDI/AAAAAAAADEw/F_zUq82jkas/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546952500578508850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq750IwraI/AAAAAAAADEo/L4e2cYH2KzM/s1600/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq750IwraI/AAAAAAAADEo/L4e2cYH2KzM/s320/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546952492982513058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving has come and gone.  We all had a wonderful time.  Ian made it home just in time bringing with him a horrid cold.  Yep, we all got it.. I spent Thanksgiving coughing, sneezing, and with broken taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq75a0cmcI/AAAAAAAADEg/ErdY-BOqqpM/s1600/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq75a0cmcI/AAAAAAAADEg/ErdY-BOqqpM/s320/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546952486186424770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys had no such issues Thanksgiving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPeKAF1BBrI/AAAAAAAADEY/2OrvRY3qfRQ/s1600/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPeKAF1BBrI/AAAAAAAADEY/2OrvRY3qfRQ/s320/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546053200299230898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPeJ_-_EAPI/AAAAAAAADEQ/iWI5Y9tv-T0/s1600/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPeJ_-_EAPI/AAAAAAAADEQ/iWI5Y9tv-T0/s320/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546053198462320882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a baby in the winter is a lot of work!  All of the boys are spring babies..  So far we have already had to contend with a winter rash, a cold, and she is now getting over a runny nose.  Keeping her in the house helps but the boys seem to bring everything home with them.  We are going through hand sanitizer by the buckets!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPeJ_kjtX1I/AAAAAAAADEI/t_hMm8OM80k/s1600/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPeJ_kjtX1I/AAAAAAAADEI/t_hMm8OM80k/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546053191368269650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPeJ_fzzakI/AAAAAAAADEA/BK7rbo6mGsk/s1600/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPeJ_fzzakI/AAAAAAAADEA/BK7rbo6mGsk/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546053190093597250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all gearing up for Christmas..  Ian will be home on leave for 17 days.  This will be the longest leave period for Ian in 18 months..   I am praying the weather cooperates so we can venture out a bit.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it, 4 good excuses for not being around so much..  I think they are WONDERFUL excuses to have...  How are your excuses doing this winter season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4970787971865607314?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4970787971865607314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4970787971865607314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4970787971865607314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4970787971865607314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/12/but-i-have-good-excuse-or-4.html' title='But, I have a good excuse!  or 4!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TPq-GW5-8gI/AAAAAAAADFg/lOmpFubdwgA/s72-c/33608_171842492827394_100000049342139_577082_4584002_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-4625314589937981344</id><published>2010-11-20T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:47:11.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one down!!   35~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicsp8YDXI/AAAAAAAADD4/JA2gj19t3JQ/s1600/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicsp8YDXI/AAAAAAAADD4/JA2gj19t3JQ/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541851632466660722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian and I went out with some friends to celebrate me turning 35.     We had a great dinner, and lots of laughs.   The guys made it home just in time.  They all work so hard its nice to let loose once in a while and enjoy ourselves.  James (Mr. Flintstone) enjoyed himself A LOT!  You can enlarge the picture to see his chicken. Or not, your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicNo7rBXI/AAAAAAAADDw/TTam2zYn33w/s1600/DSC01401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicNo7rBXI/AAAAAAAADDw/TTam2zYn33w/s320/DSC01401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541851099619329394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner we ended up at the local pub to shoot pool and play darts.   Debbie, Jury, and I are on a mission to become better pool players.   While we were concentrating on our game Mr. Flintstone was singing to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicMg5cfnI/AAAAAAAADDo/JOAwSqkptCM/s1600/DSC01412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicMg5cfnI/AAAAAAAADDo/JOAwSqkptCM/s320/DSC01412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541851080282635890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its great to have friends..   sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicLtihWKI/AAAAAAAADDg/C_1V79y8Rfw/s1600/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicLtihWKI/AAAAAAAADDg/C_1V79y8Rfw/s320/DSC01415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541851066496276642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sally being Sally!  (my friends 4 year old named Ian, Sally and it has stuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicKtTl9dI/AAAAAAAADDY/d3BO6TamOB4/s1600/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicKtTl9dI/AAAAAAAADDY/d3BO6TamOB4/s320/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541851049253795282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All it all it was a great night with AMAZING friends.  Some of them will be moving away soon (That is the reality of Navy life)...   I am off to have some carrot cake made by my Peyton...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4625314589937981344?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4625314589937981344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4625314589937981344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4625314589937981344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4625314589937981344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-one-down-35.html' title='Another one down!!   35~'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TOicsp8YDXI/AAAAAAAADD4/JA2gj19t3JQ/s72-c/DSC01385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3796792618474916356</id><published>2010-11-13T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T16:55:35.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I married a Sailor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TN8zY44IRyI/AAAAAAAADDQ/dArNtoIJEHw/s1600/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TN8zY44IRyI/AAAAAAAADDQ/dArNtoIJEHw/s320/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539202569366685474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TN8zYnkI9JI/AAAAAAAADDI/86LND6aDKYo/s1600/DSC01318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TN8zYnkI9JI/AAAAAAAADDI/86LND6aDKYo/s320/DSC01318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539202564719441042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TN8zYXmSL_I/AAAAAAAADDA/08vVW6dRk5M/s1600/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TN8zYXmSL_I/AAAAAAAADDA/08vVW6dRk5M/s320/DSC01319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539202560433467378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you had to know it was going to happen!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3796792618474916356?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3796792618474916356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3796792618474916356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3796792618474916356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3796792618474916356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-i-married-sailor.html' title='Hello, I married a Sailor...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TN8zY44IRyI/AAAAAAAADDQ/dArNtoIJEHw/s72-c/DSC01316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-6043487862306002225</id><published>2010-11-01T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:42:21.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Weekend!!  To Holland by way of Japan..</title><content type='html'>Remember when we were kids?  Halloween was on October 31.  We would doll ourselves up like Madonna, grab a pillow case to collect candy in and off we would go.  Running up and down the neighborhoods begging adults for candy.  Candy that we were not supposed to eat until our parents checked it for safety...  Those were the days.  Now a days Halloween is a weekend long event.  The schools even get in on the action, no more wearing costumes to school. Nope, they just give the kids Friday off. Politically correctness rearing its ugly head!  We spent 3 days celebrating Halloween.  All in all it was a wonderful weekend.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM890Em4ScI/AAAAAAAADCo/JfBDaQ9ifNU/s1600/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM890Em4ScI/AAAAAAAADCo/JfBDaQ9ifNU/s320/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534710431860935106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper wore her tie dye outfit from Ami.Mental.  It was a BIG hit everywhere we went. Ami, you really should start selling your creations.  I had several moms ask where they could get these for their little ones. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM89MvTdYwI/AAAAAAAADCg/BIdj68rcj64/s1600/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM89MvTdYwI/AAAAAAAADCg/BIdj68rcj64/s320/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534709756127437570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frick and Frack spent Friday hanging out with their friends.  Brandon has become our adopted son of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM89MPG7-wI/AAAAAAAADCY/d57OeS8YadA/s1600/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM89MPG7-wI/AAAAAAAADCY/d57OeS8YadA/s320/DSC01172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534709747484982018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton had a Halloween party at his Pre K.  We played some silly games.  Peyton and I had to hold giant marshmallow's in our mouth while we said Happy Halloween.  It really was a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM89L7v4dQI/AAAAAAAADCQ/wrLJ1lCN68M/s1600/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM89L7v4dQI/AAAAAAAADCQ/wrLJ1lCN68M/s320/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534709742288008450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday morning Peyton took part in the Halloween parade.  