tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136205302024-03-06T22:07:12.334-08:00Adventures of the Pfeiffer FamilyThe Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.comBlogger521125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-11763846201994431262012-05-30T21:30:00.000-07:002012-05-30T21:30:30.687-07:00Happy 2nd Alesha Day!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On May 20th we celebrated our 2nd Alesha Day. It has been 2 years since we stood in an orphanage in Kolkata, India and became a family of 4. What a blessing Alesha is to our family. It is amazing to see how much she has changed in the past 2 years. We are blessed beyond measure.</div>
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We celebrated by going out for Indian food and eating some cake when we got home. Alesha's oldest brother Martin baked and frosted her cake this year. So sweet.</div>
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</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-90679275399141769332012-05-11T10:55:00.001-07:002012-05-11T10:55:59.671-07:00Alesha's 1st time at Timberline Lodge at Mt. Hood 4-14-12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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While the boys were tearing up the slopes I entertained little miss for 7 hours at the lodge. Above is our adventure in the snow, which she LOVED! Below are some pictures of how we spent the rest of our <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful day. Sunny...must put on sunscreen ; Cold....must put on layers of clothes</td></tr>
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</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-22512064409647094902012-05-03T17:39:00.000-07:002012-05-03T17:39:39.528-07:00Mt. Hood Timberline Ski Trip 4-14-12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I don't know about you, but Easter snuck up on me this year. With our family having the flu the last 2 weeks of March and still recovering I couldn't believe that Easter was here already! Darin took the boys skiing so I decided to take Alesha to a community church Easter event happening in our neighborhood. Since I was still weak from the flu I took advantage of somebody else planning an activity for us to attend :-) This was Alesha's first BIG egg hunt. She wasn't quite sure what to do. There were SO many people there it was crazy. </div>
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I always find it strange that when you go to a FREE community event (put on by the local church no less) that people have tons of stuff to complain about. What ever happened to thanking the people who put on the event and just enjoying yourself? I for one was just thankful for a nice sunshiny day and enjoyed spending time with my daughter. </div>
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After sometime they officially started the egg hunt with a loud whistle and all the kids and parents ran like crazy for the hundreds of eggs laying wide open in the grass. My cautious girl when it comes to lots of people stayed back and let everybody pass her. She finally found a long lost egg that somebody had missed. It was already opened...probably somebody stepped on it, but she didn't mind. She finally mingled in a bit with the other kids, but was not near fast enough to scoop those eggs up compared to the veteran egg hunters and their parents. In the end, she had 6 1/2 eggs compared to all the other children who's baskets were overflowing (some with 50 or more). My little love was so happy with her 6 eggs it brought as much of a smile as the 50. She sat quietly and opened each egg delicately as she looked to see what treasure layed inside. A sticker, a sucker, and a chocolate candy. Perfect! </div>
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We then headed over to where the fire engines were and Alesha loved it. To my surprise she climbed inside the truck after she saw a little boy in front of her getting his picture taken. We made our way through the Easter story display they had out and grabbed a bottle of water and bag of chips for our drive home. I was exhausted, but it was a fun day.<br />
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The day Easter arrived we had not decorated eggs, nor did I get my traditional Easter baskets made for the kids, we had no guests coming over for dinner, and we missed church service, too. This made me so sad. I just simply didn't have the energy to get anything done or make plans for people to come over when I didn't know when we would be well. My kids were amazingly understanding. The boys organized an egg hunt for Alesha in our yard and I managed to get a few pics of Alesha in her Easter dress. My boys tend to steer clear of the camera these days. I guess that is a middle school boy thing. We spent the day together as a family and enjoyed dinner together. At least I made the traditional Easter dinner. Most importantly we gave thanks and talked about what Easter is really about. Jesus is Risen, He has Risen Indeed! I hope next year will be filled with sharing this holiday with family and friends.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Look, I got a lot more eggs with just me at the egg hunt" :-)</td></tr>
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</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-22572142446672020002012-04-29T09:55:00.000-07:002012-04-29T09:55:18.661-07:00B90X Bible Reading Plan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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At the end of December 2011 I was reading a post on another adoption friend's blog about a Bible reading plan called B90X she was going to start in January and asked if anybody wanted to join her. The question caught my attention. I had never heard of this plan before. As I continued to read about the plan I discovered that you read the ENTIRE Bible in 90 days! This made me stop in my tracks. Could I even do something like this? I have tried SO many reading plans over the years and around February of the new year I have failed once again. Time and time again I have tried and failed. Could I actually do it this time? She asked to message her if we were planning on doing it and we could help keep each other encouraged. Well I thought I might give it a try, but I wasn't going to let her know I was doing it, because I would probably fail once again. In fact I decided I wouldn't tell anybody until I was well on my way to success.<br />
