<?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-2715748580203594674</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:40:13.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fisk's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715748580203594674.post-3757246337203973967</id><published>2009-03-02T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:56:54.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sweet Baby</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erin's&lt;/span&gt; quick blog and thought I might tell a little more about our sick baby, Kinsey. Kinsey is Kelli's 19 mo. Many of you know the story of her terrible rashes and illness's Kinsey has had since she got her 1 year old vaccinations. She has been sick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. It seems like she gets every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sickness&lt;/span&gt; that comes along. The specialists say that she had a severe reaction to her year old vaccinations that has sent her immune system into overdrive and she hasn't been really healthy since before the shots 7 mo. ago. She had been sick off and on the last couple of weeks and then on Thurs. when she finally sort of woke up at 1:30 in the afternoon, Kelli could not keep her awake and she had a dry diaper from the night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;. Kelli took her to the emergency room and after she had been there a few hours she called and said Mom, they are treating me like they did when they thought Kinsey had leukemia {on one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the many visits Kinsey had to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emerg&lt;/span&gt;. room]. I told her that I would go get Shawn and we would be there soon. I also called Erin and Brenna and they came too. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hematologist&lt;/span&gt; really downplayed how serious the situation was and said they would admit her for observation. Kinsey had 3 blood transfusions. That poor baby couldn't walk and she didn't talk unless someone was trying to get blood from her or touch her.   then she would say No Mama no or STOP. What we didn't know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; did not have enough oxygen in her blood for her to be able to talk or walk. they told Kelli on Sat. that her low red blood cells was putting too much stress on her heart and that she had to have a transfusion. She ended up with 3. They do not know what caused this and were not sure about sending her home. The Dr. told Kelli to be extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vigilant watching&lt;/span&gt; for any sign of change and to bring her back immediately. She is to go to the blood clinic on Friday for more tests. She is still very weak and a very sick baby, so keep her in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-3757246337203973967?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/3757246337203973967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=3757246337203973967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/3757246337203973967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/3757246337203973967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-sweet-baby.html' title='Our Sweet Baby'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-2855811919795121331</id><published>2009-02-24T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:19:09.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>I have been really busy lately. I try to study whenever I can, but it seems like it's never enough! Phlebotomy may be kicking my butt! If in 6 weeks, around the 1st week in April, if I'm not talking about Phlebotomy, just don't ever mention it, because it will mean that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; do it! Now, I am not giving up,Oh, No!!I really do love the classes, and I don't plan to miss any, even tho I'm having oral surgery [to get the roots taken out from the tooth I lost] this week and will probably feel awful, I'm still going to class.  I'm dreading the surgery because I can't have sedation because I had a bad reaction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Verset&lt;/span&gt;[the drug they give you before any surgery to relax you]. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Verset&lt;/span&gt; is in all the sedation the surgeon uses. So I'm getting laughing gas and locals. Yuck, I really did not want to be awake for this. I have to remember that quote: that which doesn't kill me only makes me stronger! I'm not totally sure if that's true in this case!&lt;br /&gt;I had my sweet Bella for 8 days while Erin and Joe were in Washington state. She's so easy to have around and so sweet. She is constantly telling me that she loves me and that I'm the best Nana in the whole world. I got to see Brady and Bowie for a little bit on Saturday. For the 1st time Bowie would not have anything to do with me. He is having separation anxiety and doesn't get too far away from his mom. Brady was not too interested in me either! When he is with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keelin&lt;/span&gt;, no one else is nearly as interesting as she is!! And I have to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keelin&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty interesting 7 year old!! She knows lots and lots about animals! I haven't seen Kinsey in a while, she was sleeping when I was there. Poor Baby [poor Kelli!!]has been sick for a week and she now has the flu. Kinsey, Keelin and I had the flu last year this same week. Kinsey could not take Tamiflu last year because she was too little. Keelin and I took it and Keelin got well pretty quick. I think it just cut down  the length for me.                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother had good news with his tests. I am relieved!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-2855811919795121331?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/2855811919795121331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=2855811919795121331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/2855811919795121331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/2855811919795121331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2009/02/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-3941818993911170872</id><published>2009-02-12T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:19:05.