He really wanted to be the green Luigi.  I was able to find him a costume at Costumes Express.  It even managed to get here on time.  Score one for mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM89LvtkT0I/AAAAAAAADCI/ttXb1fvLl5o/s1600/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM89LvtkT0I/AAAAAAAADCI/ttXb1fvLl5o/s320/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534709739057073986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday a couple of friends and I took the kids to Husi Ten Bosch.  Its a theme park right across the street from where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM87mrMkSKI/AAAAAAAADCA/A7y_9dKR3k4/s1600/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM87mrMkSKI/AAAAAAAADCA/A7y_9dKR3k4/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534708002678130850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huis Ten Bosch, is a replication of a town in Holland here in Japan.  Over the last few years they have been loosing money.  So this year they tried celebrating.  All in all I think it was a success.  We were able to get in for free, all we had to pay for was our lunch.  I am a huge fan of FREE!  The weather was just beautiful for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM87mExT-iI/AAAAAAAADB4/9z0DtIWLK60/s1600/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM87mExT-iI/AAAAAAAADB4/9z0DtIWLK60/s320/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534707992363268642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was their first annual Halloween parade.  Halloween is new here in Japan.  The Japanese people really get into dressing up.  I think Halloween will really become a huge hit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM87lvHdZ7I/AAAAAAAADBw/ZB8_WcpPfUU/s1600/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM87lvHdZ7I/AAAAAAAADBw/ZB8_WcpPfUU/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534707986550581170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the costumes are a bit funny, others are very elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM87lLUWOdI/AAAAAAAADBo/R7oM7xAPG-c/s1600/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM87lLUWOdI/AAAAAAAADBo/R7oM7xAPG-c/s320/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534707976940960210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We marched in the Parade.  The entire way they were singing what I believe was some form of Monster Mash... Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM855Ai6knI/AAAAAAAADBg/fYr_pR-fZgc/s1600/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM855Ai6knI/AAAAAAAADBg/fYr_pR-fZgc/s320/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534706118623400562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the parade ended we had lunch, and then spent some time walking around.  Ian and I are going to get a year pass.  It is a wonderful place to have a nice dinner and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM854zLdHqI/AAAAAAAADBY/I-qPW43gDHw/s1600/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM854zLdHqI/AAAAAAAADBY/I-qPW43gDHw/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534706115035340450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM854YFv24I/AAAAAAAADBQ/79U-2WHy9C8/s1600/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM854YFv24I/AAAAAAAADBQ/79U-2WHy9C8/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534706107763645314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM84luE-P8I/AAAAAAAADBI/_ZlXhbBagjA/s1600/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM84luE-P8I/AAAAAAAADBI/_ZlXhbBagjA/s320/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534704687736831938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time we hit the parking lot  they were both out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM84lQRs7pI/AAAAAAAADBA/e1SNr-c2-sg/s1600/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM84lQRs7pI/AAAAAAAADBA/e1SNr-c2-sg/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534704679737159314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM84lIN9bHI/AAAAAAAADA4/pk2-XmMs2Sk/s1600/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM84lIN9bHI/AAAAAAAADA4/pk2-XmMs2Sk/s320/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534704677573979250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday night I had a friends daughter come stay with the baby for a couple of hours.  I headed to the pub with a couple of friends.  We dressed up as our husbands for the night. It was a blast, and the coveralls are SO comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM84khiIZHI/AAAAAAAADAw/uFgqlIlOq3c/s1600/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM84khiIZHI/AAAAAAAADAw/uFgqlIlOq3c/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534704667189601394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween morning Peyton and I hit the store for a few essentials.  We came home and made sugar cookies to decorate.  He was more interested in eating the toppings the actually decorating the cookies.  The older boys wanted no part of cookie decorations.  Maybe next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM829jcGJXI/AAAAAAAADAo/f5jwcqDSUNY/s1600/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM829jcGJXI/AAAAAAAADAo/f5jwcqDSUNY/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534702898174633330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween night Peyton, Piper and I dressed up and headed out for some candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM829ftm3oI/AAAAAAAADAg/CPfZs6tGyJ0/s1600/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM829ftm3oI/AAAAAAAADAg/CPfZs6tGyJ0/s320/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534702897174339202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Trick or Treating we headed to a friends house for a wonderful dinner of Menudo, rice and salad.  We were all tired from the weekend.   But, Piper and I managed to find time to shop online.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM829NDcTOI/AAAAAAAADAY/dL9Xf40rFfw/s1600/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM829NDcTOI/AAAAAAAADAY/dL9Xf40rFfw/s320/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534702892165647586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is really starting to smile a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM828nObGPI/AAAAAAAADAQ/LzUbdcK1aTw/s1600/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM828nObGPI/AAAAAAAADAQ/LzUbdcK1aTw/s320/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534702882011158770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I got the kids settled, Piper had a bath.  She really does love the water.  It was a wonderful way to end the weekend.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today finds me cleaning up the aftermath of our party hard weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful and Happy Halloween!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-6043487862306002225?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6043487862306002225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=6043487862306002225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6043487862306002225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6043487862306002225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-weekend-to-holland-by-way-of.html' title='Halloween Weekend!!  To Holland by way of Japan..'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TM890Em4ScI/AAAAAAAADCo/JfBDaQ9ifNU/s72-c/DSC01268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8334398419759692728</id><published>2010-10-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:18:20.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mardi Gras Ninja!!!</title><content type='html'>Halloween is right around the corner.  Where has this year gone?  Days seem to roll right into each other.  The boys are FANTABULOUS...   Football starts today.. YEAH ME!  Saturdays morning games once again.  I really do love watching my boys play football I just wish we could do it around noon or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTrf2zqkdI/AAAAAAAAC-w/bIMOswzdafA/s1600/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTrf2zqkdI/AAAAAAAAC-w/bIMOswzdafA/s320/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531805174838497746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton and I spent quite a bit of time picking out his costume.  I really hope its in the mail today.  We are getting down to the wire here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTrfmKJRnI/AAAAAAAAC-o/vNEv9XimpMc/s1600/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTrfmKJRnI/AAAAAAAAC-o/vNEv9XimpMc/s320/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531805170369382002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTqxYcCB8I/AAAAAAAAC-g/qD_cla3TKxo/s1600/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTqxYcCB8I/AAAAAAAAC-g/qD_cla3TKxo/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531804376412325826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys have all 3 taken to Pier.   They help with everything but diapers.  Having so many tiny hands to help out is wonderful.  Last night I was cooking dinner (yep, I do that on occasion) and Piper started crying.  Christopher pulled her out of her swing and walked her around singing to her so I could finish.  Its great!!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTqxMuTIqI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/cJv9ATFFx6o/s1600/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTqxMuTIqI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/cJv9ATFFx6o/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531804373267718818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton and I have talked and decided that if his costume doesn't arrive he will be a Mardi Gras Ninja.. I think it works?  What do you thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTqw6_ozRI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/t8Sjy8c9O6I/s1600/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTqw6_ozRI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/t8Sjy8c9O6I/s320/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531804368508603666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian will be home in just a few weeks.  YEAH US!  We all miss him terribly.  Having him home for those 6 days after Piper was born was great, but I am really ready for him to be home.  He will have to leave again for just a few days, but from the sounds of it he will be home until the beginning of January.  He may even be able to take some much needed leave.  That would be one amazing Christmas present!   Cross your fingers and toes........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8334398419759692728?