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So on January 1st I began my journey through the entire Bible (in secret I guess you could say :-). I have never had a problem getting through the first few books of the Bible, it is the books of Number, Deuteronomy, Judges, etc. that always seem to derail my plan. This time I vowed it would be different with God's help. You see I had really been struggling to be in God's word on a regular basis (or at all for that matter) and thought that this plan would be the best way to renew a desire to be in God's Word. Finding time to read would be the challenge for sure. It is very hard for me to read and actually remember what I read when there is noise going on around me. Well in a house full of people, quiet is very difficult to find. The late evenings when everybody was asleep proved to be the best bet, but a challenge non the less because I was EXHAUSTED most nights. For awhile Alesha would nap during the day for an hour so I would occasionally read during that time, but as a norm it happened at night. I did enjoy the quiet and reading while everybody was asleep, but would always feel like there was something else I "should" be doing. Bad priorities I know, but when I looked around and saw all that needed to be done I would feel guilty for just sitting there reading.<br />
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As the days went by I began to crave my time in God's word. YES, this is what I have been longing for! At the same time I felt like I was under attack daily. Finding that quiet time to read became increasingly harder to find and to actually follow through, but I was determined this time would be different! Having my family sick through the next 3 months was a HUGE discouragement for me and felt like an attack directly from the enemy. We battled high fevers, vomiting, colds, coughs, and ended the last 2 weeks of March with the FLU! Yep, I finished my last day of the reading plan with 103.1 fever. See this time I was DETERMINED to finish this goal no matter what! The lack of sleep, irritability, and falling behind on everything made reading something I had to be VERY purposeful in completing everyday. There were a couple of times through the 3 months that I fell behind a couple times, BUT instead of giving up, I had my husband watch the kids on Saturday and spent 6-7 hours reading to catch up and get back on track. <br />
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I will say that it was so different for me to read the Bible in large portions and in order. A lot of plans jump around from the Old Testament/Psalms/New Testament and I always found it difficult to keep a rhythm going. With starting at the beginning and going straight through there is a different feel about it. It doesn't seem so choppy. It is easier to make connections and it flows better. I found a lot of repetition this time as I read through from cover to cover. <br />
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When reading through the Old Testament I was so thankful that I don't have to kill an animal and sacrifice it when I sin. I was struck by the sheer number of animals that must have roamed the earth at that time to sustain all the sacrifices that took place. How thankful I am that Jesus paid for all my sins on the cross. I also struggled a lot with the Old Testament. God seems so harsh in the Old Testament. I had a friend tell me once that it seems like there are two different God's in the Bible. The Old Testament God and the New Testament God. It sure seems that way at times. I know this is an entirely different conversation, but something I observed during this challenge. I still will never be able to fully grasp the depth of Christ's love for me to go through such a brutal death. Reading through the betrayal of his disciples, the sheer evil of people, the lack of guts in Kings of that day to stand up for what is right, and the brutality shown to Jesus who did NOTHING wrong was difficult to read even though I have read the account many times before. I for one am so thankful for the sacrifice of Jesus. My prayer is that I would remember that daily and continue to fall into a deeper relationship with He who saved me.<br />
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I am happy to say that for the first time in my life at the age of 41 I can say without a doubt that I have officially read every word of the Bible from cover to cover. This is not to boast in anyway. In fact I am sad that it took me to the age of 41 to accomplish this. Yes, I am sure that I have read most of the Bible throughout the years, but I could never say with confidence that I had read the entire thing. When I hear of people who read through the Bible every year I now know what a huge accomplishment that is. I am still surprised that I actually completed a goal that I set for myself. I don't set many goals for myself for fear of failure. I honestly still didn't think I would be able to do it. I am thankful that a challenge was set out there for me to take part in if I chose. If this plan is something that you think you might like to do, please leave a comment for me or send me a message. I would love to encourage you along your journey if you chose to do it.<br />