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down......</title><content type='html'>I'm a medium bit down about the big hole I still have in in my mouth. Long story about the oral surgeons! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; right about wondering if my brain would work. It's not. I still don't feel good and I guess it's because of the nasty teeth problem. Only I,[or maybe Kelli!!] would have this blow up on me the same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to go school. When I went to cosmetology school straight out of high school I had to have my tonsils out a few months into it and then I had to have all 4 wisdom teeth and 1 more pulled so I think I drug out cosmetology for about a year instead of the 9 mo. it was supposed to be.  I was the very last one in my class of 20 to graduate. I think that the other 19 had jobs and had been working a couple of months by the time I got out of there. Oh, and by the way, my hair is lavender. Yes, I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; its a lovely soft shade of light purple. I used a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; shade of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Garnier&lt;/span&gt; and its purple all the way to the roots. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; because according to the rules of coloring it should have just gotten purple [If it was going to absorb the base color] on all the really light parts, not the roots. I think their new color is defective, for real. I'm also worried about my brother. He's a pint away from needing a blood transfusion and he's waiting to get tests done to see where the blood is going. I'm going to bed so that I can start all over tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-3941818993911170872?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/3941818993911170872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=3941818993911170872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/3941818993911170872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/3941818993911170872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2009/02/down.html' title='Down......'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-6013744878150166252</id><published>2009-02-11T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:36:37.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k75fBDEfteE/SZMoox9CRGI/AAAAAAAAABA/ttc--SUytzc/s1600-h/christmas+08+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301625867414422626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k75fBDEfteE/SZMoox9CRGI/AAAAAAAAABA/ttc--SUytzc/s320/christmas+08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2715748580203594674-6013744878150166252?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/6013744878150166252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=6013744878150166252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/6013744878150166252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/6013744878150166252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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/_k75fBDEfteE/SZMoox9CRGI/AAAAAAAAABA/ttc--SUytzc/s72-c/christmas+08+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715748580203594674.post-1087184326639573346</id><published>2009-02-11T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:57:58.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking that Cristin is the only one reading my attempts at blogging! So thank you very much Cristin!!! I started something new yesterday! I went back to school!!!!Yes, ME!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OLD ME&lt;/span&gt;!!! I had been thinking about doing this for a few years. When I mentioned it to a friend a couple of years ago, she laughed and said YUCK, why would anybody ever want to do that? Well, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; would have continued to just think about it but, Kelli said one day to me that she had heard about a program that she had felt that someone in our family is supposed to do. She told me that out of the blue that info bout this program had come to her 3 different ways over about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;period&lt;/span&gt; of a week and she felt that she was being told that someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in her&lt;/span&gt; family should do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; but she didn't know which one of of us this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; was meant for!![ I think that she was thinking Brenna or Erin was the one!] When she told me that, I said that I had been thinking about this for a few years!!!! She gave me the info and then when the open house came around she reminded me about it and I said sign me up! I don't think she thought that I would even go to the open open house but I did and I registered and paid for the class that night much to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; shock!!! SO.....last night I had my first class in phlebotomy!!!!! I am going to learn how to take blood for lab work!I hope that I can do it!! It's a little overwhelming with the amount of information that you are expected to learn in a short time. My first test is this Saturday. I'm a little scared and really hoping that I can kick my brain into learning mode again!! I've taken a few hundred workshops and c.e. courses over the years for teaching preschool but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; taken a test in a University in nearly 26 years! I'm excited, though!!! Cristin, wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-1087184326639573346?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/1087184326639573346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=1087184326639573346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/1087184326639573346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/1087184326639573346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-thinking-that-cristin-is-only-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-5554317825893286464</id><published>2009-02-07T12:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:15:33.