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8334398419759692728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8334398419759692728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8334398419759692728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8334398419759692728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/mardi-gras-ninja.html' title='The Mardi Gras Ninja!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMTrf2zqkdI/AAAAAAAAC-w/bIMOswzdafA/s72-c/DSC01067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8159398990151240898</id><published>2010-10-21T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T02:31:10.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well there has to be some apple in Apple Jacks!!! Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMAFTsseabI/AAAAAAAAC-A/sFZexl4rnLE/s1600/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMAFTsseabI/AAAAAAAAC-A/sFZexl4rnLE/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530426178384325042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all finding a balance. Even if dinner tonight was Apple Jacks!  Everyone is up, dressed, and in school when they need to be.. Peyton is still getting his much needed play dough, and story time, and I am managing to get enough sleep to walk around with 1 eye open most days.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say the transition from 3 kids to 4 has gone much smoother then I ever imagined.  Going from 2 to 3 was ROUGH!  I think once you get past 3 its just a matter of finding a big enough car.  Someone once told me that when there are more kids in the house then parents then its all down hill anyway... Maybe they are right.  Who knows?  I know having 4 kids so spread out in age has a lot to do with how well I am doing.  I could not imagine having 4 small babies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting ready for the holidays.  Oh, how I love this time of year.  The nice fall weather, getting dressed up and begging others for their candy.  Then a mere 3 weeks later stuffing our faces with turkey. (don't we have the best holidays in America) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I really do love fall.    This year I have vowed to start my Christmas shopping early, (for that it means Dec 1).  If I make that goal good, if not well I have a new baby (boy I can use that excuse for ANYTHING)... Once you have 4 kids people tend to nod and agree that you have your hand full! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do love having my hands full!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8159398990151240898?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8159398990151240898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8159398990151240898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8159398990151240898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8159398990151240898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-there-has-to-be-some-apple-in.html' title='Well there has to be some apple in Apple Jacks!!! Right?'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TMAFTsseabI/AAAAAAAAC-A/sFZexl4rnLE/s72-c/DSC01109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-5851426565016244152</id><published>2010-10-17T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:40:28.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a baby in Japan (Part 1)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLuooblolhI/AAAAAAAAC94/YtRxHjqXRcY/s1600/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLuooblolhI/AAAAAAAAC94/YtRxHjqXRcY/s320/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529198380081255954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at Higashijima at 9:30 Monday morning.   The nurses took us to our room and left me to rest for a bit.  About 10 am they started my induction.  In Japan they use something called a balloon.  To be honest IT HURT for the first 30 minutes or so.  They also gave me a pill ever hour.  I have no idea what said pill was, I just took it.   A lot of having a baby in a foreign country is based on trust.  I trusted that the nurses and doctor knew what they were doing.  After all Japanese women have babies here all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLuooOVBk4I/AAAAAAAAC9w/b01t2xVTZBk/s1600/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLuooOVBk4I/AAAAAAAAC9w/b01t2xVTZBk/s320/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529198376521929602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the first half of my induction Ian just hung out, trying to watch Japanese TV.  We watched cooking shows.  You really can learn to cook almost anything (even with a language barrier) by watching them make it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLuonuj8QDI/AAAAAAAAC9o/qO_eL5XcJzE/s1600/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLuonuj8QDI/AAAAAAAAC9o/qO_eL5XcJzE/s320/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529198367994560562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At around noon they brought me lunch.  At first I thought this was for Ian, but the nurse made it CRYSTAL clear that this food was for ME.  She eyeballed Ian and Mika (I had my friend there with me) letting them know this food was not for them.  As appetising as the lunch looked there was no way I was eating. Sometime around 1 PM the nurse takes me to the exam room for the doctor to check me.  I was already 5 cm.  Things were moving right along.  Higashijima asked me if I wanted pain medicine.  He knows and understands that American women are used to pain meds when they deliver.  I really didn't need anything at that time so I told him no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLunNd_lPBI/AAAAAAAAC9g/A-3e5WBti_Y/s1600/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLunNd_lPBI/AAAAAAAAC9g/A-3e5WBti_Y/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529196817358863378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were still giving me the same pill every hour and about 3 PM they brought me in a wonderful snack.  Again the nurse made it clear the snack was for ME.  So it sat untouched. ( I did eat it after I delivered Piper and it was SO good). My friend Debbie showed up to feed Ian and Mika Subway.  (more to come on the food later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLunM9-58HI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/EnuF0kyNl-I/s1600/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLunM9-58HI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/EnuF0kyNl-I/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529196808766091378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By 4 I was dilated 8 cm, and the Dr. wanted to break my water.  I asked him to please give me one more hour to see if I could walk my way to delivery.  I walked this tiny hallway for most of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLunL5w07tI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/TMVW8BAEJsc/s1600/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLunL5w07tI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/TMVW8BAEJsc/s320/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529196790453432018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things in Japan are not high tech.  In the States, when you are in labor the doctors put you in bed, hook you up to monitors and that is where you sit!  Here in Japan they do keep track of your contractions, in a very low tech way.  They gave Ian a clip board with a worksheet.  It was his job to track my contractions.  In theory that works I am sure.  In our case I would have a contraction, stop, breath through it and all was well.  More then once Ian would say "Are you having one?  Babe, you have to tell me when it starts".  And I would just roll my eyes and keep walking.   Ian tried, I have to give him credit.  But, really I think theses exist to give the husbands something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLunLauLTTI/AAAAAAAAC9I/cyKFoSlmgaQ/s1600/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLunLauLTTI/AAAAAAAAC9I/cyKFoSlmgaQ/s320/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529196782120815922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 5:30 they moved me to the delivery chair.  Now this chair is not so bad, but it was strange.  Again, because I was a bit out of my comfort zone I was really nervous about delivering in this thing.  I did have to have some Pitocin, and an Epidural.  ( for the record, the epidural is the same as in the states, they just put it up higher in your back) The funny thing is to give me the Epidural they had to move me to another room.   I added it up and, before she was born I was moved to 4 different rooms!   To be honest once labor started,  I didn't even think about the chair.   Once Piper was born a shelf just seemed to appear at the bottom of the chair, and the Dr. just laid her on the shelf.  Ian though that was the coolest thing! The Dr. let Ian cut the cord, then they put Piper in a pink laundry basket.  I really wish I would have gotten a picture of her in that basket.  It had Ian and I cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLulnFOlScI/AAAAAAAAC9A/jDo3uipM3eU/s1600/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLulnFOlScI/AAAAAAAAC9A/jDo3uipM3eU/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529195058364238274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nurses took Piper to yet another room, cleaned her up, gave her a quick bath, and weighed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLulm5qkVLI/AAAAAAAAC84/2Cm69MuT5_g/s1600/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLulm5qkVLI/AAAAAAAAC84/2Cm69MuT5_g/s320/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529195055260390578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piper only cried for a few seconds after they smacked her on the bottom.  YEP! They still do that here.  They explained that they needed her to cry for a bit to clear her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLulmgfFJjI/AAAAAAAAC8w/4ENrvCkV7mM/s1600/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLulmgfFJjI/AAAAAAAAC8w/4ENrvCkV7mM/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529195048501323314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once she was all cleaned up, the nurse reluctantly handed her to Ian.  They are not accustomed to having fathers so involved.  The entire stay at the hospital every time they noticed Ian feeding Piper, changing her diaper, or holding her they would get a nervous look and sort of hang around and make sure he was doing everything right.  Ian just took it all in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLulmCHwxEI/AAAAAAAAC8o/W05hum3CaQE/s1600/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLulmCHwxEI/AAAAAAAAC8o/W05hum3CaQE/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529195040350454850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They let Ian bring Piper into the delivery room so I could see her.  Here in Japan babies are kept in the nursery.  