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One thing I wished I had done was to have a plan for when I finished the B90X plan. I have struggled since finishing the last day of March to be in God's word. It is SO easy to fall back into our old ways. I am praying that I will get my priorities in order again and make that time to kindle my relationship with my Savior. </div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-11152473778855682302012-04-27T09:30:00.001-07:002012-04-27T09:30:02.834-07:00Brothers and wagons are so much fun!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YYCTON071AQ?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-43565793716358602152012-04-26T15:47:00.003-07:002012-04-26T15:47:55.084-07:00March update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We started March off with Alesha's 3rd birthday (see post below), then the boys tried skiing and snowboarding for the first time, we attended our first Holi Festival, we lost our beautiful cherry blossom tree from the "out of the blue" snow, and the boys had their 2nd band concert of the year.</div>
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I scored a sweet deal on SharingSpree for a rental of ski equipment, a lesson, and an all day lift ticket. We have been waiting for such a deal for quite some time. After seizing the opportunity both boys were outfited and headed up to Mt. Hood Summit with their dad for their first taste of skiing and snowboarding. These boys were hooked after the first couple hours. They had the perfect weather and by the end of the day you would never have guessed it was their first time on the mountain. It has been great to see the boys share in their dad's love of the mountain. They have a blast EVERY time they go and can't wait until the next weekend arrives to head back up. </div>
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On March 10th we attended our very first Rang Barse (Holi Festival). This was SO much FUN!! We had hoped that 2 years ago we would have been in India bringing our daughter home, celebrating Alesha's first birthday, and celebrating Holi in India, but our adoption story didn't play out like we had planned. When I started talking about a possible Holi Festival here in our area with Sushmita the owner of Bollywood Movez, I was really excited! Let me tell you, this lady really knows how to throw a party! <br />
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I was surprised by the sheer number of people that came (500 + people). There was LOUD Indian music playing, Bollywood dancing, a catered Indian lunch, and lots of color, color and more COLOR! Alesha, seemed a bit timid at first and then as the minutes ticked by time went on I watched as she completely check out. It was so strange to see that blank stare and that look of vacancy in her face. It was reminisent of when we first brought her home. I think it was just too much at once. After about an hour she came out of her "shut down" mode and really began to engage in the activities. She was throwing color, eating, and wiggling to the music. I was not sure how she would react to the event, but was surprised by the complete shutting down. It made me so sad to see her like that. Maybe it brought back too many memories for her. Whatever the case, she brightened up and enjoyed the rest of the day. We had a BLAST and we will be first in line for tickets to next years event!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So excited to go, we purchased the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th adult tickets and the 2nd chilren's ticket to the event :-)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids before the real party started. Sushmita dabbed color on Alesha's face when we first arrived....so cute.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at those beautiful colors! Alesha, wasn't quite sure what to do with it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luke on the other hand caught on in no time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was about half way through the throwing of color.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">March 22nd we had a very wet and heavy snow that fell. As a result in the middle of the night we heard a very LOUD scraping noise. It would best be described as a small cat trying to get traction as he slid off the roof. That was the first sound that startled us from our slumber quickly followed by what I would call a bobcat or lion trying to get fraction as he slid off the roof. It scared the dickens out of me. We looked out the window into our pitch black yard and didn't see anything that stood out as strange. We just said that was really weird and went back to bed. Well in morning this is what we saw as the sun started rising. YIKES! Our HUGE cherry blossom tree in the back yard could not withstand the weight of the heavy snow and came crashing down in the middle of the night. Thankfully it missed the house, but the sound we heard was the branches scratching the windows and side of the house as it fell to the ground. Mystery solved, but WOW, what a mess we had to clean up. It ripped up the fence when the roots of the tree popped out of the ground.</span></div>
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<br /> </div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-80514736042665074642012-04-16T09:41:00.000-07:002012-04-16T09:41:28.625-07:00"I Three"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The 1st day of March brings much joy around our home. I love that we have been able to celebrate the last 2 birthdays with our princess being home. It was fun wishing our little princess a Happy Birthday first thing in the morning. When asked "How old are you?", the first response is "I two" then we reminded her that it is her birthday and she proudly holds up 5 fingers and says "I Three!" We still need some work on holding up the right amount of fingers. In my humble opinion, three is really hard for little ones. She has come up with quite the combinations, but doesn't do any consistently, yet.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