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and then UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've not blogged in so long, I wasn't sure that I could even remember how to log in but I made it on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; try! I had a wonderful Christmas! I love having my family all here together, even  though it's pretty crazy with all the little ones here. I wouldn't have it any other way! I love experiencing Christmas with my grandchildren. They are all so cute with their excitement over Christmas! One of my best Christmas memories was the year Bella was 3 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keelin&lt;/span&gt; was 4, I think and Kelli, Erin, the 2 little girls and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; Eve service together.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Keelin&lt;/span&gt; drew me the most adorable picture of the nativity on a prayer card during the service. it's a little picture of Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus. I still have it! During the  candlelight part and the singing of Silent Night, 3 year old Bella touched my hand to get my attention  and then  Bella whispered to me "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tankyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nanna&lt;/span&gt; for bringing me to Jesus birthday party" Aren't those the sweetest things? Rob and I went to Kansas the day after Christmas and arrived after being delayed several hours to find  my sister's house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fullblown&lt;/span&gt; party mode!  Now, that has never happened before!  I'm always happy to see my sisters. And all the rest, too. It was so nice to see most of the family in one place.  A few days later I was also so happy to see Rob's 90 year old aunt in good spirits. She always acts like it's a party when we see her! And this year was extra special because Gail and Fred and their granddaughter in-law and great granddaughter were there. We haven't gotten to spend anytime with them for years and it was just great. Also Jerry was there and Dixie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leslie's&lt;/span&gt; 2 boys.[Where were you, Leslie, painting your utility room?]  Rob and Dixie had their regular concert . We just had a great day! We also got to experience a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; buffet in Oklahoma. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Birdell's&lt;/span&gt; favorite I think! I also got to see my 90 year old aunt, the last of my dad's original family. She had just entered a nursing home and was trying to make the best of it. I just love getting to spend time with my family and Rob's family. These times spent with our families are so precious to me. We are lucky to have them. It was good to see Sharon and Robert and to be with Rob's Mom. I love going to my brothers farm and seeing he and Sallie and eating those awesome homegrown steaks!! Rob thinks it's really funny that he grills the steaks outside and see cows right there! He calls it "Dead cows walking"!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, the UGH part. I have been sick since the day after we got home-really sick. I had a terrible sinus infection and bronchitis. I think I'm finally over that for a few days and then last Sunday a molar broke off at the gum line. One of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weirdest&lt;/span&gt; things I've ever felt and by Monday, I felt awful-sick again. I finally saw my dentist Tuesday, and not only do I have to have oral surgery to get the roots out, I also have another one that is at the point of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;abscessing&lt;/span&gt;. And another one that needs a partial crown. I've been on antibiotics since Tues. but I still don't feel so good! I am tired of being sick and tired of pain. Of course I always keep in mind that whatever is wrong with me could be worse. I can always think of someone else that has more pain or worse  prognosis than I do. I just get tired of back pain and shoulder pain and leg pain which I have on a daily basis, and now I get a big mouthful of pain! At least I'm here!! And the whining stops now, except for the terror of oral surgery. I think I've got some whining left on that one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-5554317825893286464?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/5554317825893286464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=5554317825893286464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/5554317825893286464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/5554317825893286464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas-and-then-ugh.html' title='Christmas and then UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-5144336674650282973</id><published>2008-11-13T11:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:22:46.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENNA!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my first baby's birthday! Her Dad and I were 20 years old when I decided that we wanted to have a baby! It never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to either of us that maybe we were a little too young because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; Rob was born when his mom was 18 and at 20 we had been married 2 years!! Ignorance is bliss[Ha]! The first pregnancy test was negative and I was disappointed! I had a friend that worked in a free clinic so she offered to take a sample for me and get a free pregnancy test-no running to the store to get a pregnancy test in the 70's! She called me while she was there and told me that it was positive and since Roe vs. Wade was pretty new she had to ask the question[ a DR. was standing beside her] " Was I going to continue the pregnancy?" I was shocked and so I think I stuttered "yes"! They were doing abortions in the free clinic and I had never even considered that I might be asked that question. I told Rob the pregnancy test was positive after I got off the phone, but he was watching some western on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and I think He said OK without taking his eyes off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;!!! It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;week or&lt;/span&gt; 2 before I could get into the Dr. and I don't remember talking about it until after I had been to the DR. and had it confirmed that I really was pregnant that he finally said "Are you sure? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; lets not get too excited you've got along time to go!!" It wasn't until I finally started showing at about 5 months was it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to talk about the possibility of having a baby!! It was strange to me that I when I went home to Kansas that my Mom and Rob's mom thought it was awful of me to mention that I felt the baby kicking or to even mention that I had a fetus on board! When My Mother was pregnant with me she stayed in the house and did not ever talk about being pregnant because that subject was taboo in those ancient times! I had the very first pregnancy sonogram in the city of Denver. Another friend was a radiologist and the hospital had just gotten the first sonogram machine in the state and she wanted to practice on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; person . It was very exciting to see a picture of the baby. They were not advanced enough to be able to tell the sex of the baby. The day I was in labor was no different than any days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that I&lt;/span&gt; had had for the 3 weeks before, except that I was so miserably more tired. I did laundry that day climbing 2 floors with every load and I was so dumb, that I Just did it,never considering that my husband who was sitting on the sofa watching football &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; gotten up and helped me!! The woman's movement hadn't caught up with me yet!!! It didn't occur to him either! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I had&lt;/span&gt; been having contractions for 3 weeks some of them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; to five minutes apart after a few hours but then stopping. I called my Dr. about 6 pm and left a message about how miserable I was and how the contractions would come and go. We were having an ice storm that had started maybe an hour before I called. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;after hours&lt;/span&gt; operator called the Dr. on call [not from my Dr.s practice] and told him that I had been in labor all day and that my contractions were 2 min. apart-not what I had said at all! The Dr. on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;call's&lt;/span&gt; wife called me and said that her husband had already left for the hospital and that I should go immediately. I asked her why? And she told me what the operator had told him. I told her that I called but not because I had regular labor but because I was so tired and hadn't been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to sleep and I felt miserable! Her reply was "Oh." and she said well, go to the hospital anyway because her husband had gone and he could check me anyway. No cell phones! So I told Rob and he was furious with me because he just knew that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasn'&lt;/span&gt;t in labor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; they would just send us back home and besides there was an ice storm going on and he didn't want to drive the 2 1/2 blocks to the hospital. Well, it turned out that I was in labor and was already dilated. [So there, Mr. Grouch!!] 17 hours later and no fetal monitor and no drugs of any kind until I went to the OR, Brenna was born by emergency c-section. I was muttering every curse word I had ever heard [women didn't use those words or at least my family and my M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ormon&lt;/span&gt; friends didn't!] and one of the nurses heard me and said oh, Honey you don't mean that. HA, I Did Too!!! I Brenna h for a second before they took her to the nursery or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt;, I can't remember and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;did'nt&lt;/span&gt; see her again until evening! OH and Rob just reminded me that when I first got to the hospital. the nurse told me that they were sending someone from the lab to draw blood. I said I hope it's not the guy I had here at the hospital when I was first pregnant, he was awful-it had been his first week and he had been very nervous and had to stick me 12 times before he could draw blood. He also was crazy looking ,dressed like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; with really long hair with feathers in it and some kind of funky leather vest with low cut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt; pants and he also had severe physical deformities. He and I both were sweaty and exhausted by the time he finished! Well, guess who showed up on Sunday evening to draw blood? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Hippy&lt;/span&gt; Dude! and there was no one else to do it when I told the nurse that I wanted someone else. I only had to endure about 7 sticks before he got it. My Mormon friend Susan had a c-section a few days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; and so she was still there. Rob had n0 money with him because he just knew we were going to be sent back home and had left it in our apt. He was afraid to go home because they telling us that the baby would be here anytime. Kent, my friends husband bought him a piece of pie before he left for the night. So. Brenna you were born on Monday morning! We stayed in the hospital only 5 days[the norm for a c-section was at least a week] because our insurance hadn't started when I got pregnant. My mom came for 5 days to drive me a little crazy, because every time I tried to lay down she would say,Are you going to sleep your life away? I had only heard that about a million times as a teenager because farm people don't ever sleep in and