For the first 18 hours they are not allowed to have anything to eat except sugar water.  We did comply with the sugar water rule, but we requested that Piper stay in our room at ALL times.  For the most part they were OK with it.  They did come and take her away each day to have a bath, and so they could monitor her.  When you have a baby in Japan they average hospital stay is 5 days for normal delivery, and 7-9 days for c section (At least at Dr. Higashijima's hospital).  I spoke with the Dr. and he allowed us to go home after only 3 days.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say the experience was wonderful.  Sasebo Navy base doesn't have a hospital capable of delivering babies.  A lot of pregnant women are nervous about having babies here in Japan.  You hear a lot about how they do not give pain meds, and they expect you to be quiet during delivery.  In my experience that was not the case at all.  Dr. Higashijima listened to what I wanted, and allowed me to go at my pace....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....to be continued.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I realize that I had my baby in a private Japanese hospital, and that had I had her at a public hospital my experience would have been very different.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5851426565016244152?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5851426565016244152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5851426565016244152&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5851426565016244152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5851426565016244152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/having-baby-in-japan-part-1.html' title='Having a baby in Japan (Part 1)...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLuooblolhI/AAAAAAAAC94/YtRxHjqXRcY/s72-c/DSC00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8291527915761415591</id><published>2010-10-13T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:00:12.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for Emma's heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLabCikFZYI/AAAAAAAAC8g/wKYkx7UwZLA/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLabCikFZYI/AAAAAAAAC8g/wKYkx7UwZLA/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527776060584060290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper and her cousin Emma were born on the same day.  Emma was born October 4 at 8:44 am. She was born with Hypoplastic left heart syndrome.   Her parents Scott and Sarah are in need of prayers and good thoughts!    To read her story visit www.emmajanae.blogspot.com.   We are all praying for little Emma....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8291527915761415591?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8291527915761415591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8291527915761415591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8291527915761415591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8291527915761415591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/hope-for-emmas-heart.html' title='Hope for Emma&apos;s heart!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLabCikFZYI/AAAAAAAAC8g/wKYkx7UwZLA/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-679769400259558240</id><published>2010-10-10T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:57:48.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her own fan club!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLJudeUVHFI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/Sfz7XEXekbY/s1600/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLJudeUVHFI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/Sfz7XEXekbY/s320/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526601145370614866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLJuc8v11DI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/0dxesfgvyY0/s1600/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLJuc8v11DI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/0dxesfgvyY0/s320/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526601136359199794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLJucQooriI/AAAAAAAAC8I/i2tYE4jRZTs/s1600/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLJucQooriI/AAAAAAAAC8I/i2tYE4jRZTs/s320/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526601124517817890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am no longer the queen of my castle.  That title has now been passed down to Piper.  The boys (all 4 of them) are TOTALLY in love!!  There really is something cool about having a baby girl in the house.  The minute she lets out a whimper they all come running!     I love watching them all with her.  She will forever have 4 boys and men in her life to treasure her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-679769400259558240?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/679769400259558240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=679769400259558240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/679769400259558240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/679769400259558240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/her-own-fan-club.html' title='Her own fan club!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TLJudeUVHFI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/Sfz7XEXekbY/s72-c/DSC01040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-6831503071125139215</id><published>2010-10-05T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:34:54.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBDVAP9II/AAAAAAAAC7g/zVkwQhgU8-w/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBDVAP9II/AAAAAAAAC7g/zVkwQhgU8-w/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524791999566181506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piper Kloe-Nia (pronounced N-eye-ah)  was born October 4 at 6:56 pm.  She weighed 3272 grams, and was 50 centimeters long.  (7 pounds 3 ounces and 19 inches).    Having a baby in Japan was AMAZING!  I will be back to blog about it in a day or 2 after I have some more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBDGvREUI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/tIv8ufE2w04/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBDGvREUI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/tIv8ufE2w04/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524791995736854850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping with daddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBC8yMSFI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/bC60nrNQeuM/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBC8yMSFI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/bC60nrNQeuM/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524791993064769618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready to go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBCnhNiiI/AAAAAAAAC7I/K8s5IPNCHBA/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBCnhNiiI/AAAAAAAAC7I/K8s5IPNCHBA/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524791987356404258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dr. Higashijima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-6831503071125139215?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6831503071125139215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=6831503071125139215&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6831503071125139215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/6831503071125139215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-baby-girl.html' title='New Baby Girl!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKwBDVAP9II/AAAAAAAAC7g/zVkwQhgU8-w/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-4889349680459730092</id><published>2010-09-30T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T03:00:49.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A welcome surprise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKRe7WsWEEI/AAAAAAAAC7A/EhLciSqEEyM/s1600/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKRe7WsWEEI/AAAAAAAAC7A/EhLciSqEEyM/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522643416859938882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian is home!  He will be here when I deliver the bean..  Due to a change in his ships schedule he was able to come home today for 12 days!   We didn't find out for sure that he would be here until 2 days ago, and I am SO VERY HAPPY!   We see the bean doctor tomorrow, and if he doesn't admit me then I will be admitted Monday morning.    Say a little prayer that he keeps me tomorrow......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4889349680459730092?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4889349680459730092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4889349680459730092&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4889349680459730092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4889349680459730092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome-surprise.html' title='A welcome surprise!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TKRe7WsWEEI/AAAAAAAAC7A/EhLciSqEEyM/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-925271250520415140</id><published>2010-09-29T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T03:35:23.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of course I have to pick sides!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;GO NAVY!!!!!! BEAT AIR FORCE!!&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/l_0cuVeaecQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_0cuVeaecQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_0cuVeaecQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-925271250520415140?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/925271250520415140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=925271250520415140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/925271250520415140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/925271250520415140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-course-i-have-to-pick-sides.html' title='Of course I have to pick sides!!!!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-1211372977337145078</id><published>2010-09-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:06:40.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My green kangaroo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-VOqezeI/AAAAAAAAC6g/8LSCtar6RZI/s1600/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-VOqezeI/AAAAAAAAC6g/8LSCtar6RZI/s400/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520637252660547042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few months ago grandma sent us a book.  The One in the Middle is the Green Kangaroo.  Its all about being the middle child.  And, dealing with older and younger siblings.  