<?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-7610253419845180659</id><updated>2012-02-01T18:45:17.748-08:00</updated><category term='Little Girl'/><title type='text'>Stacey's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-2081895277435609228</id><published>2012-02-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:45:17.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boasting about my kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For those who are out of town and would love to read what my kids are up to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luke has become a counter. Today, and for the last couple of days, we have been counting. He can count to about 200 or so by himself. We also have been counting by 10's, 5's, 2's, 100's 1000's and other skip counting that he feels like doing. Today he also read the book Go, Dog, Go all by himself. He also is just about all the way through all of the sight words for kinder and he is only 5. We have been having so much fun at home. He loves to help me in the kitchen. Luke also loves to play on the computer and would live in his pajamas if I allowed him to.&lt;div&gt;Rebecca is learning to count as well. The other day I caught her counting past 30 and I am sure it is from listening to Luke and I in all our counting. She also has all of her colors down as well. She is also recognizing her name in writing, as well as her brother's names and mommy and daddy. She is speaking in full sentences and in a conversation. Our conversations are pretty funny. When she doesn't want to hear something she says "What!" or turns her head and closes her eyes. It is pretty funny. Rebecca also loves to cook. She is always sitting on the counter trying to help me or taste whatever I am doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark is my rock star. He goes to Karate twice a week and soccer practice once a week with a soccer game every Saturday. He also attends reading club when we can go. He has all E's (A's) and meets all the reading goals that are set for him. He is reading above grade level and just loves math and does really well with it as well. He also loves learning bible verses weekly. He also has 100 dollars saved up in his piggy bank for what he calls "a rainy day." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-2081895277435609228?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2081895277435609228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2012/02/boasting-about-my-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/2081895277435609228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/2081895277435609228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2012/02/boasting-about-my-kids.html' title='boasting about my kids'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-8444349246550193797</id><published>2012-01-30T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:59:46.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking to others</title><content type='html'>Here is what I spoke on today. God really blessed me. Read on if you are interested.&lt;p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.14in; "&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A strong woman knows she has strength enough for the journey, but a women of strength knows it is in the journey where she will become strong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Being called fat. My husband's grandmother passed away. Having a man try to attack me inside of a store all because of trying to ask a question about a toy. A man going after runners in my neighborhood and I run 10+ miles a week. A man tried to get in my house while I was home with my wonderful three children. A friend purposefully hurting me. My son getting bullied at school. These are all the things that I have endured since starting the Changes that Heal class in September. Did these things hurt? Was it hard? Did God get my attention. YES!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;As I mentioned, my family and I have endured quite a bit in the last couple of months. It was hard. I tried to hard to keep a smile on my face. I prayed every morning that I would glorify God in everything that I did. I tried to be the best mom that I could be. I tried to be the best wife that I could be. I tried to be a great friend, daughter-in-law, granddaughter and every other role that I am. I was very unhappy and felt like I was sinking. I felt that I was failing in life. I probably could have gone through just one of these just fine and been able to sail through it with God's help, but He probably would not have gotten my attention and I probably would not have been a changed person.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Let me make the connection for you. You see, I am a people pleaser. I want people to like me. It drives me crazy when someone does not like me for no reason at all. I can understand if I wrong someone and the amends are not made, but just not liking me drove me crazy. I can not tell you how much of my life that I have spent trying to get people to like me and worrying about what would happen next. Not only that, but worrying about things that “could” be or situations that would occur in my head, trying to guess what the other person was thinking or feeling. I probably have lost a lot friendships this way: expecting someone to act a certain way or have certain feelings for me or try to guess as to what was wrong in the relationship.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Through the class and the book “Changes that Heal” I have discovered many things. I can only be responsible for my thoughts and feelings. I can not control what other people feel AND I am not responsible for someone else's thoughts or feelings. How freeing is this??? If I have wronged someone, I can apologize and ask for forgiveness. But it is up to them what occurs next. They can forgive and we can move on. But if we don't, I can only worry about my next thoughts and actions. I can't worry about what I could have done but know that I have done my best to the glory of God.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;It all comes down to the glory of God. If a friendship does not glorify God, I probably don't need it. If my thoughts are consumed by something, then I need to rid of the thoughts. I can not tell you how much of my life I have wasted by worrying about things that only existed in my head.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I also love to be in control. I try to give things to God but I worry and worry about it, when I truly never did give it to God. I now can give things to God and every time I worry about something or am consumed by something, I simply ask God to fill me up and I think of how I am glorifying Him. This totally changes my thoughts. It is not easy at first, but each and every day that I spend time thinking about God and His kingdom, the less I am consumed by other things.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Things that I have learned and hopefully you will find freedom in them as well:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Our feelings are our responsibility, other's feelings are their responsibility&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;When people hate us for being forgiving and compassionate, we are on the right track. Isn't that what Jesus went through?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;When we take responsibility for someone else's feelings, we are crossing over their boundaries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Be sensitive to other's choices&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Our anger is usually a sign that someone has sinned against us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Own up to what is ours, but do not try to own what is not ours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Do not put blame on the other person&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;We should NEVER compare ourselves to others; God made each one of us unique.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;When you tie a chain around someone else's ankle, it will probably end up around your neck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Let other's have their choices and start taking responsibility for ours&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Carry our own loads&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;You see, with all that went on for these past couple of months, I turned angry. I was bitter. I was mad at the world and didn't understand why God wouldn't help me. It took all of these things to get me face down on the ground for God to get my attention. You see, God doesn't have to do anything for us. He chooses to help us. He chooses the right time and the right circumstances to help us. What I was feeling was my choice, my anger, it had nothing to do with God and what He was not doing. It wasn't anyone else's fault either that I was feeling this way. People made certain choices to not be nice to me, but it was my choice to get angry, My choice to get bitter. My choice to dwell on it until it got the best of me. God did get my attention. God taught me a lesson. No matter what, I made my choices and they all must go with glorifying God. If it does not glorify God, then it does not belong in my life.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I have learned to set boundaries. I have learned that I do not have to have a relationship with a person, even if I am related to them. If I want something, I stand up for it. In the past, if someone did not approve, I would change my boundary to suit them. Now I set boundaries for myself. This is so freeing! Just last week, I set two boundaries. One hurt a little because it was not what the other person wanted to hear, but I was tired of getting hurt and my son getting hurt. The other boundary worked and I am a much better person because of it.