<o:p><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; 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;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">On Alesha's actual birthday we met her best friend at Pump It Up for a jump session. It was Alesha's second time and her friend's first. It was fun to see Alesha being so brave going down the slides by herself after watching her friend going down all by herself. The first time we went, I had to go down all the slides with her. Let me tell you it is a good workout.</span></span></o:p></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">After jumping we decided to go some place fun for lunch. We ended up at Chevy's. When we sat down they asked if the girls wanted play dough. I thought that was kinda odd, but said sure. They brought out little balls of dough that they make their fresh tortillas out of. What a great idea. The girls loved it and there was NO mess at all. After lunch they asked if we wanted the birthday song to go along with the birthday sundae. We had seen the birthday song sung for another birthday guest and after hearing the sheer volume and enthusiasm of the song and the fact that both girls got freaked out we decided that just the sundae would probably be best :-) They brought this huge hat, so we put it on her and us three girls sang Alesha Happy Birthday quietly. I found out that you get to keep the hat as a gift for your birthday.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hard to believe that Jasper turned 1 in November and Alesha is 3. Jasper far out weighs Alesha and they are not that far apart in height.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha sharing her birthday gift with Jasper :-)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>On Saturday we had Alesha's actual birthday party. We had some family come over to help celebrate. We discovered that Alesha loves the Happy Birthday song unless it is being sung by a lot of people to her. She gets a very concerned look on her face and wants me to hold her or hide her face in my shoulder.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha with Uncle David and Auntie Sheryl</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha with Grandma and Grandpa Pfeiffer</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha with Uncle Dan (my brother) I love this picture!</td></tr>
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That evening we took Alesha out to Red Robin for her free birthday dinner. She freaked out once again when they sang the Happy Birthday song. The ice cream on her hand is about as far as she got. She really is hit and miss with ice cream. Sometimes she likes it sometimes she doesn't. Her brothers didn't have a problem helping her finish :-)<br />
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</tbody></table>Alesha, you are such a sweet, joyful, active, and funny girl. We love to watch as you change day by day. You talk and move from the moment you are awake until you finally go to sleep at night. It has been exciting to see all the new things you discover and learn on a daily basis. Your vocabulary has EXPLODED and we get a constant stream of questions and narration throughout our days. You make us laugh and we love your hugs and kisses. We are forever grateful for the gift you are to us. I am always mindful of your birth mother and father when your birthday arrives. I pray they would know that you are healthy and happy. I am forever grateful for them choosing life for you. We love you sweetheart! Happy Birthday.</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-69059069185306088692011-12-26T19:53:00.000-08:002011-12-26T19:53:47.123-08:00'20 20' ABC News.on Gendercide in India<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I watched this episode a couple Friday night ago and the images and stories that I heard and saw are still haunting me. So many emotions well up within me when I consider the fact that 50,000 female unborn children are being aborted EVERY month in India. It is estimated that since 1980 approx. 40 million girls are missing in India due to sex selected abortions, neglect, or murder. To kill a baby because she is a girl is mind boggling to me and makes me irate, disgusted, sad, and broken hearted to name a few. What happened to God created ALL people equal?<br />
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What is shocking to me is that this is such a common practice in India and is widely accepted. There seems to be NO enforcement of the current laws to prevent the abortion of a baby simply because it is a girl. It breaks my heart to see the look on the face of the relative who holds the baby who was just born after she discovers it is a girl. She doesn't have to say a word, her face says it all....disappointment, sadness, etc. I understand that girls cost a family a lot of money when it comes time to marry, but to have money (the dowry) be the motivation to kill that child is up hauling. So sad that money has taken a higher place than a human life that God created!<br />
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In part 2 of the video below I was shocked as I watched the undercover sting happen and the doctor reports with great sadness that the baby is a girl and that the best option would be to abort the baby. Since the mother is so far along they will not be able to perform an abortion, but for more money he will give her drugs to induce a miscarriage. To kill this baby girl it will cost between 60,000 to 70,000 rupees ($1,114 to 1,300 US dollars). The entire scene plays out as such a common practice, which it is, and no emotion attached to what is being suggested....to kill a precious baby! Thankfully these two doctors faced charges, but this appears to be a rare occurrence.<br />