Noah and I have read it over and over.  Noah is my Green Kangaroo.    He marches to the beat of his own drum.  Always has.  He talks a mile a minute trying to get his thoughts out before the teenager or toddler can interrupt him.  Most days he is off with his friends until the street lights come on.  In the last couple of weeks he has gone rock climbing,  had pizza and movie night, and taken a nutrition class for pre teens.  All of this he has done without me!!  It breaks my heart.  I want to see my baby rock climbing, and making pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-U2C4eFI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/XFAkDMrmBco/s1600/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-U2C4eFI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/XFAkDMrmBco/s400/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520637246052005970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I called foul and made him spend the ENTIRE day with dear old mom!  He decided (with A LOT of persuasion on my part) that he wanted his hair cut.  We ventured to main base and spent some time looking through a magazine trying to find the perfect cut.  We laughed at some of the haircuts boys are getting now a days. Anyone else wonder what these kids are thinking?  Noah picked out his new haircut and the poor Japanese barber spent forever cutting his hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-UadeN5I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/65vVO8oZnLE/s1600/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-UadeN5I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/65vVO8oZnLE/s400/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520637238647338898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped by and grabbed some Lego's', had lunch,  and caught up with each other.  I miss my Green Kangaroo.  I look at him and want to put him back in my pouch.  Keep him safe, and SLOW him down. I have set a "spend time with mom" schedule.  We will see how that goes.  If all else fails I am fully prepared to ground him if necessary!  (I am mom, I can think of something to ground him for)  It seems to me middle children grow to fast.   They are in such a hurry to catch up to or leave behind one sibling or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-UA1xylI/AAAAAAAAC6I/pECeMhZv4PI/s1600/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-UA1xylI/AAAAAAAAC6I/pECeMhZv4PI/s400/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520637231769963090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do any of you have middle children?  Were you a middle child?   I know in my heart Noah will find his place I just want his place to be right here at home with mom!!!!  At least until he is 30 or so.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1211372977337145078?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1211372977337145078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1211372977337145078&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1211372977337145078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1211372977337145078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-green-kangaroo.html' title='My green kangaroo...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJ0-VOqezeI/AAAAAAAAC6g/8LSCtar6RZI/s72-c/DSC00937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-7062359365071101924</id><published>2010-09-22T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T02:59:46.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>280 days...40 weeks..9 months!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnPQJJYEMI/AAAAAAAAC6A/bUG_IWYHnzs/s1600/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnPQJJYEMI/AAAAAAAAC6A/bUG_IWYHnzs/s400/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519670694559355074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am 38 weeks pregnant, and oh so ready to have the bean...  I feel as big as a house.  As of yesterday if I have not delivered the bean by Oct. 1 then Dr. Higashijima will induce me on Oct. 4.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnO2CQCPII/AAAAAAAAC54/QWpuGQ3KQD4/s1600/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnO2CQCPII/AAAAAAAAC54/QWpuGQ3KQD4/s400/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519670246031637634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bag is packed and sitting in the hall way.  My friends are all on baby watch.   As I was typing this Noah asked how many more days until I will stay at the hospital.. 11 days at the most.  Time is flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnO16DFZNI/AAAAAAAAC5w/k4z5U953UAs/s1600/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnO16DFZNI/AAAAAAAAC5w/k4z5U953UAs/s400/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519670243829834962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything in the house is ready.    I have baskets everywhere.  I love baskets for baby stuff.  They are easy to transport and reusable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnO1TMigwI/AAAAAAAAC5o/p78urV6uzzA/s1600/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnO1TMigwI/AAAAAAAAC5o/p78urV6uzzA/s400/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519670233400509186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermission:  Peyton dancing...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnN1q3gOdI/AAAAAAAAC5g/keQDBRGpdTQ/s1600/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnN1q3gOdI/AAAAAAAAC5g/keQDBRGpdTQ/s400/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519669140243102162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her baby crib.  I love the white furniture.. Now all I need is a dresser that matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnN1QMtjxI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/uGdDvrqUimI/s1600/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnN1QMtjxI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/uGdDvrqUimI/s400/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519669133084299026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian picked out her bedding set.  I really do love the color scheme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnN1OUZNYI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/sC-k1R1jQ6s/s1600/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnN1OUZNYI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/sC-k1R1jQ6s/s400/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519669132579648898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I plan to spend the next week or 2 hanging out with the boys, watching movies, and just plain relaxing.  We are all in wait for the bean mode!!  I really hope to have her soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7062359365071101924?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7062359365071101924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7062359365071101924&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7062359365071101924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7062359365071101924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/280-days40-weeks9-months.html' title='280 days...40 weeks..9 months!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJnPQJJYEMI/AAAAAAAAC6A/bUG_IWYHnzs/s72-c/DSC00935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1422019641849847466</id><published>2010-09-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T02:08:47.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Mail!!!</title><content type='html'>After my appointment with the bean doctor (all is well still no bean) I stopped by the post office.  My box from Ami. Mental arrived.  I was super excited to see what she sent me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhSyjOZ5xI/AAAAAAAAC4o/rosIM9dOTjs/s1600/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhSyjOZ5xI/AAAAAAAAC4o/rosIM9dOTjs/s400/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519252371745138450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhSyH3--hI/AAAAAAAAC4g/bI2BbmIyJMw/s1600/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhSyH3--hI/AAAAAAAAC4g/bI2BbmIyJMw/s400/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519252364403341842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You HAVE TO CLICK on these pictures.. I mean have to have to!  She MADE all of these.  Tie dyed them herself.  Ami you really need to start your own shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhSxTE-0nI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/-DPzYjfkuXI/s1600/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhSxTE-0nI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/-DPzYjfkuXI/s400/DSC00888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519252350230778482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhR1I6R1wI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/_7KUxtedgJk/s1600/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhR1I6R1wI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/_7KUxtedgJk/s400/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519251316709381890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is by far my favorite!  Ian and I decided not to do a theme for the bean..   We picked out colors to do here nursery in.. Her colors are lime green and pink... AND,  look at this PERFECT outfit...  She put little hearts on the butt of the pants.. I can not wait to take pictures of her in this outfit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhR0SVHpPI/AAAAAAAAC4I/9Zv-AATBS5s/s1600/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhR0SVHpPI/AAAAAAAAC4I/9Zv-AATBS5s/s400/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519251302058009842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys and I were so excited to look at all the clothes..  I can not say Thank you enough.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhRzjh6RHI/AAAAAAAAC4A/-qrilC9SjbE/s1600/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhRzjh6RHI/AAAAAAAAC4A/-qrilC9SjbE/s400/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519251289495192690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She sent me small, medium, and large PJ's....  2 Summer outfits.  I am looking for green shoes to match.  Anyone else super excited about shoe shopping for a girl? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhRyxMHTAI/AAAAAAAAC34/9Um7ttlLhC8/s1600/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhRyxMHTAI/AAAAAAAAC34/9Um7ttlLhC8/s400/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519251275981999106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She sent me 2 receiving blankets for the bean.   Again Thank you!!  Our little bean will be styling all over the base!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1422019641849847466?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1422019641849847466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1422019641849847466&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1422019641849847466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1422019641849847466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/mental-mail.html' title='Mental Mail!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJhSyjOZ5xI/AAAAAAAAC4o/rosIM9dOTjs/s72-c/DSC00885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3605519107288695637</id><published>2010-09-19T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:06:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being FAT is now illegal in Japan. ;)</title><content type='html'>What do you all think?&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/L1hqHo6lyUU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1hqHo6lyUU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1hqHo6lyUU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3605519107288695637?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3605519107288695637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3605519107288695637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3605519107288695637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3605519107288695637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-fat-is-now-illegal-in-japan.html' title='Being FAT is now illegal in Japan. ;)'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-3690469571738650534</id><published>2010-09-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:20:07.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJWO4qtdSBI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Gm_8vGigWXQ/s1600/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJWO4qtdSBI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Gm_8vGigWXQ/s400/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518474022601181202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These days I need sleep more than ever!  I don't remember being this tired with the boys.  &lt;div&gt;Off to take a nap!!!!!  I hope to have baby news soon~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3690469571738650534?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3690469571738650534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3690469571738650534&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3690469571738650534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3690469571738650534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/tired.html' title='TIRED!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TJWO4qtdSBI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Gm_8vGigWXQ/s72-c/DSC00815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-1023672939726887316</id><published>2010-09-11T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T06:54:31.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIuJ2GnrUGI/AAAAAAAAC3g/7K_6lCUkkvs/s1600/60571_1511372498960_1073814273_1512202_4722003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIuJ2GnrUGI/AAAAAAAAC3g/7K_6lCUkkvs/s400/60571_1511372498960_1073814273_1512202_4722003_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515653731228274786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-1023672939726887316?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1023672939726887316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=1023672939726887316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1023672939726887316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/1023672939726887316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/9112010.html' title='9/11/2010'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIuJ2GnrUGI/AAAAAAAAC3g/7K_6lCUkkvs/s72-c/60571_1511372498960_1073814273_1512202_4722003_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-8659011606708834695</id><published>2010-09-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:16:32.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up!</title><content type='html'>Pictures of the kids.... Christopher is still really into skateboarding.  I am still really into him wearing a helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa2pWmBdiI/AAAAAAAAC3U/ASd4YIndxnk/s1600/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa2pWmBdiI/AAAAAAAAC3U/ASd4YIndxnk/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514295615317702178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah, Peyton and Mr. J were having a great time at the pool party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa2o-vj6nI/AAAAAAAAC3M/BYkERvowi7M/s1600/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa2o-vj6nI/AAAAAAAAC3M/BYkERvowi7M/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514295608915257970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought the COOLEST Pirate counting came a couple of weeks ago at a yard sale.. Purchase price was $2.  We LOVE, LOVE this game.  Peyton has to work on counting and adding (small numbers) to win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa2oZIeyMI/AAAAAAAAC3E/KY5FZLSxEFU/s1600/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa2oZIeyMI/AAAAAAAAC3E/KY5FZLSxEFU/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514295598819231938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knows what they were all watching... Probably something on YouTube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa1MpUA2eI/AAAAAAAAC28/xp9SsMeJvqw/s1600/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa1MpUA2eI/AAAAAAAAC28/xp9SsMeJvqw/s320/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294022614604258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peyton started soccer.  He had an absolute blast.   His coach Stephanie is a long time family friend. (Mr. J's daughter) We have been stationed together for 4 years now.  Stephanie babysat Peyton as a baby in Yoko.   She is very good with little kids.  Her patience astounds me,  and all the kids really respond to her.  She makes everything fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa1MCVhDmI/AAAAAAAAC20/synE0_IvUT4/s1600/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa1MCVhDmI/AAAAAAAAC20/synE0_IvUT4/s320/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294012151926370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kicking the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa1LhM8AHI/AAAAAAAAC2s/Wz8itep_GLE/s1600/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa1LhM8AHI/AAAAAAAAC2s/Wz8itep_GLE/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294003257573490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running laps.  I am 36 weeks pregnant so poor Peyton is stuck running alone.  He doesn't mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa0EaonjJI/AAAAAAAAC2k/WOtx6CDrEjE/s1600/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa0EaonjJI/AAAAAAAAC2k/WOtx6CDrEjE/s320/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514292781723913362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa0D2zPaPI/AAAAAAAAC2c/qEdPIE8p2Wk/s1600/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa0D2zPaPI/AAAAAAAAC2c/qEdPIE8p2Wk/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514292772104792306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago I was able to take Peyton to Disney on Ice.  We had a great time.  Of course his favorite part was Lightening McQueen.  The entire show was in Japanese but we didn't mind~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa0DRttjZI/AAAAAAAAC2U/WeotNweImro/s1600/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa0DRttjZI/AAAAAAAAC2U/WeotNweImro/s320/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514292762149490066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIHNhu7ppmI/AAAAAAAAC2M/g5xeU9bis-k/s1600/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIHNhu7ppmI/AAAAAAAAC2M/g5xeU9bis-k/s320/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512913398295799394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIHNhKGyn1I/AAAAAAAAC2E/AJCTfwvGGsM/s1600/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIHNhKGyn1I/AAAAAAAAC2E/AJCTfwvGGsM/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512913388410412882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only part of the show that we didn't understand was Tinker Bell.   Am I the only one on the planet that had NO IDEA she had her own movie?  Peyton napped a bit and I tried my best to keep up.  I still really have no clue.  It may be time to rent the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIHNgQyUwFI/AAAAAAAAC18/8CML1fEnTc4/s1600/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIHNgQyUwFI/AAAAAAAAC18/8CML1fEnTc4/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512913373023748178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next couple of weeks should be nice and quiet.  Getting ready for the bean, and the boys are gearing up for the school year.   Soon it will be cooling off and we can all start preparing for Halloween.  Man this year has flown by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-8659011606708834695?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8659011606708834695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=8659011606708834695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8659011606708834695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/8659011606708834695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch up!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TIa2pWmBdiI/AAAAAAAAC3U/ASd4YIndxnk/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-4605443298771182622</id><published>2010-09-01T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:02:41.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TH9JHxHOJhI/AAAAAAAAC1U/iFajCT9TZ1g/s1600/41010_430378513257_94347828257_4836509_7191889_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TH9JHxHOJhI/AAAAAAAAC1U/iFajCT9TZ1g/s320/41010_430378513257_94347828257_4836509_7191889_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512204866716313106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We said goodbye to Ian yesterday.  He will be gone for the next couple of months.  It NEVER gets easier.  We have our pre deployment routine, the buildup, and the goodbye.  The boys all deal in different ways.  Christopher and Noah are old enough to "get it".  They e mail and facebook so that helps.  Peyton takes a few days to adjust.   I get stuck doing all the laundry.  When Ian is home he does the laundry.  He really doesn't mind...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time around things are a bit different.  I will have the bean while he is gone.  I am blessed to have wonderful friends, and a great support system.   Having a baby without Ian worries me a bit, having a baby in Japan without Ian adds a bit more stress.   The next couple of months will be eventful if nothing else.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4605443298771182622?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4605443298771182622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4605443298771182622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4605443298771182622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4605443298771182622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come...'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TH9JHxHOJhI/AAAAAAAAC1U/iFajCT9TZ1g/s72-c/41010_430378513257_94347828257_4836509_7191889_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-5902512821119014167</id><published>2010-08-23T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:43:10.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear the producers of Lost!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Lost producers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this letter finds you well.. OK, really NO I don't!  You see my husband is due to deploy for a couple of months in a matter of days and you wait until TODAY to release season 6 on DVD?  Why would you do this to a person?  How unfair~!   I mean really, how long ago did the show end?  Was there no way to release it say the next day.  You know for those of us that don't get regular scheduled programing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now when my baby girl has no nursery complete, or clothes washed.. Or when I show up at my nice Japanese doctors office to deliver my baby with NOTHING prepared I can blame you right! When my wonderful boys no longer have clean clothes, and are reduced to eating frozen waffles 3 times a day I can blame you.. And, oh I will be blaming you to any and all who will listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing season 6 is the finale or I may just have to boycott the show!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;signed:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A really time crunched mommy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5902512821119014167?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5902512821119014167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5902512821119014167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5902512821119014167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5902512821119014167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-producers-of-lost.html' title='Dear the producers of Lost!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-4141739993314211643</id><published>2010-08-16T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T02:24:35.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC8Vim7dI/AAAAAAAACz0/P2xENT_3eAk/s1600/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC8Vim7dI/AAAAAAAACz0/P2xENT_3eAk/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505935255034850770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture... Its a bit overexposed, but its one of my favorites.. Peyton rushes to the door when daddy comes home.  In just a few days daddy will be leaving for a few months.  We are hanging out and just spending time together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC76FyTDI/AAAAAAAACzs/L_NUJ6R1TdM/s1600/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC76FyTDI/AAAAAAAACzs/L_NUJ6R1TdM/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505935247666203698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ian has been teaching Peyton to polish his boots... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC7fwVF-I/AAAAAAAACzk/J_hKpDNAcnk/s1600/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC7fwVF-I/AAAAAAAACzk/J_hKpDNAcnk/s320/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505935240596887522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC61v3czI/AAAAAAAACzc/2urBPxfa0Ec/s1600/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC61v3czI/AAAAAAAACzc/2urBPxfa0Ec/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505935229320655666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few more sessions and Peyton can go it alone!  NOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4141739993314211643?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4141739993314211643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4141739993314211643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4141739993314211643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4141739993314211643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/time.html' title='Time!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TGkC8Vim7dI/AAAAAAAACz0/P2xENT_3eAk/s72-c/DSC00697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3279814637207552337</id><published>2010-08-09T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:41:49.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we will just stay here!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to a news report...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your 5 year old is wetting the bed... Or your older child is afraid of going to school, or your teenager is doing drugs.  They may be acting out in response to the Gulf oil spill!  The Department of Health and Human Services has a guide for parents and teachers!   The guide says that kids could be affected even if they watched the images on TV or heard adults talking about it??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear not the guide has some handy tips to follow!  "Temporarily reduce your expectations about performance in school or at home, perhaps by substituting less demanding responsibilities". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are they serious??  Maybe we will just stay here..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-3279814637207552337?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3279814637207552337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3279814637207552337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3279814637207552337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3279814637207552337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-we-will-just-stay-here.html' title='I think we will just stay here!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-920214269913912708</id><published>2010-07-19T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:48:12.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its summer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_v3syb9I/AAAAAAAACzM/bVbTS1Gbp9w/s1600/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_v3syb9I/AAAAAAAACzM/bVbTS1Gbp9w/s320/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495798643169587154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_vNOl4JI/AAAAAAAACzE/mR7k0dky-B4/s1600/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_vNOl4JI/AAAAAAAACzE/mR7k0dky-B4/s320/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495798631768645778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_uhyh7WI/AAAAAAAACy8/06NYHc6j5IM/s1600/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_uhyh7WI/AAAAAAAACy8/06NYHc6j5IM/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495798620108221794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_t3v8zhI/AAAAAAAACy0/PgZ_DPhhCQ0/s1600/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_t3v8zhI/AAAAAAAACy0/PgZ_DPhhCQ0/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495798608823111186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are having a blast!  It is hot, and I am HUGE!!!!   Ian will be leaving again in just a few weeks, and the kids will be back to school routine.   I am trying to balance being 32 weeks pregnant in August with making sure the boys have enough outside time.. Lately we have been living at the pool.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You man notice there are no pictures of kid 1 and 2.  They are very busy you see, and have no time to stop and smile for a pictures... They grow up way to fast for me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend we are off to watch Harry Potter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-920214269913912708?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/920214269913912708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=920214269913912708&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/920214269913912708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/920214269913912708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-summer.html' title='Its summer!!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TET_v3syb9I/AAAAAAAACzM/bVbTS1Gbp9w/s72-c/DSC00657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-3530323231167609777</id><published>2010-07-13T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T03:54:48.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now about this GIRL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TDxAi4He93I/AAAAAAAACys/KGXEKq6-Cgs/s1600/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TDxAi4He93I/AAAAAAAACys/KGXEKq6-Cgs/s320/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493336613408667506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TDxAiU3rgLI/AAAAAAAACyk/Am7daA5y76E/s1600/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TDxAiU3rgLI/AAAAAAAACyk/Am7daA5y76E/s320/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493336603947139250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TDxAh6hnt6I/AAAAAAAACyc/4D5fjTBsuHk/s1600/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zisWNAmSoc8/TDxAh6hnt6I/AAAAAAAACyc/4D5fjTBsuHk/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493336596875294626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My entire *adult*  life has been boys and men! OK, well 1 man, and 3 boys.  We have had an amazing time these past 13 years.  There is NOTHING better in the world then sons.  With the sole exceptions of shoes and the color pink I am NOT girlie.  I don't do purses, my nails, and I color my hair with whatever box is on sale at the NEX.  I have never had a massage, (and don't want one)..   I love hockey, action movies, and the UFC.   When one of my boys falls I inspect for blood and we move on.   Basically I am a boys mom!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up with a father in the Army, and non existent mother its no wonder I turned out missing the girlie gene. For most of my life I lived with car parts on our dining room table.  Saturdays were spent fishing (and learning to clean the fish I caught).   It used to bother me a bit that I didn't "get it".  You know, the how to be a girlie girl thing?  Then a few years ago I did "get it".  I loved being me.. Minus 15 pounds of course.    Our family was complete and I could raise these 3 boys.  I never urned to have a daughter.  Hell to be honest the thought of having a daughter scared me to death!  When we had our first U/S with the bean and the doc said boy I secretly took a deep breath and said OK, we have done this 3 times its a breeze.   Then Dr. Higashijima said "girl baby" and my heart started to race.  I was happy and excited that we would have a daughter.   I saw PINK!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward a few months and reality is hitting me in the proverbial ass.  In just about 3 months I will be the mother of a daughter.  I will have a girl child.  How the hell do I do this?   What do I do when she falls?  How do I handle the meltdowns that will happen just because "girls are more emotional"?   What happens if I don't know how to play with barbies or have tea parties?  (I had a barbie once I tore her head off in a battle with GI JOE, it was the last Barbie my dad bought me).    What happens if we end up like so many of the women in my family, with no relationship to speak of?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shopping for clothes I have down!  That will be the easy part.. Its all the rest that has me freaking out.. Just a wee bit!   &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/4186032532022609191-3530323231167609777?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3530323231167609777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=3530323231167609777&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3530323231167609777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/3530323231167609777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/now-about-this-girl.html' title='Now about this GIRL!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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/_zisWNAmSoc8/TDxAi4He93I/AAAAAAAACys/KGXEKq6-Cgs/s72-c/DSC00625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186032532022609191.post-5389647830637522722</id><published>2010-07-06T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T15:10:41.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Therapy will be needed.</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my new unpacked house last night and it dawned on me.  Peyton is 4, and he has lived in 4 different homes.  Christopher is 13 and has lived in 9 different homes.  There seems to be a sickness that follows my family.  Part of me thinks they are just used to moving.   Part of me wonders if maybe its time I seek professional help.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter, if therapy is one day needed Ian and I will make sure its available.  That is if we are not moving that week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer here is flying right along.  It has been raining for weeks!  Japan seems to be in a state of perpetual rainy season.  The high today will be in the 80's, maybe we can venture out.    Maybe we will just sit in the A/C and watch movies.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unrelated to the move and summer I caught part of the news last night and can I just say WTH?  I think its time to adopt Japanese politics.  Japan has had 5 Prime Ministers in the time we have lived here.  This last one was out of office before his bags were even unpacked. He ran for office promising things he knew he could not deliver on.  Namely moving Marines off Okinawa.  When that didn't happen (everyone knew it wouldn't) he was ousted!  America need to adopt the same rules.  If you run and LIE, or make promises you KNOW you can't keep then sorry see ya!  You are gone.  I think the political idiots in Washington would be more apt to OH I DONT KNOW maybe tell the truth!  For now I will just ignore the news and float in the pool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5389647830637522722?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5389647830637522722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5389647830637522722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5389647830637522722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5389647830637522722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/yes-therapy-will-be-needed.html' title='Yes, Therapy will be needed.'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-4025256102095037959</id><published>2010-07-01T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T03:30:49.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll up your window!</title><content type='html'>Driving to base with Peyton today..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME:  Peyton look over there at the cows in the truck.  (we don't get many chances to see cows here)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peyton:  Yeah, I see them.  Daddy do you see the cows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about 2 minutes later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peyton:  EW, Daddy, could you roll up your window I can smell those cows butts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love having a 4 year old.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-4025256102095037959?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4025256102095037959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=4025256102095037959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4025256102095037959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/4025256102095037959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/07/roll-up-your-window.html' title='Roll up your window!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-7297805977766893687</id><published>2010-06-29T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:20:43.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or NOT!</title><content type='html'>The move will happen in 48 hours.  Nothing is ready, and I do mean NOT A THING!  Ian ended up taking 2 days off so we could sort, move, and toss things where they need to be for the packers.  We get the keys Friday, and the movers arrive bright and early Saturday.  I hope and pray everything goes smooth.  I have no energy for this move, but it is SO WORTH IT!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 13 weeks I will have a baby.  13 weeks!!  OMG!  I am no where near ready.  I did manage to buy a crib today.  I ended up getting it for $100 off.  I also got the cutest bedding set but yep pregnant brain that I am forgot to buy a mattress.  I think maybe we will need a mattress for the crib.  Maybe next week I will venture out and grab one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was walking the baby isles today I started to make a mental list of what we will need.  Geesh! babies are needy little creatures.  Diapers, bottles, wipes, bouncy seat, swing, diaper bag, and the list goes on and on and on....  As our kids get older I think we forget how much we need for babies.  Packing a bag for a grocery run will once again be the norm for me.. But, I have to say I am SO excited to see our little bean.. Even the 2 am feedings are starting to sound fun.  At least until the new baby smell wears off.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is about it!  I am off to sort, move, and toss some more. Have a great day!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-7297805977766893687?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7297805977766893687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=7297805977766893687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7297805977766893687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/7297805977766893687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/ready-or-not.html' title='Ready or NOT!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-5013227466159119081</id><published>2010-06-18T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T04:33:43.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on DOWN!!</title><content type='html'>Things here are busy as ever.   We are DONE with school for the year.  Christopher did very well in his Japanese class, and will continue onto Japanese 2 next year.  His Japanese teacher has offered a summer session to prepare the kids for next year.  Trying to learn to write Hiragana (this is used for native Japanese words), Katakana (these are uses for foreign words such as coffee), and Kanji (these are symbols mostly from Chinese writing).  Christopher knows a lot of all 3 but next year he will learn even more.  He is excite to take his summer course.  They will take a few field trips to a Japanese school, and college.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah will be doing a writing workshop that I found on line.  We will read chapter books and he will type a mini story.  We may even make costumes and act the stories out.  This seems to help Noah remember the books more.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peyton and Noah both have swim lessons in their future.  Peyton loves to swim, and now is the time to take lessons.  I think all kids should have at least a water safety course if not full lessons.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian will be home ALL summer, provided Kim Jong Il (or Lord Farquaad) as I call him remains a small annoyance!  We are planning a few day trips with the boys.  I really want to spend a few days in Kyoto before the bean arrives.  I am hoping Ian can find a few days off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big news (other then baby) is we are MOVING!! AGAIN!  Yes, I know this seems to be a regular occurrence here at The Culture Kids, but it can't be helped.  We will move from a 3 bedroom tower to a 4 bedroom townhouse.  For the first time in 4 years we will have a yard!!  And, the oh so good part, I have a TEENAGER to mow it for me.  The movers arrive bright and early on July 3, and will have everything packed and moved in 1 days!   All I have to do is unpack.  It is not a cheap move, (note to those moving overseas:  if you do a quarters to quarters move you pay for it yourself, you also either white glove the house you are vacating or pay to have it cleaned).. All in all we will pay about $2500 for the move, but in the end having the extra space and a yard for the next 2 1/2 years makes it all worth it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to be back to more regular updates now that I have A LOT more free time on my hands...  oh, how I love, love, love summer!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4186032532022609191-5013227466159119081?l=thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5013227466159119081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4186032532022609191&amp;postID=5013227466159119081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5013227466159119081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4186032532022609191/posts/default/5013227466159119081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirdculturekidsrmine.blogspot.com/2010/06/moving-on-down.html' title='Moving on DOWN!!'/><author><name>SabrinaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10347329403278847816</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-4186032532022609191.post-8291533778962099492</id><published>2010-05-26T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:13:06.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME!!!!!