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;As the ladies in the James study, they will learn as I am learning to love your neighbor as yourself. This is one of the greatest commandments, to love your neighbors as yourself. We can love our neighbors but we can also respect one another's thoughts and feelings. Being a woman is hard enough and we tend to add so much drama that doesn't need to be there. (like trying to guess what our friend is thinking or feeling) Our book had an illustration of a yard. Keeping in our own yard and if we cross over the lines, someone is likely to get hurt. Just like the man who tried to enter my house. He crossed the “wall” or my boundary and it didn't feel good. Let's be nice, love one another and keep in one's own yard before hurting someone else and getting ourselves in trouble.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I am a changed person and I am much happier because of what I have endured. My marriage is better and I am a better mom because of my changes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 0.14in; "&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A strong woman knows she has strength enough for the journey, but a women of strength knows it is in the journey where she will become strong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-8444349246550193797?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/8444349246550193797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2012/01/speaking-to-others.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/8444349246550193797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/8444349246550193797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2012/01/speaking-to-others.html' title='speaking to others'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-1456236688332531570</id><published>2011-12-30T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T18:56:38.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A New Year</title><content type='html'>Many things have occurred since I last wrote: a man charged at me at Target just for asking a question, a man on the loose in my neighborhood and a man trying to get into my house while the kids and I were home was probably the breaking point. I feel so unsafe not only in my neighborhood but in my house. I want to move to badly. I want to live in another city and in another country perhaps. The great thing is that my husband is looking in all these places. I have also been depressed since the holidays are over and just trying to get through each day while I entertain the kids and try to order my house from the old toys to the new. &lt;div&gt;With the new year approaching and the old year about to go, I have been thinking about how I can make life better. My number one goal for 2012 is to make the best out of each day. I don't want to regret anything and I want my kids to have an absolute blast every day as kids. I want them to know who Jesus is daily and what He does for us. So whatever I can do to make this happen and have Jesus as the number one in my life and in my family, that is what I need to do. Love like no other and be full of Joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I allow goal number one to happen, I need to work on other things: being the best mommy and wife that I can be. Love better. Bring more Joy into my life. Let the little things go away. Not allow anger or sadness into my life. Spend time with God daily, which includes prayer and time in the bible daily, first thing in the morning. (before running). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to run more, eat less sugar, coffee and soda. We will see if this can happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A goal that my husband and I made together is getting out of debt. Now we really don't have too much because we believe that if we buy it, we can afford it and we pay our bills on time, monthly and have no credit card debt. Although, we do have a bill that we need to pay from adopting. So, we need to spend less and save more. By 2012, we will be debt free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to go on more dates with my husband and love him more and spend more time on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to work on working on myself. I give too much in what other people think or feel about me rather than what I want or like. I need to let it be that if someone thinks that I am fat, so what, what do I think and am I happy with the way that I look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited about 2012. I know that God will bring great things to us and my family. I am so thankful for all the days God kept us safe and healthy through 2011. God did protect us from that man that tried to come into our house while we were home and we are blessed that he went to jail. Thank you God for this years blessings and the blessings to come. Our God is so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-1456236688332531570?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/1456236688332531570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/1456236688332531570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/1456236688332531570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-new-year.html' title='To A New Year'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-7603489134727908853</id><published>2011-12-04T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:32:41.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and beyond</title><content type='html'>I have yet to post pictures of Rebecca's party, as well as Thanksgiving. Things have been crazy hear. Rebecca did enjoy her first Thanksgiving. I think the green beans were her favorite. The day of Thanksgiving my oldest son came down with croup and with strep throat. Of coarse two days later, the next son, and then two days later it was Rebecca's turn. This is her first really bad illness. I feel bad for her and my other two. Luke got the worst of it. Thankfully it never turned to pneumonia but we are still having to do steriods and breathing treatments. Rob even got it as well. &lt;div&gt;Now we are in December and getting ready for Christmas. Yesterday, we took Rebecca and the boys to see Santa. Of course the boys know what Christmas and Santa is all about but Rebecca does not. She did great as long as she was in Daddy's arms. We ended up doing the entire family with Santa, rather that just the kids. Although, it would have made it for a funny picture. Maybe next year she will be more comfortable. I look forward to watching her through this month and all of our traditions. Doing all these firsts as a family of 5 is so much fun. She loves helping me wrap presents and pick out bows for the gifts. What a wonderful time of year and even better reason why we celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-7603489134727908853?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7603489134727908853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-and-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/7603489134727908853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/7603489134727908853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-and-beyond.html' title='Thanksgiving and beyond'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3274615968295898844</id><published>2011-11-13T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T05:47:04.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering Questions???</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today a little girl was born in Korea. I am sure there were many girls born on that day, but there is one in particular that I am talking about: my daughter. I was thinking last night as I held her, wondering what it was like on that special day. I wonder what kind of hospital it was? I wonder who was all there? Did the mom meet her before taken away and given up? Does the mom think of her today and wonder where she is? I hope the mom knows or at least the Foster Family knows what a wonderful little girl she is. &lt;div&gt;Rebecca is such a special little girl and so happy. She is so busy but smiling and laughing all the time. She brings such joy into our lives. It amazes me how bright she is and how much she loves to talk things out and sing. We waited so long for her and I love to see what God has blessed us with having patience and faith in Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday little girl! I can't wait to see the journey God has for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-3274615968295898844?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3274615968295898844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/11/pondering-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3274615968295898844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3274615968295898844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/11/pondering-questions.html' title='Pondering Questions???'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3885946956995481337</id><published>2011-11-11T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:43:44.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca turning two!</title><content type='html'>I can not believe it. Rebecca is turning two and we now have had her for 9 months. Tomorrow we are having a big party to celebrate her turning 2. This is our first birthday with her, so we want to go big. Last year we celebrated by having Korean food and making a cake, singing to her, even though she was in Korea. This year it is all about cupcakes. Big cupcake cake, cupcakes and even cupcake cake pops...perhaps I will be out some healthy food too to counteract the yummy stuff. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a difficult week. Rob had to go to Florida to go and say good-bye to his grandmother who is dying from cancer. He was able to see her for the last time. With trying to help him through loosing his grandmother and trying to get ready for this party all by myself has been challenging. Today my mom came to help play with the kids as I whipped out the cooking and cleaning. I truly have the best mother. I can not imagine loosing my grandmother. I don't know what my husband is going through but I have lost a father. We both have had the pleasure having great relationships with our grandparents. I treasure my grandmother and the relationship that we have. I hope that Rob and his family can remember the great times and know that Jesus has great care of her. Hopefully I can help Rob cope when he returns tonight at midnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post pics from the party tomorrow and talk about putting up our Christmas tree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-3885946956995481337?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3885946956995481337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/11/rebecca-turning-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3885946956995481337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3885946956995481337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/11/rebecca-turning-two.html' title='Rebecca turning two!'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3204922423274164068</id><published>2011-10-29T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:17:33.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentions are better than done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8omfmXCKsw/TqyzqQw6FqI/AAAAAAAAACY/x8qQo6tDZGo/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8omfmXCKsw/TqyzqQw6FqI/AAAAAAAAACY/x8qQo6tDZGo/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669103569588590242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this idea that when I started this blog, I would be writing and updating it much more often than I have been. Although, that means that I have been busy with my kids and my family having fun. &lt;div&gt;We have had Rebecca now for 8 months. The adoption is final and we are getting ready to celebrate her second birthday. We are having a cupcake theme. Everything cupcakes, with pinata, candy, cake pops and activities for friends Rebecca's age and family. We are excited to have her this year, because last year we celebrated her birthday with us here and her in Korea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have also just celebrated my 34th birthday. I spent the day at the spa and then dinner with my family at my favorite restaurant: Cheesecake Factory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting ready for Halloween in two days. Rebecca is a bee, Luke is Jack Sparrow and Mark is Thor. Last night we did a Fall Carnival, tomorrow is a party and then Monday we will go Trick Or Treating with Grandma and Grandpa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca has been doing a lot of talking and singing. She counts to 20 and sings her ABC's. She also loves to sing songs from church. She is also talking in full sentences and asking for things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca has also gotten much taller. I can not wait to take her to the doctor to see how much she has grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are having so much fun as a family. Rebecca had two nights of her and her daddy as I went to Houston for a wedding. Everyone did a great job with mom gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few new pics. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-3204922423274164068?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3204922423274164068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/10/intentions-are-better-than-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3204922423274164068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3204922423274164068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/10/intentions-are-better-than-done.html' title='Intentions are better than done'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8omfmXCKsw/TqyzqQw6FqI/AAAAAAAAACY/x8qQo6tDZGo/s72-c/IMG_0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-8389653584904662058</id><published>2011-09-22T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:38:10.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world after all...</title><content type='html'>I grew up going to Disneyland and Rob grew up going to Disney World and we could argue about which one is better (I would win because in my mind Disneyland is better because that is what I grew up with haha). But nonetheless, it is so much fun to make new memories with our family. Two years ago, we went to Disney World two days before Christmas. It was crazy. I love seeing Disney at Christmas time but I don't think that I would ever do it again; too many people. Although, as we went on our first family vacation of five people, we had  a great time at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;The first day we had breakfast with Mickey at our hotel Paradise Pier. I had everyone dressed up with matching shirts. We had a great day. For lunch, we came back to our hotel, had PBJ's and swam while Rebecca took a nap. Then back to the park for more fun. The Color of Wonder show at California adventure was really impressive. The next day, we got into the park early once again and had an extra hour with Mickey and friends in Toon Town. We had lunch in the park and then dinner at Goofy's Kitchen. The characters came to the table as we ate an all you can eat affair. It was wonderful. We ended the night with fireworks and Fantasia. Day three we started at the beach and then we went to my niece's wedding. I don't think that she is old enough to get married because in my eyes, she is still a little kid. Day four was supposed to be family pictures at the beach and then home, but we had to cancel the pictures and we enjoyed another morning at Disney instead.&lt;br /&gt;The beach was so much fun, cold but fun. Rebecca had never been to the beach but she ran right to the waves and knew just what to do. The kids had a great time and they didn't get cold at all.&lt;br /&gt;The boys favorite thing at Disney was Pirate Island. I think between two days, they spent three hours there. If you have never been to Pirate Island, I would suggest you go. You can walk all over the island, trying to find the big treasure (too bad the money wasn't real). Rebecca even enjoyed it on day two as she ran through the caves and over the bridges with her big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a great vacation. It was too soon to come home, just like always. I will try to post pictures tomorrow and let my blog visits be more frequent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-8389653584904662058?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/8389653584904662058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-small-world-after-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/8389653584904662058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/8389653584904662058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-small-world-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s a small world after all...'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-1497065584790678240</id><published>2011-08-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:08:39.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption if FINAL!</title><content type='html'>Six months ago today, we brought home the most adorable little girl. Today, she became Rebecca HaRin Norris. She has really blessed our lives the last six months. We had court this morning at 9:00 am. Mark went to school late and Rob went to work for just a half of a day. We celebrated with family having Korean BBQ and ice cream cake. We are such a blessed family...a family of 5! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family so much and Rebecca just completes this family of five. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-1497065584790678240?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/1497065584790678240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/08/adoption-if-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/1497065584790678240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/1497065584790678240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/08/adoption-if-final.html' title='Adoption if FINAL!'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-5517956509442797712</id><published>2011-08-19T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:53:40.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bragging and funny things</title><content type='html'>I don't know who taught my daughter to count to 20 and to sing the ABC's and to recognize her letters at the age of 21 months. I also don't know who taught not only the meaning of congruent to my 1st grade son but also how to spell it. Probably the same person taught him what a triangular prism is. My kids are learning some great things. It makes me very proud that Mark came home today with straight E's which is the same as A's. He is a very bright kid.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Rebecca was saying "Do Da, Do Da" and Luke asked Rebecca why she spoke Spanglish. To this I responded, "Are you sure it isn't Korean?"