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In the second video I was encouraged to see so many happy little girls safe in the Unique Home. I am so thankful for homes and orphanages in India that give a mother who makes the choice to carry her baby girl to term the option of having a safe and loving place for that baby to go if they are not able to care for her. I find it inspiring how as an orphan herself she established this home to love and protect these girls. She knows all too well what each of these girls have faced. To think that most of these children arrive "half dead" because of the drugs the mother has been given to try to kill them is heart crushing. What a blessing it is to have a women who lives her life bringing these girls back to life and giving them the love and respect they deserve. It is understandable why she doesn't allow the children to be adopted out, because she doesn't want the possibility of anything more harmful to happen to these girls. It thrills me that she teaches the girl their value and that they have a choice. It is sickening to think that thousands of girls in India are shown from birth (if they even make it that far) and throughout their life that they have no value and are only good for producing a boy child for a man. It is so easy living in America to take for granted all the rights women have compared to our fellow women around the world.<br />
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This episode really touched my heart, because we have adopted a baby girl from India. I am so thankful to our daughter's birth mother and father. They chose LIFE for their baby! I don't have all the details or if they knew they were having a girl prior to birth, but I know that this beautiful women carried her baby to term and then after delivery made the decision to relinquish her rights to her precious baby for whatever reason. This speaks volumes to me! Whether gender played a role in her decision I do not know, but she chose life for her baby and as a result I have been blessed with a beautiful, joyful, and full of life baby girl. For this I will be forever grateful.<br />
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After seeing a 20/20 episode like this, reading articles and books, and hearing testimony from workers in country who face this epidemic daily, it makes me want to adopt all the little girls from India. Since this is impossible, I pray for their safety and that some how they can hear of God's love for them and how valued and important they truly are.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Look who made it on the front cover of the December issue of Adoption Today Magazine. A few months back our adoption agency sent out an email asking for photos for the magazine. We decided to send in a few and next thing we know Alesha is selected for the front cover. We are excited that the magazine and our agency gave us this opportunity. Alesha's daddy took the photo, too. He has a gift of caputuring emotion and personality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since the boys were little they have helped me put up the tree and all the decoration. Every year they have taken on more of the set-up on their own. The last 2 years they have completely set up the tree, put on the lights, decorations, and decorated the inside and outside of our home. I am impressed to say the least. The only sad part is that I miss going through each decoration one by one and remembering where it came from and what the significance is. Now I just travel down memory lane as I gaze upon the beautiful tree my boys set up and when it comes time to pack the tree away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*apparently I forgot to turn these pics before I saved them and blogger won't post them the correct way. Sorry you will just have to tilt your head for most of these :-)</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table> When I was younger a friend of our family gave me the stocking below. I thought it was cute so when I got married I made one for Darin, too. As you can see I have added one with every child. Last year I didn't get Alesha's stocking done before Christmas. I was determined this year to have it completed and I finally did it. Each of the kid's stockings represent what they they liked when they were young. Since Alesha listens to music all day every day and sings constantly I thought this would be a good fit for her.<br />
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</tbody></table></div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-36647285866157667992011-12-07T10:06:00.000-08:002011-12-07T10:06:00.841-08:00We have a TEENAGER in the house!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our oldest son, Martin, turned 13 years old on November 6th! I am still coming to grips with having a TEENAGER in the house! Still not sure how this happened so quickly. It seems like yesterday I was in the hospital holding him right after delivery. Martin we are proud of the young man you have become. You are a passionate, kind, talented, creative, and loving person who is a follower of Christ. We love you very much! Happy Birthday, son.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhausted after jumping for a solid hour!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pizza feast. These boys can sure eat!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We visited Alesha's great grandma at her assisted living home. She sure brought a lot of smiles to the faces of the elderly living there.</td></tr>
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Alesha just finished a tumble class at the local recreation center. She really enjoyed it.<br />
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I looked high and low for a Diwali festival in our area to attend, but could not find one. So I decided to cook a bunch of Indian food and invite our neighbors over to share in the feast. Our neighbors are from Tibet and lived in India for several years so they are familiar with the holiday and gave us some interesting background and information. As you can see I did not decorate with lights or even a festive table cloth for that matter. Maybe next year I will be more on the ball. Alesha still seems to be oblivious to holidays at this point, so I guess I am not leaving any major scars :-)<br />
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After leaving Alesha in the church nursery for the first time a couple weeks ago and experiencing the regression in the following weeks, it got me to thinking about "triggers". