tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505079293131451092024-02-19T12:11:57.600-05:00The Kind-of-Crunchy Hall~Smith FamilyHall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-76342547057148467192013-11-05T09:00:00.003-05:002013-11-05T09:01:56.203-05:00When I Signed Up to Become a Parent...<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">When I signed up to become a parent, I expected
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boos, plan birthday parties, and volunteer with the PTA. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">When I became a
parent, I had a vision of what my life was going to be. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Never in my plans were
appointments with surgeons, therapists and psychiatrists. The words
"esophageal abnormality," "thoracotomy,"
"Aspergers," or "autism" never appeared in my plans. But we
aren't given the hand we plan for, are we? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">We're dealt whatever hand God chooses for us and its up to us how we
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">So many of my friends have faced a different hand of cards than the one they expected. I've had friends lose their child to cancer before her third birthday. Friends that have watched their children fight genetic diseases; friends that have lost their child's other parent; and, friends that have been told that their child may never talk or be independent. My friends did not ask for or expect the hand they were dealt, yet they all have one thing in common: They've done an amazing job playing that hand. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">They are wonderful parents and love their children in some crazy, unbelievable way that they never could have imagined before becoming a parent.</span><br />
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Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-75348979509140364002013-10-20T10:25:00.001-04:002013-10-20T10:27:01.685-04:00Responsibility: Giving BackOne of the most important values that we try to instill upon our children is responsibility. In addition to being responsible for typical kid issues such as remembering their homework and cleaning their rooms, we focus on "grown-up" responsibilities too such as being responsible to this amazing planet we call home and being responsible for those less fortunate, both near and far. After all, we aren't raising children, right? We're raising responsible adults, who happen to still be children.<br />
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This weekend, Cadence and I had the opportunity to, once again, prepare dinner and serve some homeless families from our community. We sat around the dinner table with them and talked about the beautiful fall weather we've been having; their plans for the upcoming weeks; and one family even shared how they came to be homeless. Their story was something that could easily happen to pretty much everyone I know.</div>
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Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-78133192503092577762013-10-18T09:09:00.000-04:002013-10-18T09:15:15.232-04:00A New School Year - New Schools - New AttitudesOver the summer, I vowed that this school year would be different. Last year, I was at the school three times in the first week for Gabriel. He threw terrible fits and his teacher couldn't get him to focus. The teacher didn't know how to handle him and, frankly, didn't want to learn. He began to despise going to school and started acting out more at home. We requested a new classroom, but were told that the school "didn't do that." Instead, the principal suggested that I sign a waiver giving my consent to Gabriel not attending kindergarten at all. That way, they could have him come in for just a few hours each day and send him home when needed without worrying about his attendance. I refused and was completely appalled that that was the best suggestion the principal had.<br />
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Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-9495167914967153562013-10-06T22:04:00.000-04:002013-10-20T10:27:16.688-04:00Return to HaitiLast month I had the privilege of returning to Haiti. I traveled with Restore Haiti and assisted in the delivery of school supplies for the children in the community of Morne Oge. I was also honored to be asked to speak at the Party of Excellence, an annual celebration recognizing the very best students from the previous school year. Like my first trip, the journey was amazing. I worked in the feeding program, assisted with the construction of a family's home and spent many hours playing with the children in the community.<br />
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There were many differences in this year's trip versus the trip I took last summer. Neither trip was better or worse than the other. They were just different. I liked that. It made this year's trip seem like a whole new experience. For starters, I didn't know anyone on my team. I had spoken to our leader once on the telephone and met the team when I flew into Miami. I was a little nervous to travel with a group of complete strangers, but we were friends by the end of the week. Haiti has that effect on people.<br />
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Another awesome difference about our trip was that three of our team members were children all under the age of ten years old. I was so impressed by how well the girls adapted and by how hard they worked. They sorted school supplies with the rest of us. They escorted children into the Party of Excellence and assisted with the feeding program. They were absolute angels and it was so much fun to hang out with them. They helped the "homesick" feeling that I had from being away from my children and I miss them now that I'm home. They also gave me the confidence that I think I needed to bring my children with me on a future trip. The next time I go to Haiti, it will be with my children.<br />
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I felt more immersed in the community this year. In my previous trip, we rode from the hotel to the church each day and then to dinner and the beach once. We weren't able to spend an extended amount of time in the city and really take it all in. This year, on our first afternoon, we set out from the hotel on foot. We walked through the streets of Jacmel down to the waterfront. I was impressed with the work being done there to increase tourism. They were putting in a boardwalk with beautiful mosaic work and there were hotels being built. It was very encouraging.<br />
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Some other fun firsts for me: I snacked on a sugar cane. I bought ice cream out of the back of a Suzuki Sidekick. I rode on a moto with four other people. :) The moto ride was probably one of my favorite memories. It wasn't my first Haitian moto ride, but it was my first with three kids and another adult. The kids chatted all the way to the hotel. They told me all about their aunts and uncles and asked about my family. It was a fun time. <br />
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I spent time with both of my sponsor children on this trip. During church on Sunday, I thought I recognized Rose Martine's aunt, but I wasn't sure. Then she handed me a note welcoming me to Haiti. Rose Martine and her family live near the hotel where we were staying. Her aunt brought her to visit me at the hotel early on Monday morning. I visited with them there a few times during the week, as well as during the feeding program. It was nice to have that one-on-one time with them. Rose's aunt speaks very good English and we were able to chat for quite some time. I feel much closer to her and to the whole family as a result of this trip. I was able to see Wendell towards the end of the week. It made me so happy to see them both.<br />
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Again, I was in awe at the impact that Restore Haiti is making in that community. The children are happy, healthy and educated, thanks to the work being done there. People are in safe homes and the community is thriving thanks to Restore Haiti and the sponsors. It is amazing to see the growth from last year to this year. Imagine what the next year or the next decade will bring. <br />
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Walking the streets of Jacmel with my sugar cane </div>
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Our tap tap driver wearing the most awesome t-shirt in all of Haiti ;)</div>
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I had the honor of escorting Clara, my friend's sponsor child, into the Party of Excellence</div>
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Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-28921048022319038882013-05-26T09:00:00.001-04:002013-05-26T09:00:57.873-04:00Perfect Toddler StormI was awake and I'd checked on the kids twice. They were watching Aquabats in their new TV room and playing with light sabers. It was a typical non-school morning. I buried myself back under the blankets one last time while I debated between starting the day off with a run, a trip to the grocery store or cleaning house. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It wasn't a normal ring. It rang several times in a row, meaning one of two things - there was an emergency outside or it was a kid.<br />
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I promise that, generally speaking, I do not allow my toddler to roam the neighborhood alone, in a mostly-naked state and I do not condone eating entire blocks of cheddar cheese (although that does sound pretty good, doesn't it?). A series of event that, when combined, created this weekend morning conundrum. </div>
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Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-6162867080283429512012-11-28T09:18:00.002-05:002012-11-28T09:19:31.556-05:00Christmas Without the "Stuff"First of all, I know it has been forever since I've written a post. I apologize. I always say I'll get better, but I never do, so this time I am not going to make you any promises. I'm posting today and that's all that matters. :)<br />
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We've been focusing a lot in our house on reducing the "stuff" that we've accumulated. We still have a long way to go, but we're getting there. Our current challenge is getting through the Christmas season without a.) undoing all we've accomplished and b.) celebrating a wonderful Christmas season that the children will look back on and enjoy. What are your favorite memories of Christmas? Mine involve making cookies with my mom, going on a sleigh ride, visiting my grandparents, going to see the Christmas lights and Christmas Eve church service. There are a few toys that stick out in my memory too, but not that many. I remember my first Nintendo. I remember receiving a swim suit that I really wanted. I also remember this giant bean bag chair that was wrapped in a sheet. For the most part though, my memories involved things that we did and not the things that we received.</div>
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With that in mind, as well as our mission to reduce our family spending, we've decided that Christmas will be different this year. Each child will receive two or three presents to open on Christmas morning. When purchasing these gifts, we asked ourselves the following questions: Does it encourage creativity? Do they have something similar? Is it educational? Will it create a family memory?</div>
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If you're considering downsizing your children's playrooms, here are a few ideas that I've compiled for gift giving:</div>
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2. Gift certificates to an activity (Frankie's Fun Park, Chuck E Cheese's, miniature golf place, bowling, etc.)</div>
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10. Dress up clothes - Again, creativity!</div>
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Our goal is to make this Christmas season very special for the children and to help them understand that Christmas is about Jesus and giving and <i>not</i> about the presents they receive. To help redirect this focus, we're planning some fun activities. Here are a few of the things that we're doing:</div>
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We'll also go see the lights, attend one or more Christmas parades, and play and sing along to Christmas music. Hopefully, with all that is going on this year, the kiddos won't even notice that their Christmas loot has shrunk dramatically. </div>
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Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-63801358718574629242012-10-03T20:57:00.001-04:002012-11-28T09:28:43.857-05:00All I Want for Christmas......is to go to Haiti. I know people often say "I don't need anything for Christmas/my birthday/etc." but I really don't. If there is one thing that I have learned since visiting Haiti is that I have more than enough of everything. I am truly blessed to have a nice roof over my head, a dependable car in the garage, food in the fridge and plenty of extra things that I really don't need. There is something I'm missing though. I think I left a piece of my heart in Haiti and I need to go back and find it. :) <br />
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Early next year, I am planning to return to Haiti, this time, with Chris. I'm very excited to be sharing this experience with him! With both of us going, it means that we'll need to raise double the amount that I raised for my last trip. This worries me a little, but I'm sure it will all work out in the end.<br />
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One way that Chris and I have discussed raising money for our trip is to ask family and friends to consider donating to our mission trip instead of purchasing us Christmas presents and I would also ask the same for my birthday. Of course, we do not mean that everyone should rush out and make donations to our trip because of my upcoming birthday or Christmas (although they'd be appreciated!), we just as that, if you were planning on purchasing something for us, that you consider donating to our mission work instead. <br />
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Donations may made payable to "Restore Haiti" and sent to PO Box 680278, Franklin TN 37068 with "Chris & Karen Hall, Feb. 16-23 2013 trip" in the memo. Your donation is tax deductible.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'" Matthew 25:40</span>Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-34638867776104496522012-08-30T16:28:00.002-04:002012-08-30T16:28:41.540-04:00A Sprint or a Marathon?When Chris and I first started dating, we stayed up until 2am on a regular basis talking and getting to know each other. He would groggily walk out the front door and I'd crawl into bed for a few hours before getting up with the kids between 5 and 6am. I remember explaining my lack of energy to a friend of mine who inquired, "Are you planning on this relationship being a sprint or a marathon?" I immediately thought, "Marathon!" but realized that I couldn't keep up the pace. Something had to give. Chris and I quickly adapted to a new routine that involved more time together on the weekends and less on work nights. We started into our marathon pace and have been jogging along ever since. <br />
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Last school year, I sprinted and I sprinted HARD. It was the year I did <i>everything</i>. Well, not everything, but it sure felt that way! I tried to work around Cadence's school schedule by working from home from 5am until 6:30am and then going into the office from 8am until 2pm. I was supposed to be finished work at 2pm, but I usually ended up working in the afternoons because there was always something I <i>had</i> to do. In addition to working, I was a room mom for Cadence's class; I served on the board for my professional organization; I began couponing and even tried to run a frugal parenting site; I focused on raising money for my summer mission trip to Haiti; I attended soccer practices for two children; and, since I wasn't busy enough, I trained for three half marathons. I did all of this while still trying to keep up with all of my stay-at-home-mom friends when it came to cooking, cleaning, doing laundry and executing Pinterest projects and while trying to keep up with seemingly everyone I had ever known via Facebook. I was attempting to run a marathon at a sprinter's pace.<br />
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This school year, I'm slowing down to the jogging pace that I love and therefore some things are going to have to go. My children and their activities definitely are not going anywhere and I wouldn't trade them for the world, but that means other things will need to be adjusted. Other commitments, hobbies and interests that have previously been very important to me will need to go to the back burner for a while to make room. I'm giving up on trying to keep up with Pinterest and I'm going do the always-dreaded Facebook housecleaning. ;) I mean, who really knows 350+ people...? :) Please don't take offense. It is time for me to regroup and focus on what needs my attention the most. It is time to start my marathon pace especially since this school year is already proving to be a tough run.Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-8432489123582428212012-08-23T21:35:00.001-04:002012-08-23T21:35:43.230-04:00Haiti - Day 5We met for our usual morning prayer on the roof and then headed to the Restoration house for breakfast. We had spaghetti with sausage that was similar to a hot dog. There was no sauce, but it was really good! We also had pineapple, scrambled and boiled eggs, bananas and bread with peanut butter.<br />
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I went back to the hill by the castle to carry the sand and gravel down the hill. I made several trips and then stopped to play soccer with some of the local children.<br />
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While I was talking to some of the men the soccer ball came in my direction. I tried to kick it back but it went off of the side of my foot and fell about 20 feet into a huge canyon full of trash. I felt terrible! One of the kids climbed in after it. He pulled his shirt over his face to protect himself from the bugs and slowly maneuvered his way to the ball. He had one foot on one ledge and one foot on another. The ball was about 5 feet directly below him. He inched his way down until he was in a full split. He tilted forward until he was upside down and reaching above his head. He just barely reached it. He wanted me to take his picture so I did. He threw the ball up and the kids cheered. I think I'm banned from playing soccer now.<br />
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After a few hours we headed back. The walk through the village was pretty. The hard work was totally worth the view. On the way back someone pointed out what they thought was a catholic church. I peaked into the "church" but didn't see a cross. I said that I didn't believe it was a church and returned to the road. We later found out it was a voodoo temple. I'm glad that I didn't have any part of that. A few other individuals stepped inside and took pictures. That worried me a little.<br />
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I was fortunate that day, to meet Rose's family. She lives with her aunt, grandmother and cousin. Her mother died when she was a month old. That broke my heart into a million pieces. In my mind, she had a mommy that loved her very much and she went home to her every day after school. I could tell that her family loved her but I was very sad that she didn't have a mom. I enjoyed speaking to Rose's family about her. I learned her clothing size, shoe size and other information that I didn't previously have.<br />
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After the feeding program was over, we went back to the hotel and everyone was excited to hear about my meeting with Rose's family. It was awesome to share my story with them. That night, at the Restoration House, we had what can only be described as liquefied Cinnamon Toast Crunch for dinner. It was good but hot. Looking back, I'm not exactly sure how I feel about hot porridge when it is so hot outside. :)Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-71695073919569178902012-07-27T22:14:00.001-04:002012-07-27T22:14:15.178-04:00My Eight Month JourneyThis is sort of a difficult topic for me. Have you ever looked at a picture of yourself and thought "Wow, that's not a very good picture."? I'm sure we all have. Well, last November, I looked at a picture that downright terrified me. After having three kids and turning 30, I had come to terms with the fact that I'd never be a supermodel, but wow, that picture... was baaaaad. Until that moment, I didn't realize how much I had changed over the last few years. I knew that I wanted to look different. Better. Not thinner, but healthier. Not skinny, but fit. <br />
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Three weeks prior to this picture, I had run my first half marathon. One would think I was pretty fit, but I wasn't properly balancing my diet and exercise. In my mind, I could drink a few glasses of wine or beer because I ran 5 miles earlier that day. I could eat whatever I wanted, because I was running. Unfortunately, it doesn't work quite like that.</div>
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For the next eight months, I made my health a priority. I watched the foods that I ate. I met with a trainer. I regularly did cardio and weight training. Did I slip up? Sure. I still enjoy dessert from time to time. I'll have a few beers with friends occasionally, but not every day. Do you know what I've learned from this? I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything. I love going to the gym. I love running. I love eating fresh veggies. I love feeling great. I've also learned that a great support system is key. In addition to my husband and kiddos, I have a wonderful group of ladies that have have cheered me on every step of the way. I'm a lucky girl.</div>
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I'm down just over 30lbs from my November picture and my dress size has gone from a size 14 to a size 8. I'm still a work in progress and I plan to continue training and pushing my limits. I enjoy the challenge. I'll never be a supermodel and that's okay. I am happier and healthier, and that's all that matters.</div>
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<br />Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-60353554913061137232012-07-21T22:21:00.000-04:002012-07-21T22:24:14.073-04:00Haiti - Day 3We woke up at 6:20 a.m.. We've been showering at night for 2 reasons: 1) It is hot, so it is a great way to cool down, and 2) we are nasty when we come back to our room, so we have to shower. This has been helpful for the mornings though as our hair dries mostly during the night. All we have to do is change and head out.<br />
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We rode the tap tap to breakfast and enjoyed the same eggs with onions and spices as the day before. We also had mango, banana, peanut butter on bread and coffee. I also had a small piece of cheese that was similar to farmer's cheese. It was delicious. <br />
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After breakfast we met to discuss what project we'd be working on. I chose to work on digging a trench to pour concrete in order to build an extension on one family's home. Currently a mother, father and 3 or 4 children are living in a 2-room house. <br />
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The work was challenging but fulfilling. I swung a pick ax and shoveled gravel and hard dirt. I stopped for a few minutes to play with some kids. I gave them stickers and let them run off with my iPhone and camera. One boy discovered Robot Unicorn Attack and laughed and laughed as he played it. I retrieved my camera long enough to take a video and thought of my brother-in-law and that, because of him (because he introduced it to me), kids in Haiti now love that game.<br />
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After several hours of work, we wet back to the church. The kids were playing and we joined them for a minute. They wanted me to hold their lands and lift them in their air. My arms were exhausted from picking and shoveling but there is always enough strength left for that. <br />
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We headed to the Restoration House for lunch. On the walk over, a boy kept saying "iPod? iPod?" I smiled and then he said, "Justin? Justin Bieber?" I never wished so hard that I had Justin Bieber before on my phone. Here is this kid, who may not have running water, but he knew what an iPod was and he knew who Justin Bieber is! How cool is that!?! A Restoration House, lunch was an amazing stew with beef, carrots, potatoes and dumplings. We also enjoyed a Coke. :)<br />
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After lunch we went to the church to help with the feeding program. Although it was a littel crazy, it was amazing seeing all the kids. The best moment of my day was when I started asking for Rose, my sponsor child. One child said that she was Rose's cousin and that he'd go find her. A few minutes later he returned with a beautiful little girl in a blue and white dress. It was Rose. I said, "My name is Karen. I am your sponsor." She didn't understand and looked at her cousin. He translated. Her eyes got wide and she smiled. She threw her arms around my neck. It was like receiving a hug from an angel. Best. Feeling. Ever. I walked her back to the church and took pictures of her enjoying her lunch. It is amazing to see that I really can make a difference in some one's life.<br />
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After playing for a while it was time to go back to the hotel and prepare to go out to dinner. We came back to the hotel and I called my mom and Christy. Our group chatted in the lobby for a while and then went to our rooms to take showers. We went to dinner in the city at a place called "Sesonet" (or something similar to that). I had roasted goat with fried plantains, fried potatoes, tomatoes, cole slaw, rice & beans and water. I was on the verge of panic before dinner because both Candice and Elena felt sick and I just knew that we were all coming down with the flu. After dinner though, they felt much better and we determined it was due to the heat and over exerting themselves.<br />
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On the way back to the hotel we rode in the tap tap (instead of the van that we rode on coming to dinner). Riding through the city while sitting on the roof of a pickup truck almost gave me a heart attack. It was much different than the slow bumpy roads near Restoration House. I was white-knuckled the whole time. It was nuts!<br />
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After our rest, we got back in the tap tap and went to the Restoration House for dinner. Outside, Pastor Lafleur told us about his childhood and about the cycle of life in Haiti. He said that his mother went to school for one day. She did not have a pencil, so she came home and asked her father for less than a penny so she could buy a pencil. He told her that he did not have the money to spend on school as he could barely afford to feed them. The pastor further explained that that is the choice that most Haitians have to make: go to school, eat, or have a roof over their heads. The pastor's mother never went back to school.<br />
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Education was very important to Pastor Lafleur's mother. She sent the pastor to school and therefore he grew up without much food. He said that he remembered going four days without food. His mother put salt in some water and gave it to him to make him feel full. The pastor says that he "ate books" so he could eat later. He ate knowledge so he could have a better life. He finished every year at the top of his class. One year he was given a can of peas and a small amount of money for his good grades. A few days later, on Good Friday, the pastor's mother told him to wait by the road for the bus to pass. Her boyfriend drove the bus and he would give the pastor some money so that his family could buy dinner for Good Friday. The pastor waited for the bus for eight hours. When it finally came, there was a different driver. The pastor went home without any money for their Good Friday dinner. However, because of his good grades, his family was at least able to eat the peas. His mother used the money that came with them to buy a small amount of charcoal so she could cook them for their Good Friday meal.<br />
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The story really really made me stop and think. I thought of all the times I've said "I'm hungry" or my kids have said "I'm starving." We've never been hungry and we most certainly have never been starving. We are very lucky. After the story, no one rushed to the dinner table that night. in fact, we all ate slowly and savored every bite we had been blessed with.<br />
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Dinner was rice with chicken legs and peas. We also had turkey and potato salad. The potato salad was purple from the beets that were in it. They were amazing - and I hate beets. <br />
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After dinner we went back to the hotel and tried to call home but there was no wifi. We spent some time doing our Bible study and then headed off to bed.<br />
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Since we returned home early on Sunday morning, I've been thinking about the best way to "talk" about our trip with my Facebook friends. I don't want to write a summarizing post and risk missing the small details that made the trip special, but I also don't want to overwhelm you all with the 77 pages that I wrote in my journal. I think the best way to share my experience with you is the same way God shared it with me, one day at a time. Here we go....</div>
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Today has been my first full day in Jacmel, Haiti. Friday night, we met at the church at 11:30 p.m. We drove to Atlanta and arrived at the airport at about 3:30 a.m. I honestly thought we were leaving too early, but it seemed to be a good amount of time - especially with all of the luggage we had. Between the six of us, there were 12 carry ons and 11 large checked bags. We checked in at 4:30 a.m. and headed to security. My carry on back pack set off their alarm so it was fully searched. I'd really like to know what set it off so I know not to pack that again. It took almost an hour to get us all through security. We found our gate and Mark, Elena, Kristy and I went to grab breakfast. My last full "American" meal was an omelet, sausage, bacon and cheese sandwich on a croissant with a diet Pepsi. It was awesome.</div>
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On the way back to our gate, I passed a vending machine that had items one may need while flying. One of those items was a Kindle - a Kindle in a vending machine! Only in America....
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We sat down near the gate and Mitch and Candice went to get some food. I saw that I had missed a call from Big Jake (my father in law) and called him back. I promised to be safe on my trip. When I hung up they began boarding the plane. The four of us stood in line and kept letting people ahead of us since Mitch and Candice had not yet returned. They appeared just as the airline called final boarding and we were off!</div>
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Once in Miami we found out that our next flight had been over-booked. The airline was offering $800 vouchers to 6 people that would give up our seats. It was very tempting but we had people waiting for us in Port-au-Prince and we did not need to delay the. The flight was so crowded that the airline gate-checked most of the large carry on bags. I couldn't help but think of the "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YGc4zOqozo">United Breaks Guitars</a>" song when I overheard one of the employees complaining that they were up to four guitars. </div>
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The immigration officer took y passport and documentation. He stamped them and gestured for me to keep going. He didn't ask a single question. The immigration area provided the last opportunity for a bathroom until we arrived in Jacmel. You'd better believe that I took advantage of that opportunity! <br />
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The majority of our luggage was thrown in the floor, despite the conveyor belts. After some searching, pushing and some mild panic (we thought a bag was missing), we found all of our bags. We then paid a gentleman to help us and began to venture out of the airport. Several men rushed our carts, trying to "help" us. They were looking for tips. We kept saying "No merci!" but they kept coming.<br />
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Driving through the city of Port-au-Prince was eye-opening. I knew going into the trip that it was a poor city, but seeing it really made it hit home. It was obvious that the poverty existed long before the earthquake, but the quake definitely didn't help.<br />
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People rushed the van and tried to sell us drinks, ice cream and art. It was very overwhelming. We passed the capital building. The dome was almost completely collapsed by the earthquake and the remainder of the building was in shambles. <br />
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The entire drive through Port-au-Prince took a little over 2 hours. The poor road conditions and non-existent traffic laws made for very slow travel. <br />
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Outside of the city, we began our climb into the Haitian mountains. If Port-au-Prince were on one end of a spectrum, the mountains would be on the other. The road was very narrow and winding, but I didn't feel like I was in danger. I enjoyed the ride and barely flinches as we swerved around cars, livestock and people. The driver slowed down for me once so I could get a nice picture from the top of a mountain.<br />
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The air was so much nicer up there and, for the first time since arriving I thought, "The temperature might not bee too bad!" It turns out though that Jacmel is not in the mountains. It is on the other side in the elevation of hot and sticky.<br />
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We went straight to the hotel and unpacked the luggage. We were given our room assignments. Kristy and I shared a room that had a full sized bed and a twin sized bed. The bathroom had a toilet, large shower and a sink. No mirror. There was a five gallon bucket in the shower. This could be filled and used in case the water didn't work. That happened once on our trip.
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Back in the main area of the room I thought I was seeing things. There was an air conditioner! Praise God!!! Throughout the rest of the trip, we referred to this wonderful amenity as the "magic box."<br />
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We rode in the back of the tap tap which is a pickup truck equip with either benches for sitting or rails for holding on. It was a fun but bumpy ride. We passed several children playing near the road. They smiled and yelled "Blanc! Blanc!"<br />
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We arrived just in time for dinner. After the blessing, we ventured over to the spread. I don't know what I expected the food to be like, but I know it wasn't that. We were served an amazing stew with potatoes, dumplings, beef and vegetables. We poured the stew over rice and drank either mango juice or water.<br />
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After dinner, Pastor LaFleur briefed us about what to expect while we were here. We went back to our hotel on the tap tap and met on the roof top to discuss our day and pray. As we had been warned, the power turned off at 2am. It took 8 minutes for the generator to turn on. After that, the "magic box" was back on and we were very happy. <br />
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Join me next time I have 20 minutes to myself for Day 2. In the meantime, please visit <a href="http://restorehaiti.com/">Restore Haiti</a>. Learn how you can <a href="http://restorehaiti.com/child-sponsorship/">sponsor a child</a> for only $30 per month. For non reoccurring donations, consider providing over 400 children with a chicken leg for $250 providing the same children with a glass of milk for $150.<br />
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<br />Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-14942099647349391352012-05-08T06:25:00.001-04:002012-05-08T08:07:47.499-04:00Signs of a Working ParentA week or so ago, I sat down to a meeting for my professional organization at a nice restaurannt. I looked down at my hands and immediately put them in my lap. There were Oreo cookies under my fingernails! You see, I had just left Cadence's class where I read them the story "Diary of a Worm." After the book, I made them a 'dirt and worms' treat using chocolate pudding, gummy worms and crumbled Oreos, the evidence of which still remained on my poor hands. I quickly excused myself to the restroom to wash my hands. While washing, I thought of several other things that have happened to either Chris or I that remind us, and the world, that we are working parents.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've had a pacifier fall out of my pocket in the middle
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A shirt and tie is normal apparel for Chris when coaching our
4-year-old’s soccer team.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've walked into an office meeting singing “fruit salad…” to
myself, only to have someone respond “yummy yummy!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've had to stop court hearings to take a 15 minute pump
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My designer diaper bag now functions as my brief case.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My 8-year-old has been on a “field trip” with me to serve
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I'm sure there are more, but that is all I can think of right now as I've probably blocked the rest out or forgotten them due to lack of space in the 'remembering' section of my brain with all of the PTA meetings, court schedules, soccer practice schedules, work deadlines, birthday parties and professional meetings I have stored up there.</div>Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-1363584209951223342012-04-24T13:55:00.000-04:002012-04-25T06:37:49.224-04:00Mommy on a Mission (Trip)It seems like I'm always on some sort of mission - a mission to be a "super mom", a mission to run a half marathon, a mission to get the kids to soccer practice on time, a mission to be a successful professional, etc. There's always something going on. Through all of the commotion and chaos of life, I sometimes forget to slow down and listen to the most important mission. It is not the ones that I create for myself or for my family, but the one that God has created for me. Its a lifelong mission full of laughter, tears and surprises. I don't know all of the details of the mission He has created for me, but I know that there is one and try to listen when He give me hints. <br />
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About a year ago, my neighbor and friend told me about her mission trip to Haiti. I was immediately interested. It was if someone said "Go. Do that. Help them." From that point on, I knew that I wanted to be part of that mission. On July 7th, I'm going to Jacmel, Haiti with a group from LifeSong Church in Lyman for a week. We will be working with an organization called <a href="http://restorehaiti.com/">Restore Haiti</a>. The group that I'll be travelling with will be bringing new bras (in all sizes) and gently used, modest dresses to the women there to wear to church (many women do not attend church if they do not have a dress as they feel embarassed). We will also have the opportunity to work on construction projects, assist in the food clinic and spend time with the people there. I am looking forward to the trip and for the opportunity to contribute something to these people.<br />
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I will miss my family. They are supportive of my upcoming trip and Cadence wants to come along (maybe someday). It will be hard to leave them, but I know that Chris is very capable of holding down the fort while I'm gone.<br />
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The cost of my trip is approximately $1,350.00. Our group will be holding several fund raisers (so watch for news about those!), but ultimately the responsibility for the cost rests with each of us going on the trip. I ask that you please keep me in your prayers as I prepare for this trip. If you are able and would like to make a tax deductible contribution to the cost, please let me know and I'll provide you the information.<br />
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If you'd like to check out the information on the organization that we will be working with, you can visit their website <a href="http://restorehaiti.com/">here</a>.Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-57633486622113183032012-03-18T19:05:00.005-04:002012-03-18T19:25:31.805-04:00A World Without Facebook<div style="text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">I'm a little over half way through my Lenten fasting from Facebook (I think) so I thought I would share some of the things that I have accomplished in my time off.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">1.) Disney Trip with the family - I've <a href="http://hallsmithfamily.blogspot.com/2012/03/our-disney-trip-and-useful-tips-for.html">posted </a>about this separately, so check it out. I'll add some pictures to Facebook when I'm back. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">3.) Run for Your Lives - A Zombie Infested 5K - This was a fun run! It was in "Atlanta" (which is in quotation marks because it was an HOUR away from Atlanta so actually NOT in Atlanta, but whatevs). It rained for the three days leading up to the race and I've NEVER been so muddy. Here is my grand finish.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGxwcTL7UGC3VnHb1gmnNAb7Ujp5lkMQqp4oIKlVee66NVIASe2Jbf5qsJzCH6dMMR5LrB5lIIaVUWvpgVc4j5BQ6iL1wEjG8jOWWCYogmiKNKpAxqXgSuPsbyT-Mc-SWC0rL-1ItUOll/s320/finish.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721378165393213266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px; " /><div><br /></div><div>4.) Milling My Own Flour - I started this just before Lent, but I'm really getting the hang of it now. This weekend, I baked four loaves of bread for the upcoming week. It is sooooo good and so much more healthy than the stuff from the store.</div><div><br /></div><div>5.) Losing Weight - Speaking of being healthy, I've dropped 14.5 pounds since Thanksgiving. It is slow coming off, but it's getting there. I meet with a trainer and am training for my first Tough Mudder run in October.</div><div><br /></div><div>6.) Half Marathon Training - Speaking of training, I'm running another half marathon on April 21st in downtown Greer. I'm really excited about this run. </div><div><br /></div><div>7.) House Cleaning - Starting this week I've begun gutting my house and doing my spring cleaning. My apologies to anyone that has stepped foot in the disaster area known as my house recently. I promise it is better now. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>8.) House Decorating - I have a plan for the downstairs. Now I need the time, money and motivation to execute it. Renovating Chris's house a few years ago left me without the desire to ever do house projects again. I think I'm finally getting over it though.</div><div><br /></div><div>9.) Haiti - This will be a separate entry soon as well, but I'm attending a mission trip to Haiti in July. I'm very excited to have the opportunity to meet and help the people there and do God's work.</div><div><br /></div><div>10.) Becoming More of a Hippie Mom - Is that possible? Yes! We now proudly buy 75-90% of our meat from a local farmer; we drink raw milk also purchased from a local farmer; and, as I mentioned before, we mill our own flour to make bread. The grain comes from a local distributor as well. In a few weeks the farmer's markets will be in full swing, and I'll be buying all of our produce there. I'd love to grow it myself but, alas, my thumb is NOT green. Although, I did just plant a fig tree in our backyard. Please cross your fingers for me that it survives and flourishes! </div><div><br /></div><div>So there are ten things that I've been doing while away from Facebook. :)</div>Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-80840875949075637132012-03-12T17:20:00.011-04:002012-03-12T19:46:20.004-04:00Our Disney Trip and Useful Tips for Families with Small Children<span style="font-weight: normal; "><span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline">We just got home from our first Disney World trip with all three children. We had a great time during our short trip and we learned a lot about flying with small children, Disney with small children and just traveling with small children in general.</span></span><div style="font-weight: normal; "></div><div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span>Friday morning we surprised the children by waking them up super early and telling them we were going to Disney World and that we would be flying. They were so excited! We got to the airport with our three children, three carry on bags, three car seats, stroller and diaper bag. Allegiant Airlines kindly checked the car seats, carry on bags and stroller at the check in, free of charge. I had read several places online that it is okay to bring liquids in excess of the three ounce limit if it is for your child. I brought a few juice boxes and some yogurt for the kids. When we got to the TSA check point, I unzipped my lunchbox containing said juice and yogurt and showed it to the TSA agent, who was very nice. She asked if I was responsible for the contents of the lunchbox and I said I was. I then received a lovely TSA pat down. Apparently, that is required since the TSA could not test my kids' juice boxes and yogurt since they were sealed. This brings me to <b>Tip #1: If bringing yogurt, applesauce, juices, etc. on board a plane for your children, make sure it is contained in something that can be opened. Otherwise, you may have the pleasure of really getting to know your TSA agent.</b></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><span><span>The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful except that it was a bit bumpy at one point and Cadence yelled "Are we going to crash!?!?" </span></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Tip #2: Explain the conc</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">ept of </span><b>turbulence</b><span><b> to your children ahead of their first plane ride. </b>Liam spent the entire plane ride tucked into my Ergo. I touch more on baby wearing in a little bit.</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><span>We arrived and had lunch with one of my mommy friends and her daughters. After lunch we tried to check in to the hotel, but there wasn't a room ready for us. We headed to Downtown Disney for some shopping and to meet Chris's aunt for dinner. When we got to Downtown Disney, Gabriel immediately went into a full blown meltdown because we "told him we were going to Disney World." I explained that Downtown Disney was <i>part</i> of Disney World, but he wouldn't hear any of it. He was curled in a fetal position in the floor board of the rental car sobbing. This brings me to <b>Tip #3: If you are arriving in Orlando in the earlier part of the day and <i>not</i> planning on visiting the parks until the next day, either a.) </b></span></span><b style="font-family: arial; ">change your plans and go that day or b.) make it very clear to your children that they will see Mickey the next day.</b></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><span><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><span>After dinner we checked into our room. Chris headed out to the store to pick up a few things. There are a few things that we <i>always</i> bring with us into the park. <b>Tip #4: Pack an empty soft cooler in one of your suitcases. The night before going into the parks, put some water bottles in your freezer (Tip #4a: ALWAYS get a room with at least a kitchenette.). In the morning, pack your soft cooler w</b></span><b>ith the frozen water bottles, some juice and some soda. Put some cookies and crackers in your diaper bag or backpack. Tip #5: Keep some beer in the fridge for after you return to the room.</b></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span>On Saturday we went to Magic Kingdom. We brought the stroller, my Ergo, our soft cooler and our diaper bag<b>. </b>The Ergo was worth its weight in gold in the parks. Seriously, if the only two days I ever used it was this past Saturday and Sunday than it was a well worthwhile purchase.<b>Tip #6: If you are a baby wearer, for the sake of your sanity and the sanity of your family, do NOT forget your carrier of choice.</b> I was able to wear Liam on </span><span style="font-family: arial; ">Snow White, It's a Small World, Peter Pan, Aladdin's carpets, all of the show type rides, the carousel and many more. It was amazing! He was able to nap, undisturbed, through several rides. Best. Idea. EVER. The stroller ended up being more of a luggage cart than anything. I contemplated leaving it behind the next day, but it was a nice thing to have. We would basically park it in an area of the park and ride everything around that area. Then we'd get our stroller and move to the next area. It held our snacks and drinks and was great when one of the big kids got tired or we needed a portable time out spot.</span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><span>Obviously, there are some rides that you cannot wear your baby on. For example, I would not suggest wearing a baby on Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, etc. ;) <b>T</b></span><b>ip #7: For those rides that your baby cannot go on, go visit a cast member at the entrance to the ride and ask for a rider switch ticket. </b><span>One parent can take the bigger kids (or just go by themselves) on the ride. When he/she comes off, the other parent can take the rider switch ticket and go in the Fast Pass lane. The bonus to this is that a person with a rider switch ticket can have up to two additional people with them. Therefore, Chris could take Cadence and Gabriel on a ride. When they got out, I'd take Cadence and Gabriel back on the ride in the Fast Pass lane. It worked beautifully!</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span>We were only in the parks for two days, so we did not want to spend a lot of time waiting in lines to see the characters. I highly recommend scheduling at least one character dining experience while you are there. Last time we visited we did two and this time we did one. I don't think the kids felt like they missed out.</span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "></div><div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><span>We went to Epcot on Sunday. </span><b>Tip #8: If you can, plan to spend two days in Epcot. </b><span>We had to zoom through it since we had to do it all in one day, but we still had fun. Epcot is my favorite park, and Chris's too, so we would have liked to spend more time there. We got a table at the Rose & Crown about thirty minutes before the fireworks. <b>Tip #9: The Rose & Crown has a private viewing area for the fireworks. If you get a table there, your server will escort you out to the viewing area just before the fireworks. It is w</b></span></span><b style="font-family: arial; ">ell worth it! </b><span style="font-family: arial; ">It was rainy and yucky outside and we were able to wait for the fireworks to start in the comfort of our dry dining room, sipping on a beer and munching on a cheese platter. Fantastic.</span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><span>We thought we woke up this morning in plenty of time to eat our free hotel breakfast (another must for traveling with kiddos) and get to the airport. However, it took us about 20 minutes longer than anticipated and the drive to the airport took another 20 minutes longer than anticipated. Before I knew it, we were arriving closer to an hour before our flight took off rather than the suggested two hours. I was starting to worry. <b>Tip #10: Allow yourself more time than you think you could possibly need in getting back to the airport.</b> We dropped off our rental, checked in and got up to the gate about 25 minutes before our scheduled departure time. A few minutes later, an airline employee came over </span><span>the speaker. I expected him to announce boarding. Instead, he announced that our flight was delayed for about two hours.</span><span> </span><b></b><span>Luckily, the airport had a kids' section that was showing kid-friendly movies. We watched movies for the next two hours and then boarded our plane.</span></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span>All in all, it was a great trip. It was a little stressful, but we survived. We'll definitely do it again when Liam is a little older and can enjoy it more.</span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span>Here are a few pictures. The first is my favorite as it pretty accurately sums up the chaos of the weekend. :)</span></div><div style="font-weight: normal; "><span><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: normal; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHCaigSC0QFbef979QyP7D2ErSf_1JOjkjrLx0HOnAHUHlaHFO9GhdYQ-iiy1ol51igyb9F2H4ghMskTLRiGvFcGa10ySG7IA4lNN3Vu1i-HStXVbt3W_ANCIMWyK7i_hrbFrM159i2MR/s1600/DSC01556.JPG" style="font-weight: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKHCaigSC0QFbef979QyP7D2ErSf_1JOjkjrLx0HOnAHUHlaHFO9GhdYQ-iiy1ol51igyb9F2H4ghMskTLRiGvFcGa10ySG7IA4lNN3Vu1i-HStXVbt3W_ANCIMWyK7i_hrbFrM159i2MR/s320/DSC01556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719127912853355810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1_DeYZx7EU2K5XctJTbX5is6uRlpp0VGkYot-Ho1l9254bcGymInho43CW5MXAcWOe_uvQUFjb2WQrvhlAiwd_rBbBTPV3vfcRLzwHjacqUUEEOyrearnxQy_RxEn3HOpscq3U2LDymM/s1600/DSC01635.JPG" style="font-weight: normal; 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"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDa-dADFdk9YT2bNbcjRiP_fAuEMt4LwdHcHkHeW9seyJf_80fQppOJzZgLEVpLjuLjDwZNC8KeWLPT0aSuk763CKHa2ENPcXC8Fi4KrpN4iy-3LxvfcNnALF5cRmRkEydY9LUmCSg5I6/s320/DSC01652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719124244824340850" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWkFezEhcSTEu5V1_LuK4uig7UW7PbE04MZ40i45S0PFLOIHdtekajbg18HEYQD95jdnZ7P3QYbipiMnrE7m6_yrDxAGBevkFrM8oUO-Nck0tJrpWEZ8pBDcESprrm-ClMuK4CWYmCHKM/s1600/DSC01657.JPG" style="font-weight: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWkFezEhcSTEu5V1_LuK4uig7UW7PbE04MZ40i45S0PFLOIHdtekajbg18HEYQD95jdnZ7P3QYbipiMnrE7m6_yrDxAGBevkFrM8oUO-Nck0tJrpWEZ8pBDcESprrm-ClMuK4CWYmCHKM/s320/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719123781808606226" /></a></span>Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-48904848260940977662012-03-02T09:59:00.003-05:002012-03-02T10:19:51.773-05:00Another Post About Cloth DiaperingSomeone shared this link with me today and I just had to pass it along:<br /><br /><a href="http://crappypictures.com/2012/03/cloth-diapers-the-good-and-the-crappy.html">Cloth Diapers, the Good Things and the Crappy Things</a><br /><br />I originally posted about cloth diapering <a href="http://hallsmithfamily.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-and-how-we-cloth-diaper.html">here</a>. Liam is fifteen months old now and we are still going strong. I love the whole process. I will say that, unlike the hilarious link up there, I did not start for the cool colors. I started because I am a cheapo. I HUGE cheapo.<br /><br />Here are a few good things and crappy things that I'd like to add about cloth diapers:<br /><br />Good Things:<br /><br />1. They are much cheaper than disposable diapers. (Have I mentioned that I'm a cheapo?) :)<br />2. They can be worn in the water. No need for switching to a pointless "swim diaper" that doesn't hold ANYTHING in.<br />3. There's no running out to the store at 11:38 p.m. when you realize that you forgot to buy diapers. Granted, I've done some loads of diaper laundry at midnight, but I've never had to drag my kids out of bed to hit up Target because I forgot to buy diapers on my way home from work. <br /><br /><br />Crappy Things:<br /><br />1. I come in closer contact with poop than in my 'sposie days. This is the point that most 'sposie mamas can't stomach. However, if you have a baby, I promise that you are going to come in contact with poop. Even in disposables, you will experience a poopsplosion that will result in you and baby both needing baths. Frankly, I've had many fewer apoopcalypses since using cloth than I ever did with disposables. Maybe that's life's way of trading off the fact that I spray poop every day.<br />2. My son has become increasingly infactuated with playing in the toilet. I don't think it is because he has any interest in potty training, but because he watches Mommy "play" in the toilet on a regular basis. And Mommy has a cool water gun. I can't wait until he figures out how to use that... :-/<br />3. Speaking of water gun, nothing is worse than going to spray off a diaper in the middle of the night or early in the morning and, in a half dreaming haze, accidentally turning the sprayer the wrong way. I have twice sprayed myself directly in the eyeball. That hurts. A lot.<br /><br />There you have it. Thos are my good things and crappy things about cloth diapering.Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-90610371735495057072012-02-19T14:50:00.003-05:002012-03-02T10:21:04.911-05:00Synthetic Wine Cork Soap Dish<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><span style="font-size:100%;">I have several synthetic wine corks left over after making my wine cork wreath a few weeks ago so I've been trying to think of projects for them. We ran out of liquid soap in our downstairs bathroom last night. I have tons of bar soap from couponing, so I decided we'd just start using that downstairs. The problem? I didn't have an extra soap dish. I didn't want the counter to get slimy so I decided I would make one. My synthetic wine cork pile was calling me. They were perfect! Since they weren't made of real cork, they wouldn't get soap residue stuck in their grooves nor would they absorb the water from the soap.</span></span><div style="font: 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: center; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"><br /></div><div><span><span style="font-size:100%;">I glued the corks together using super glue gel and then ran a bead of hot glue in each </span>crevasse on the bottom side of the dish. Viola!<span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710938241637395026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTuc7ziIQXOJUwEBJIUmo2PKKr8_2t4mwdnHgtcUDlZbxoqGUzsuybQZt7Bb7hYs1fIn_sgqJ6qc9POGd_p3qTTpegEj8Nih9vmB7C6zSLxCyx3tfgkCnrHAHgZ1iF7OlDfUtudXdridd/s320/DSC01484.JPG" />Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-81786687762586194962012-02-18T15:27:00.004-05:002012-03-02T10:22:10.428-05:00Three Small Things<span style="font-style: normal;">I have been trying something out lately to help keep from feeling overwhelmed all of the time and it seems to be working. Each morning, I create a list of three things that I want to accomplish that day. Only three. If I happen to do more than that, well, fabulous but it isn't mandatory. By creating a small list, I feel accomplished by the end of the day knowing that my list is finished. Also, it keeps me working. If I don't have a list and I'm feeling overwhelmed, I tend to ignore what I need to do. But, with a list, I feel like I </span><i>have </i>to do those things.<div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, my things were: wash diapers, tidy the bathroom counter and tub (Liam throws everything he can find into the garden tub in our bathroom) and send out an email to my seminar committee. My three things covered three different aspects of my life: my kids, my household and my profession.