never, ever, lay on the bed during daylight hours! Only, maybe, when you were so sick that you might die standing up! But she did cook and clean!! We thought you were the cutest little thing we had ever seen!!!About 2 days before my mom left you woke up with a blister on the inside of your arm. I called the Dr. every day for about 3 days with the nurse acting like I was crazy and neurotic,about the first blister and then you got the second blister and the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day the Dr. answered the phone and told me to bring you in immediately. He treated you for 5 weeks and never told us what it was. We had to take you to the pediatricians off ice every day including Thanksgiving Day for 5 whole weeks with him dodging whenever we tried to find out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; was wrong. After you were completely well [and looking like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ethopian&lt;/span&gt; starved infant] he finally admitted that you had staph infection from the hospital. WOW,we knew something was wrong! But you know in spite of you being so sick and your parents being young and ignorant,we took good care of you and were thrilled to have you!! The one thing that saved you was that I did every single thing the pediatrician told me and did not question him.!!!! We thought you were the most beautiful and brilliant child ever born!! Other children were ugly and not smart at all compared to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and smart Brenna!! You were a fun child that spent all the time with her mother and endured many moves with a salesman father. I thoroughly enjoyed you as a teenager[I know we were strict] and I have really liked you as an a adult and I love you now! Happy Birthday! I"ve always loved you!! I have always been proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-5144336674650282973?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/5144336674650282973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=5144336674650282973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/5144336674650282973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/5144336674650282973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-brenna.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENNA!!!!!!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-3891650388107315308</id><published>2008-10-09T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:32:37.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of Procrastinators</title><content type='html'>I have been supposed to  have been getting taxes ready for the accountant for the past 2 weeks and I have not started yet! The appointment is tomorrow! I hate doing taxes and somehow my husband has managed to make it my total responsibility without my realizing it, until his excuse can be  that only I{me} know how to do it and my gosh, he just doesn't have time and has no idea where to start!Lucky, Lucky ME!!  I worked at Republican headquarters and I really enjoyed it! The mood there wasn't too positive after the debate. I am hoping that people do get out and vote and make the right choice!!! My McCain-Palin sign only lasted about 4 days in my front yard!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-3891650388107315308?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/3891650388107315308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=3891650388107315308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/3891650388107315308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/3891650388107315308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2008/10/queen-of-procrastinators.html' title='Queen of Procrastinators'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-6930560943654903318</id><published>2008-09-30T12:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:43:28.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>This is a P.S. to my last blog!!I forgot to say that I really, really am proud of Kelli for her determination to finish school and become a nurse. She is such a good Mom that I know that there are many times she would probably like to say the heck with this, I'm just going to quit and stay home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-6930560943654903318?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/6930560943654903318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=6930560943654903318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/6930560943654903318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/6930560943654903318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2008/09/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-5065529867640550189</id><published>2008-09-30T12:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:35:09.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Note To My Daughters</title><content type='html'>Well, I've got so many things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; amok in my head that I don't know which one to write about!  I really want to write about my daughters and how much they mean to me.   This is already making me cry! I love them so much  they will never know how much . I am so proud of them as grownups and moms. I'm proud of Brenna for trying to be understanding with me and for her being a good mom to those two precious boys that I don't see enough of and for being levelheaded [except for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; thing!} She may not tell me what I want to hear but I always know she'll tell me what she really thinks. I'm also proud of Brenna for trying to go back to school. I know that it's hard to make the decision and do it after you have been out of school for a while.  I'm so proud of Kelli's strength In dealing with a sick husband and sick baby and a six year old starting "Big" school [First Grade] and for making such good grades in school, in spite of all that. I am so proud of Kelli for being willing to help me out almost at a moments notice. I'm proud of Erin for making the decision to put Bella in school {I know it's scary for her {Erin} with Bella's dairy allergy} I'm proud of Erin for  knowing when things need to change and figuring out how to make the change.I'm proud of Erin for finding her niche. I never knew that animals would have anything to do with it, though!!! I understand that it's been hard to deal with me with the surgeries and my chronic pain. I know that these things have changed me and I am so sorry for it.  I try  hard to keep going and be as much a part of Brenna, Brady, Bowie, Kelli, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keelin&lt;/span&gt;, Kinsey, Erin and Bella's lives as distance and circumstances allow. I love the babies almost as much as their moms. Well, truthfully I love you all without condition. And why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; I in any of the zoo pics???? HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-5065529867640550189?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/5065529867640550189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=5065529867640550189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/5065529867640550189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/5065529867640550189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-note-to-my-daughters.html' title='A Love Note To My Daughters'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-5985882953589434697</id><published>2008-09-12T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:25:08.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>I was in Nashville yesterday and I did not hear or see anything to remind people that it was the 9-11 Anniversary. The only thing that I saw was the front page of USA Today.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see any flags on buildings or anything out of the ordinary. It was very disappointing to me.  That September morning has left a crystal clear picture in my mind of what we all should never forget. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I heard&lt;/span&gt; the beginning of what took place that day from the mouth of a 4 year old. He walked into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;classroom&lt;/span&gt; saying "Mrs. Fisk, did you know that an airplane crashed into a big tall building? " It was around 9 am. I asked Dalton "How do you know?" He told me that he and his Grandpa had heard it on their way to school. In the next few minutes another parent confirmed that had really happened and told us where. We had a radio at school and I was able to hear what happened next. I immediately thought of Rob and where he might be. I knew he was flying somewhere that day but I couldn't remember when and where. I frantically called his office and found out that he had not left for the airport yet. I was relieved. but he could not be convinced of what had happened and insisted that he was still going to fly out on his business trip. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I remember&lt;/span&gt; feeling so frustrated. I couldn't talk very long as I had a classroom of 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; waiting on me. I then thought of Kelli. Kelli had just moved to Baltimore and was 7 mo. pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Keelin&lt;/span&gt;. And then Erin and Joe.Panic set in as I was thinking that I had to find out where my chicks were. I can  always rely on Brenna to be calm and talk with sense so I went back to the office to call her and have her call her Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exlain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wha&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had happened and to make sure Kelli was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; and that Erin and Joe had not been on a plane yet,because they were supposed to fly out of Dulles that day.  I was afraid that maybe they had tried to come home early that day. Brenna had not heard what had happened. I told her to turn on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; but they had just moved and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; was not hooked up yet so she turned on the radio . She was shocked but agreed to make those calls to her Dad and sisters and then let me know if they were all accounted for. When she called back I was so relieved that my chicks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;[ Brenna included]and also that she would be at home when I finally was able to get there.I wanted to go home so bad and be there with her but our director thought  it best for the children if we just continued business as usual. I remember hearing on the school radio at one point that planes were falling out of the sky and that the New York skyline was completely gone and burning.  That day, I had one parent come to pick her child up early.That was the last time that I saw that child and her mother. Her mother called back and said that she could not bear to have her child somewhere that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get to in a few minutes. I completely understood. My children were grown but I wanted them near me in case something like this happened again. I could hardly stand that Kelli was living so far away and I wanted Erin and Joe home that minute. I wanted them in front of my eyes so that I could see that they continued to be all right. I didn't believe that having 4 planes crashed and all those people killed was the end for the terrorists. I was waiting for the other to shoe to fall then and I still believe that it will sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-5985882953589434697?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/5985882953589434697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=5985882953589434697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/5985882953589434697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/5985882953589434697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-4681630881472039797</id><published>2008-09-08T16:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:18:39.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Kelli, my second daughter just had her 31st birthday yesterday. Birthdays or birth days are really important to Mothers.  I'm sure that I am not that the only mother that gets a little nostalgic when celebrating one of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; birthdays.  