&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was driving in the rain with just Rebecca. I don't remember why, but I said the word "crap." She immediately put her hand on her head and repeated the word. When I looked at her, it was priceless, and I just started laughing. In return she started laughing. Not a word that I want her to say, but what she looked like was exactly how I felt. What a priceless moment and really when I needed a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday is our big day when our adoption becomes final. I bought Rebecca this adorable dress that is blue with stars on it. I thought it was perfect for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;I also bought Disney shirts for our upcoming trip to Disney that say "Norris Family Vacation" since this will be our first family vacation of 5 and we will all be Norris'.&lt;br /&gt;During this trip, we have three days at Disney, a day at the beach, family pictures and we will be attending my Niece's wedding. I am so excited to go. Not only that, I will be excited to get out of this humid weather. Since I have been training for a race, I have been doing a lot of running and the humidity has been horrible. I don't think that I would love living the South.&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now...&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/7610253419845180659-5517956509442797712?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5517956509442797712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/08/bragging-and-funny-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/5517956509442797712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/5517956509442797712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/08/bragging-and-funny-things.html' title='bragging and funny things'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-5029254293695170901</id><published>2011-08-04T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:21:14.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>So, we have finished three weeks of first grade. Mark is still adjusting but doing very well. Just like Kindergarten, first grade seems to be too easy. Mark is still doing swim team and has started Karate with Luke. They are both very excited about their new sport. Luke asked me the first day when they were going to learn how to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Luke is doing very well at home. He loves having mommy be his teacher. He has learned half the kinder curriculum that I picked up, and he is only been doing this with mommy for three weeks and only 4 years old. Luke is done with swimming lessons but excited about Karate. The best part of him being home, is the play time he gets with Rebecca. He was not too sure about the adoption or about Rebecca but since Mark went to school, he has fallen in love with his sister and has accepted the adoption more than ever. He has become so loving with her.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca is doing well. We just had her last home visit and her adoption is finalized in just over two weeks. She is also done with swimming lessons and is a great swimmer. She was also in a parent/child class at a gymnastics place but we are done with that as well. We are continuing to learn how to share, not hit and have good self control.&lt;br /&gt;Rob went to Atlanta last weekend for a friend's birthday and I had all three kids by myself.&lt;br /&gt;That is about all for us. We get to go to Disneyland as our first family of five vacation in 4 weeks. So excited. Also, as I mentioned above, our adoption is final this month, as well as celebrating Rob's birthday at the end of the month. So much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-5029254293695170901?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5029254293695170901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/5029254293695170901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/5029254293695170901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-5467947946216112175</id><published>2011-07-19T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:26:41.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade and EKG</title><content type='html'>The summer is over and Mark started first grade yesterday. He was ready, I was not. When we met the teacher last week, I was telling Mark that I would cry on the first day of school because I would miss him so much. He told me that I was just too silly. I did cry on the first day. He was ready to go and dressed, breakfast consumed all by himself. He had a great day. When I picked him up, he talked more about school than he ever has. I was a proud mommy. Today he went off to school just the same, ready to go. Although, not quite as talkative today as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;When I told Mark that I prayed for him all day yesterday, he asked me how that was possible, that I would be too busy for that. It is amazing what we mothers can do when we worry about our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today I had to have an EKG done. I have been having chest pains off and on for two weeks now. So, after them getting worse yesterday (thinking that I had the first day of school blues), I finally made an appointment to go see the doctor. Since I am a runner and so fit, I knew that it couldn't be my heart. Although, the first pains awoke me from a dead sleep so strong that I could barely breathe, but I was able to go back to sleep. So, the doc checked me out and after a clear bill of health, she did an EKG. I was perfectly normal. So, we are treating heart burn or reflux and see if this helps the pains in my chest. I will keep you up to date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-5467947946216112175?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5467947946216112175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-grade-and-ekg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/5467947946216112175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/5467947946216112175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-grade-and-ekg.html' title='First Grade and EKG'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-6782970918805876687</id><published>2011-06-20T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:14:02.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the loss of a child</title><content type='html'>It has been one year since I started to work with Make-A-Wish. Today marks the second wish kid that I have had pass away. I will always love what I do, but days like today make my "job" hard.&lt;br /&gt;This little boy was a sweet little boy. Just three weeks ago the family traveled to go on their wish. He wanted to see Mickey more than anything. They had to drive rather than fly because of his condition. The travel had to be moved twice because of his illness. Just days after his return he had surgery and never came out of the hospital. My heart just goes out to the family. This family is actually one that I have known since I was 10. I can not imagine loosing a child. My heart breaks for the mother. The twin brother who is healthy is also suffering something far too big for me to imagine as well. Not too mention the rest of the family. I feel sick over this and just don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;Why does God create and then for us to loose for just a short time later. Why does cancer exist? Why do other fatal illnesses occur? Why do kids have to suffer? Why do kids get abused? Why do kids get into the foster system or become orphans?&lt;br /&gt;These are things that I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;Although for now, I will do what I can to reach out to families and others so that the pain is a little less and the kids get a wish of a lifetime and maybe one less orphan will not have a home because of my heart that is heavy for kids.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, on a happy note, a weeks ago, I went to meet one of my other wish kids at the airport to welcome him home and I loved the smile on his face when he told me that he caught an 80 pound fish in Alaska. He wanted to go deep sea fishing, and that is what he did.&lt;br /&gt;And little boy, you were so precious in just the short time I knew you. My heart aches for the loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-6782970918805876687?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/6782970918805876687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/loss-of-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/6782970918805876687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/6782970918805876687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/loss-of-child.html' title='the loss of a child'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3928286551782821356</id><published>2011-06-19T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:42:44.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Mark</title><content type='html'>Mark is just four weeks shy of starting first grade. Since our summer break started, he has had to get glasses, get a cavity filled and we found out that his school moved to being a charter school. He is just such a shy kid that he doesn't want to wear the glasses in public. Unfortunately when people see something, they comment, which embarrasses Mark. If people could just keep their mouth shut it would be nice. It is kind of like having an elephant in the room. If everyone knows there is an elephant, do we need to talk about it or can we just let the elephant be and talk about something else.