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today is Saturday so I am not focusing on my profession. My list for today is: go on a walk or do some activity with the family, clean out the garage and tidy the kitchen/dining area and living room. This morning we enjoyed a great walk with the kids. Cadence and Gabriel are getting very good on their bikes and Cadence ended up way ahead! After that, Liam went down for a nap. I put together some shelves I got on Craigslist and totally organized the garage. It looks great! I still have to tidy inside, but I'm on my way to finishing off today's list. :)</div>Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-80169023630697694692012-02-09T08:13:00.005-05:002012-03-02T10:22:36.769-05:00"Mommy, why were people like that?"That was the question that I received this morning from my bright-eyed eight-year-old daugther while quizzing her for her social studies quiz. They are discussing regions, specifically the Northeast and the South. When I asked her to tell me about Alabama, she mentioned Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King, Jr. I asked if she knew what they did. She gave a very good description of Rosa Parks' famous bus ride and she told me that Martin Luther King, Jr. wanted black and white children to be able to play together. Then she asked me why they weren't allowed to in the first place. I closed my laptop, looked at her and tried my hardest to explain something so disgusting as racisim so that my innocent eight-year-old daughter would understand it but not be overwhelmed by it. She paused for a moment to process it all and almost whispered "Mommy, why were people like that?" I was honestly able to tell her that I didn't know and that it was a very sad time for this country. She paused and thought again. She asked "What would have happened if Martin Luther King, Jr. and Rosa Parks never lived? How would it be now?" Then, before I could answer, she said, "You know how sometimes a white mommy has a brown baby? What would happen to them?" Cadence has several bi-racial friends and, suddenly, she became very concerned for them. I explained some of the hardships that would have faced bi-racial couples and their children in the Civil Rights era but I assured her that things are a lot better now. Not perfect, but better. I didn't want to give her the idea that the world was perfect, because it isn't. But I also didn't want her to worry about it constantly. Then Gabriel, who had been listening intently, piped up and said, "Mommy, what am I?" I smiled and hugged him and said, "You are Gabe and that is all that really matters."<br /><br />After that we watched portions of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "I Have a Dream" speech on You Tube and talked about the importance of not judging a person "by the color of their skin but by the content of their character." We also disussed the kids' racial background a bit because they were curious but they ultimately agreed that what they see on the outside doesn't have anything to do with what is on the inside.<br /><br />That was definitely more than I had planned on doing before breakfast, but I'm glad we had the talk.Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-31228135584073213612012-02-04T21:18:00.003-05:002012-03-02T10:23:02.667-05:00I Have a Secret...<div>I have a secret. You can't tell anyone, okay? Not ANYONE! Especially not someone that will tell my children. Are you ready....? Are you sure? Ok.<br /><br />We are taking the kids on a surprise trip to Disney World!!!<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/dailymusto/disney-world.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 333px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/dailymusto/disney-world.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Provided we do not have a snow day between now and March 9th, Cadence has a long weekend from March 9th through the 12th. We aren't going to tell them until we are ready to leave. We are going to wake them up, drive them to the airport and hop on a plane to Orlando. I'm so excited! It is going to be a very quick trip and we'll only spend two days in the parks (one at Magic Kingdom and one at Epcot). We're planning the trip pretty last minute, but we managed to book a character dining meal on Sunday at Epcot. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, we were able to book airfare for all five of us for $338.33! OMG!!! I love a great deal, so I couldn't turn that down. We also scored an amazing deal on our room so we couldn't say no. </div><div><br /></div><div>We are looking forward to the trip and hope to visit with some friends and family while we are down there too! </div><div><br /></div><div>Now remember, it's a secret. You can't tell anyone.... ;)</div>Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-39367446480039930082012-02-04T21:01:00.003-05:002012-03-02T10:23:18.505-05:00Making the Most of a Rainy SaturdayI was going to try to squeeze all of this into a Facebook status update, but I couldn't so I figured I take a minute to blog. :)<br /><br />Today is the type of day that makes the whole craziness of the week totally worth it. We had an awesome Saturday with minimal fighting, complaining or general craziness from the kiddos. :)<div><br /></div><div>Cadence had a friend spend the night last night. We took the kids out to dinner and then watched a movie. This morning I made whole wheat waffles for breakfast. They gobbled up two helpings each (I didn't tell them how healthy they were). I always use <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/waffles-ii/detail.aspx">this recipe</a> but sub 1/2 of the flour for whole wheat flour and then add about 2 tablespoons of wheat germ. Sooo tasty!<div><br /></div><div>After breakfast, Cadence's friend went home and I headed off to the gym. It was very difficult to do since it was so rainy out. I just wanted to curl up in bed. But if I'm going to survive the <a href="www.toughmudder.com">Tough Mudder</a> later this year, than I need to keep up my routine. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>After my workout and shower, Chris and I took the kids to <a href="http://eorestaurants.com/Everyday_Organic/Welcome.html">Everyday Organics</a> for lunch. The food and service there is amazing! I highly recommend it. Everything in the restaurant is organic so there's no need to wonder about what is in your food. </div><div><br /></div><div>Cadence, Gabriel and Chris went for hair cuts with <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Grace-at-Bedazzled-for-Hair/326247880730523">Grace</a> and Liam and I went grocery shopping at Earth Fare. Later the whole family went geocaching together for the first time. Cadence and I had been with Christy and her kids but this was Chris and Gabriel's first time. We had a blast and found three geocaches. For those of you that don't know what geocaching is, <a href="http://www.geocaching.com/">check it out</a>. It's a lot of fun, it's free and it helps bring your children closer to nature. Everybody wins!</div><div><br /></div><div>After that we hit Walmart for a few things that we don't buy organic and headed home for dinner and another movie. Congrats if you made it this far through my post. It was a great day and we are only half way through the weekend!!</div>Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350507929313145109.post-33145946230838704922012-01-29T15:53:00.003-05:002012-03-02T10:23:36.851-05:00Picture Frame Jewelry HolderIn an effort to get more organized, I have begun a series of projects around the house. One of the main areas of chaos in our house is my dresser. I have everything from clothes that need to be put away to jewelry to toys belonging to the kids covering it. So to help with the mess, I decided I needed a better place to store my jewelry. I found that the jewelry box that I have doesn't fit everything, especially my really long necklaces, so I made this: A picture frame jewelry holder.<br /><br />I bought the frame from Goodwill for $0.50. I then drilled four holes and added four plain, wooden knobs from Home Depot (each cost about a dollar), ran some twine across the frame for my earrings, painted it and hung it using some ribbon that I had laying around the house. Easy peasy and oh so functional!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLMPf_EIMTAD73F6_hmJmKH2970uzPCMMKfEDK6kdl0zwehvyP5p5ZIRl6yS1shzmH6aXV9TbJq5URXjzxzCnZ_gJfaoZKYQrmroO2egCYpzAijNV0KeoGDqfXsGLBDmweiorMB-N20d0/s1600/aaaaaDSC01374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 206px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703160090139346082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLMPf_EIMTAD73F6_hmJmKH2970uzPCMMKfEDK6kdl0zwehvyP5p5ZIRl6yS1shzmH6aXV9TbJq5URXjzxzCnZ_gJfaoZKYQrmroO2egCYpzAijNV0KeoGDqfXsGLBDmweiorMB-N20d0/s320/aaaaaDSC01374.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Hall~Smith Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13238584017337839491noreply@blogger.com0