I say to my daughter{whichever one is the birthday girl} "I remember what I was doing{ however many years old they are} today!" I don"t think they really enjoy my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; anymore and I get the feeling that at least one or more is sick of hearing my stories of things that have happened to her Dad and I. That makes me sad because I think family history is so important, but maybe it is only important to me at this time.  I am going to tell a little of the story!  Anyway, I love thinking about my daughter's birthdays.  In Kelli's birth story I always think back to the years before she was born. We had been trying for a while to have another baby, but no success, so on I went to fertility doctors and went through all those unpleasant tests and the emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; of doing all this and still not getting pregnant. Finally after tests and more tests I was told that we would not be having anymore children and that I was the reason . After  that, I gave up. I stopped the fertility drugs and the trips to the Dr.s. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe it-we had Brenna and I had never considered the idea that there would not be other babies.  So, I was sad for about 3 months and then I h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt; another thought.........Maybe......the Dr.s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt;  right? Thirty-one years and six months ago you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; just go to the store and get a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; test, you had to go to the Dr. and pee in a cup and then go home and wait. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have much hope because I had tricked myself into thinking I was pregnant so many times before and had taken a test each one of those times and they all had turned out negative.   But to my big surprise this one was positive!  I was so excited and Rob was too, even though he was afraid to believe that we were going to have a baby until he could actually see it! That night I ended up in the hospital having been diagnosed with a cyst the size of a grapefruit on an ovary.  I had been in pain all day but had told myself it was because I was nervous about the pregnancy test.  Even though I threw up for the next six months and thought that I might die of a heatstroke being pregnant and suffering through an Oklahoma summer, I was thrilled to be having another baby! The day before I was to go into the hospital to have a c-section, I was a nervous wreck. I tried to make some food ahead of time that Brenna and Rob could have while I was in the hospital-I burned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; to a crisp-all inedible!  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know if we were having a Kasey, Kelli or a Patrick but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; matter to us.  Kelli Lynn arrived September 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in early morning.  We were thrilled! She was so beautiful! I am so happy to have had this  precious infant, adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;toddler&lt;/span&gt;, sesitive child, crazy teenager, wild young woman and now a good Mom to 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; girls for these past 31 years.  I can't imagine my life if those Dr.s had been right with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; diagnosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-4681630881472039797?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/4681630881472039797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=4681630881472039797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/4681630881472039797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/4681630881472039797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-4240630420624959842</id><published>2008-08-19T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:32:29.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Blues</title><content type='html'>Here I am and now what????OK....I will talk about heat and summer since my daughters have all posted strong feelings about that. I'm with Kelli and Erin. I HATE heat and the stinking, muggy Summer in the South! I've discovered that most southerners Just love this stinking, muggy and miserable heat (I guess that you probably have just realized that I don't consider myself a southerner-NEVER have and NEVER will) and they will go on to tell me that they just can't get enough of this heat. What's up with that? Sorry Brenna-I just prefer my days to be about 65 or less! Maybe you like summer and hot weather because you were born in a cold place-Denver Colorado. The day you were born was a snowy, icy day, too! Since I have talked a little about Southerners I am tempted to go on about living in Georgia and how I really consider myself more of a Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas kind of girl but I guess I will save it for later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715748580203594674-4240630420624959842?l=robandkathifisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/feeds/4240630420624959842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715748580203594674&amp;postID=4240630420624959842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/4240630420624959842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715748580203594674/posts/default/4240630420624959842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robandkathifisk.blogspot.com/2008/08/summertime-blues.html' title='Summertime Blues'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15024842439403193873</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-2715748580203594674.post-6874250170051179651</id><published>2008-08-13T00:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:14:13.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k75fBDEfteE/SKJfjqT1lTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6ax1AGW_id0/s1600-h/bowie%27s+birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233850783215490354" style="FLOAT: left; 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