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rob and I are at a loss of the charter school. I am not a big fan of charter schools. So, should we move him to a different school and take a gamble that none of the other schools go charter in our district or do we home school or do we or do we send him to a private school. Since the schools start in 4 weeks, I don't have too much time to decide. Oh, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Mark is swimming and doing a great job. He is working with a swim coach and just loving it. He works so hard and does so well. I am such a proud mommy. Can't wait to see him swim with a team and compete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-3928286551782821356?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3928286551782821356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/poor-mark.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3928286551782821356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3928286551782821356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/poor-mark.html' title='Poor Mark'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-5506432733031411738</id><published>2011-06-18T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:48:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's 4th birthday</title><content type='html'>It seems almost impossible that it has been 4 years since I gave birth to my little Luke. It was a planned c-section and thank goodness because he weighed 8 lbs. 15 oz. I am so thankful for a healthy little boy and 4 wonderful years with such a sweet little boy.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a wonderful celebration with friends and family. Thomas the Train cake and Angry bird cake pops. Pinata and play in the hamster ball. Thank you to all who came.&lt;br /&gt;Luke is addicted to angry birds right now. He loves to play either on the computer or on my phone. In fact, he asked me for a phone for his birthday. We bought him an angry bird shirt which fits his personality perfectly. I can not believe how good he is and how much he enjoys figuring this game and others out. He still loves trains as well.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what God does in his life and what a wonderful man of God he becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to all. I sure miss my dad but so glad that my husband is a wonderful father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-5506432733031411738?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5506432733031411738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/lukes-4th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/5506432733031411738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/5506432733031411738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/lukes-4th-birthday.html' title='Luke&apos;s 4th birthday'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-4796724637537111601</id><published>2011-06-14T19:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:43:20.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is upon us</title><content type='html'>Summer is here both with school and the weather. Since I have all three kids all day long, I am zapped by the end of the day and don't have much to say. We have been busy with day camps at Little Gym and swimming. Rebecca had her second swim lesson today and she did great. She is already swimming. Mark is on swim team and practices three times a week. With all the activities we don't have much time for other things, but we do manage to squeeze in reading practice for Mark, reading lessons for Luke and a craft, and go to see my mom or grandmother to have more swimming since it is so hot today.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is life is crazy with three kids. I wouldn't do things any differently, but boy am I tired at the end of the day and I am sure busy with three little bodies. We have fun most of the time and we love the craziness.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I ran my first race this year this past Saturday. It was hard but fun. I also have started going to the gym and doing Zumba and other fitness classes for strength and endurance. We are also getting ready for Luke's 4th birthday this weekend (Thomas the Train cake and such), Father's Day, and celebrating our 11th wedding anniversary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-4796724637537111601?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4796724637537111601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-is-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/4796724637537111601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/4796724637537111601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-is-upon-us.html' title='summer is upon us'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-4661522768886952286</id><published>2011-05-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:48:26.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was just one of those days. My oldest son just pushed and pushed the limit. By the end of the day I was in tears and just wanted to pull my hair out. Therefore, I did what any mother would do: I cried a little, had a heart to heart with my son and when all the kids went to bed, I shared a margarita with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand it. Sometimes, meaning most days, my kids listen and don't have a problem. Then, there are the other days that they wake up and decide not to listen to a single thing you say. Yesterday was one of these days. I disciplined, I talked, I raised my voice, nothing seemed to work. When this happens, I obsess about what I could have done differently. How could I have been a better mother? How do I do better next time? I did this today. I went to the movies alone, I prayed, I thought a lot and besides that, today was a much better day and seemed to get my son back.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, the day before the bad day was not good either. Well, just 1/2 hour of it...Luke fell, hit his head, Rebecca got into something she shouldn't have and then I discovered after hanging the frame that I had just bought, was damaged. Oh well....some days are like that even in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Friday night.... I really enjoyed my evening. I was able to have dinner with a wonderful family. I did a send off party for a Make-A-Wish family. I can not tell you enough of how much I love working with these kids. They thank me for what I do, but little do they know what these kids do for me. I have the best volunteer job there is: I get to help kids! This family will get to enjoy a week at Disney at no cost. What breaks my heart, when the family returns, the little boy has to endure open heart surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-4661522768886952286?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4661522768886952286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/4661522768886952286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/4661522768886952286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-2150384315578756098</id><published>2011-05-01T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:14:59.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had two birthday parties at my house...a 6 year old party and a 76 year old party.&lt;br /&gt;Mark's party turned out great. I had jet packs for all the kids made out of soda bottles and duck tape. I had a rocket cake and kids wore space suits/costumes. We had a lot of fun with games and a pinata. I am so happy Mark had a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;The next party was for my dad. I invited my brother and sister to join us. We had a great day of ribs, chicken and sides, along with family fun.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a birthday comes around and a kid gets sick. Luke had a fever starting on Thursday and ended yesterday. I kept him in the office pretty much the entire day because I didn't want anyone else to get sick. Friday he woke up and could barely walk. I was scared but then later realized that it was probably the fever that was causing it. Although we are waiting for a test to come back from the doc to find out what was going on. And then of course, Mark complains of a tummy ache today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to add, I am getting more and more surprised at how rude our society is. First I have the lady in See's candy giving candy to my kids to "shut them up," then I have a 10 year old in the doc's office asking me to tell my baby to stop crying and then I have 3 kids today lying to me and throwing rocks at my cat. What is this world turning into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-2150384315578756098?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2150384315578756098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/05/crazy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/2150384315578756098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/2150384315578756098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/05/crazy-days.html' title='crazy days'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3626326757556698882</id><published>2011-04-28T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:01:54.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet mornings and God's humor</title><content type='html'>On Tuesdays and Thursdays when both boys are in school, I have been walking with a group of girls. We talk and walk and then get some coffee. Well, this morning it was just me. I thought about doing just the coffee thing, but changed my mind. I had 30 minutes of walking, praying and listening and then let Rebecca play at the park for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;That time was priceless. I really enjoyed talking to God and just listening to Him. Once the praying was done, I turned my iphone to Klove and wanted to listen to some songs and the artist from Santisreal. One of my favorite songs came on, reminding me that I am Free, Free indeed. It seems that when God wants me to submit to some things or let something go, HE always brings this song to the radio. So, of coarse, this morning it came on.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to God about giving my body image to Him and allowing me to see myself as what HE created, rather than what I wanted. I was also talking about being bothered by someone not liking me, but rather I need to be myself and praying for that relationship. What a beautiful time this morning. I also really enjoyed playing with Rebecca at the park. Just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;I then came home, cleaned the entire house and then the car, and went for a car wash, which was free.&lt;br /&gt;I had a child come home with a fever, so I am off to the doc and Costco once the little one wakes up. The life of a busy mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-3626326757556698882?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3626326757556698882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/quiet-mornings-and-gods-humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3626326757556698882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3626326757556698882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/quiet-mornings-and-gods-humor.html' title='quiet mornings and God&apos;s humor'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-6974641996539623095</id><published>2011-04-26T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:46:14.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not just about Rebecca</title><content type='html'>So, I don't think that this blog should just be about Rebecca...there are four other people in the family....so, I have decided to share more about the Norris clan.&lt;br /&gt;Today marks six years since I gave birth to my first son, Mark. Last night and today, I can not help but think about what life was like 6 years ago, and my labor. Mark is an amazing, sweet boy and my life has not been the same with him.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day today. On everyone's birthday in our house, we pick what we do and eat for the entire day. Therefore, today, we had smoothies for breakfast, Mark went to school and I brought popsicles for the entire class, and then lunch at McD's. After that was nap (for Rebecca and wii for the rest of us) and then off to the zoo. Play time at the park and a dinner feast was to follow along with birthday cake. Mark has had such a special day.&lt;br /&gt;What I love most about Mark is his smile and his heart. He loves to cuddle and give me hugs. He is a great big brother . Although he is shy, he is full of energy and loves to be outside. He is the smartest kid I know.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my boy! Mommy loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-6974641996539623095?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/6974641996539623095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-just-about-rebecca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/6974641996539623095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/6974641996539623095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-just-about-rebecca.html' title='not just about Rebecca'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-2404684918573049898</id><published>2011-04-15T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:24:29.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>411 on Rebecca</title><content type='html'>Many of you might be wondering about Rebecca and her personality. She fits right into our house. She is stubborn, yet full of personality. She loves to cuddle. She blows kisses. Yet, she is great at stomping her feet and throwing fits because she doesn't get her way (reminds me of her mother). She loves to give her brothers hugs and sit on them. Luke still isn't quite sure of this. She loves to be outside and loves to go for walks in the stroller. She eats more than both her brothers combined and sometimes even more that me. She is getting more and more familiar with strangers and allowing them to hold her. Just like any other 17 month old, she also bites and throws things, but we won't talk about bad habits. She also loves to make messes for me to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, she is a wonderful, loving 17 month old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-2404684918573049898?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2404684918573049898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/411-on-rebecca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/2404684918573049898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/2404684918573049898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/411-on-rebecca.html' title='411 on Rebecca'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-9100113470360749703</id><published>2011-04-10T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:09:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRikzLKyaE/TaJwr2yoluI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZtyvINfC2dc/s1600/IMG_2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRikzLKyaE/TaJwr2yoluI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZtyvINfC2dc/s320/IMG_2979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594157585892153058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a shower was thrown in my honor to welcome Rebecca. Rather than make it about me, I turned it into a birthday party for Rebecca since she was not here when she turned one. Rincon Market in Tucson, hosted and catered the food. It was delicious. Meatballs, bread, lasagna, and salad was lunch. Then, a lady made the most wonderful and beautiful cake (yes, I will post pics). 30 wonderful ladies came to celebrate with us. We were blessed with many clothes and toys. Many friends from all different walks of life. I am so blessed to have a wonderful family and wonderful friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-9100113470360749703?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/9100113470360749703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/9100113470360749703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/9100113470360749703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/shower.html' title='shower'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TuRikzLKyaE/TaJwr2yoluI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZtyvINfC2dc/s72-c/IMG_2979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-8524708347538090344</id><published>2011-04-10T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:45:38.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misc.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took the boys to a birthday party at Pump It Up. Rob stayed with Rebecca at home and they had so much fun together. There was no fussing, just walks, playing, eating lunch together and napping. Then last night, I will to photograph a prom with my parents and Rob put all three kids to bed and then finished our taxes. It is so nice that Rebecca is getting so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Today we have Rebecca's shower. I will have to post pictures and write about it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca is eating, sleeping and doing well. She talks quite a bit and copies most words that I say. She loves to play with our cat and her brothers. She LOVES music and dances with most music she hears. She was not fond of dolls when she first got here but after teaching her how to hold them and love on them, she has gotten used to them. She is a very busy girl. She enjoys being outside. We have a play house that she goes in and out of, and rings the door bell. She also goes into the sandbox, does the sea saw with her brothers and enjoys the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark really enjoys his sister. Most times, he loves on her and tries to include her on everything. Luke is a little unsure. Although, when I am not looking he will love on her and sing to her. He is a little unsure of what to do when she sits in his lap or gives him a hug. They are both adjusting so well and they are wonderful big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca's personality: very attached to mom. Loves music. Has a temper only when she doesn't get her way. Enjoys to help out. Loves books. Always on the move. Very good with cuddles and hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. More later about the shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-8524708347538090344?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/8524708347538090344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/misc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/8524708347538090344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/8524708347538090344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/misc.html' title='misc.'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-7453121273895094754</id><published>2011-04-08T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:42:19.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful news</title><content type='html'>Today we went to sign the petition for the adoption. With this signed, we wait our turn to see the judge to be stamped. Our court date is Aug. 22nd. I am so excited. In four months, Rebecca will be totally ours and we will be done with our social work visits. What a wonderful day of news.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking more about my trip...everywhere we went, the people were so willing to help. Most of the college students would want to sit next to us in a restaurant or on the subway to have an opportunity to practice their English. One man told us on the subway that Rebecca was so lucky to have us adopt her and bring her to the states. I will never forget that...but I feel like the lucky one.&lt;br /&gt;We did eat Korean food a few times while over there. It was good and authentic. We also had pizza twice. We went to this department store that was 20 stories tall. On one floor was a food court. Not really what you think of here in the states but all sit down restaurants, each with a different authenticity. The Italian restaurant was really good.&lt;br /&gt;There was also a lot of cafe's there was well. This is what we did for breakfast. We would get bundled up and go out in the cold for breakfast. Two mornings we ate at McDonald's. McD's has never tasted so good to me and I don't even like the golden arches. Anyway, the cafe's were wonderful with great coffee.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was cold (45 as a high) but beautiful. Most everyone dresses up there. Most men were in slacks, dress shirt or in a suit. Women were in dresses, skirts and high heals. So nice to see. Girls would walk arm in arm as friends. Most people that road on the subway had a cell that they would listen to music or watch movies. Now I know where all the iphone sales went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now...more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-7453121273895094754?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7453121273895094754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/wonderful-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/7453121273895094754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/7453121273895094754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/wonderful-news.html' title='wonderful news'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-8305090883593848834</id><published>2011-04-06T19:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:31:29.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coming home</title><content type='html'>The first day that I had Rebecca all to myself was the day we traveled back to the states. She immediately bonded with me and called me momma. Most wonderful words to hear. We had three hours in the Seoul airport before coming home. Although, by time we got through luggage and such, there wasn't too much time for much. They had play areas in the airport and Rebecca got right to playing. She had so much fun playing peek-a-boo with me.&lt;br /&gt;Once on the plane, she fussed until we took off, then ate some rice, korean bbq, and kimchi  and went to sleep. We bought her a bassinet seat and she slept right infront of me the entire way. I was too excited to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were in LA, we had another 8 hours before take-off. Although, it took 3 hours just to get through customs and such. Once again, we had fun the airport (no play areas) and it was time to leave before we knew it. Rebecca slept again to Tucson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I will ever forget the first time Rebecca met the boys. She seemed to care less and the boys looked at her, said hello and went on their way. They all are doing so well and the boys just love their sister. Luke would like to send her back for a week or so because she bit him, but he is fond of her nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-8305090883593848834?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/8305090883593848834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/8305090883593848834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/8305090883593848834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-home.html' title='coming home'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3896650080058847785</id><published>2011-04-05T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:33:32.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking back</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking, it took two long years to get Rebecca. Now that we have her, it seems silly to me all the worrying and stressing that I did. Although, I must say, I was worried that we never would get her and we would have to start all over. Now, time is gone and we have such a precious little girl. Just like everything, it was worth it and it all happened in God's timing: Perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;The shopping in Korea was wonderful. We did barter for the souvenirs that we brought home. Reminded me of shopping in Mexico. There was also street vendors everywhere, not only in the market places. People buy food to eat and eat it right there in front of the vendor. Very interesting looking food. Also, in the market areas, you would see fish, lettuce and other veggie looking things. Most people bought from the super market or ate at the vendors. I am sure this is a big money making business. The longer the day went on, the more vendors were out.&lt;br /&gt;On the tour, we also went to a ginseng factory and an amathyst factory. Both interesting but very pushy to buy from. We also visited some of the old dynasties from the old Korea. The structures were so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-3896650080058847785?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3896650080058847785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/thinking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3896650080058847785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3896650080058847785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/thinking-back.html' title='thinking back'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-2713425136329781670</id><published>2011-04-04T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:38:52.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taken a turn</title><content type='html'>We have taken a turn today. Not only does Rebecca have her third cold and strep throat but today she went to Rob without any hesitation and never cried once while Mommy was busy doing some house work and taking a shower. I am so proud of her. Today marks 6 weeks of having Rebecca. Now people can hold her and I can officially leave her with others. (not likely to happen anytime soon)&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about today, we made the appointment to sign our petition for adoption. Once this happens, we wait in line for an appointment infront of the judge and she officially is ours.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about our trip to Korea. My mom went with me as Rob stayed here with the boys. We were able to spend two days seeing Seoul. One day we went on a bus ride of the city. We met some great people and was able to see most of Seoul. Did you know that the President of Korea lives in a Blue House (just like the White House, but with blue tiles on the roof). We also ate some great food and did some great shopping. The second day we walked around the neighborhood to see where the orphanage was and did some more shopping. Isn't it funny that when you are so close to something, the taxi driver always takes the longer route to get more money? We could have walked but always had so much to carry to the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to write about our trip. There were six hundred children waiting for homes while we were there. We went to a room where there were sick children and another room of well children, totaling in 70 babies. So sad to see. I wanted to bring them all home. You couldn't hold the sick kids but you could hold the well ones. Three babies to a crib with a lot of swings being used as well. So sad to see. I know it is the same in the US and most other places, too many kids and not enough families to take them.&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-2713425136329781670?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2713425136329781670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/taken-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/2713425136329781670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/2713425136329781670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/taken-turn.html' title='taken a turn'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3971721826308123387</id><published>2011-04-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:13:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks</title><content type='html'>Six weeks ago, I brought my daughter home! When I set up this blog, I thought that I would be really good at writing regularly, since I love to journal. As I look back, it has been five months since I have written on my blog. Wow! So much has happened since then.&lt;br /&gt;February 14th, we received the call that we could finally go and get our daughter. Within 48 hours, my mom and I were on a flight to Korea to go and get Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;To meet her for the first time, doesn't have any words to describe. It is like holding your baby for the first time and seeing him/her after delivery. The wait for two years had finally come.&lt;br /&gt;Now we have had her for 6 weeks. She is so comfortable and she fits in with our family so well, like we have always had her. She is speaking more and more every day. God has sure blessed us with Rebecca and how well our family has adapted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-3971721826308123387?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3971721826308123387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3971721826308123387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3971721826308123387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-weeks.html' title='6 weeks'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3183269868169909943</id><published>2010-11-17T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T05:33:55.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcPBA9-wyZE?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/rcPBA9-wyZE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&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/7610253419845180659-3183269868169909943?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3183269868169909943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/11/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3183269868169909943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3183269868169909943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/11/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-4326091488956278651</id><published>2010-10-27T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T05:58:27.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>The day before my 33rd birthday, I received a call from the adoption agency. My social worker told me that more than likely the quota had been met and we would not get Rebecca until next year. I was still hopeful because they were unsure if it had been met or not and they were still waiting on one more family to get submitted. I was hanging onto a pure miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, let me explain the quota. Basically, so many kids can leave the country based on the Korean Gov. Therefore, the quota was saying there was enough kids that had left in 2010 and we all have to wait until 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was heartbroken but still hoping and praying. I was a little mad. I thought that I deserved a miracle. I have had such a hard 18 months in my life, I just didn't understand why I didn't deserve a miracle. After praying, reading my bible and then running four miles on my birthday (great way to start the day), I realized that God knows and sees something that I do not. I am thankful for that. Let God direct me and He knows my destiny. I was also afraid that I was so in love with this little girl, and that I would never get her. All hope would be lost. My agency wouldn't answer this question and I just wanted someone to say it would be okay. After doing some searching, I found out that yes, she would come home, but not soon enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here.... I wait for Jan. I don't know when in Jan. that our paperwork will be submitted or if at all. It depends on how many families are in the same situation. But if not in Jan., then Feb. I also pray for her daily. At the same time, I need to and so desire to enjoy every day with the two boys I have here in Tucson with me and love them and care for them as much as they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-4326091488956278651?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4326091488956278651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/4326091488956278651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/4326091488956278651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-1935738581574791210</id><published>2010-10-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:33:10.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So in LOVE</title><content type='html'>I am so in love with a little girl and she lives half the world away. I have never held her in my arms, but fell in love the first time I saw her picture. Twenty-two months ago we began the journey of adoption. Here we are, and although we do have a picture, we do not have her in the US. My heart longs for her every day. Sometimes, I feel that I could die inside because we don't have her yet.&lt;br /&gt;We were hoping to have our little one by Christmas but it looks like it will be after the first of the year. I am still praying for a Christmas miracle...if God could only grant me this miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned a lesson. His timing is perfect timing and He is never late. Though, I may want this now and am tired of waiting, He wants me to wait. Not only to wait, but to praise and serve Him in the mean time. To enjoy the precious gifts that He has already blessed me with and just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-1935738581574791210?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/1935738581574791210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-in-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/1935738581574791210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/1935738581574791210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-in-love.html' title='So in LOVE'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-9207987521157870705</id><published>2010-07-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T05:44:45.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information and more</title><content type='html'>This week, we did receive new pictures of our little one. She is 8 months now. The pictures are from June but atleast we know how big she is, what she is eating and how often she sleeps. What a beautiful little girl. We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;The next information we received is that we can only hope and pray that the cut off for this year does not happen before we are approved. The Korean government only allows so many children out of the country a year. We hope and pray that don't make the cut off for this year before our paperwork is approved. Once we are approved, it is only 3-6 weeks until travel.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long journey. I can only thank God for getting us through this, but also for keeping our little girl safe while we wait to get her.&lt;br /&gt;Mean while, I continue to suffer from depression and have eating issues. For whatever reason, I am not sure. But the one thing I know, God is in control and He provides all and comforts all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-9207987521157870705?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/9207987521157870705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/07/information-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/9207987521157870705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/9207987521157870705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/07/information-and-more.html' title='Information and more'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-6582200965091126311</id><published>2010-06-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:33:47.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Girl'/><title type='text'>Our Little Girl</title><content type='html'>It has been two months since we received a picture and referral of our little girl. The wait was just about to do me in. Now that I have a picture of her, I can rest. I have fallen in love with this wonderful little girl already. HaRin, meaning immense vessel. We will give her an American name, Rebecca, but her big brother wants to call her Rainbow. I have started to work on her room. I haven't done too much shopping yet, but I will when the time gets near.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we get to meet her sooner than later. I just can't wait. The boys are excited to meet her and to play with her. Mark really enjoyed helping me on her room. Luke did as well, in his own way.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby girl. Can't wait for you to come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610253419845180659-6582200965091126311?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/6582200965091126311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/6582200965091126311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/6582200965091126311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-little-girl.html' title='Our Little Girl'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610253419845180659.post-3974214113052253840</id><published>2009-09-23T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:50:49.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am learning how to blog. Wanted a way to share my thoughts, ideas and latest adoption news/stories. So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a craft night through Uppercase Living. This is a company that has vinyl lettering that will go on any flat surface. For this craft night, there are three crafts to choose from, either $19 or $29. The kit comes with everything. I will order the kits before Oct. 17th and then we can come together for food, fun and crafts. Please let me know by Oct. 4th for the three craft ideas and if you can attend. They also can be found at www.uppercaseliving.com in the holiday edition catalog.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to share more.&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/7610253419845180659-3974214113052253840?l=staceynorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3974214113052253840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2009/09/craft-night_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3974214113052253840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610253419845180659/posts/default/3974214113052253840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceynorris.blogspot.com/2009/09/craft-night_23.html' title='Craft night'/><author><name>Stacey Norris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05790094563670404499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4hO5JWClME/Tnv1SjD6IgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/PwtJ8GtjNAA/s220/IMG_1074.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
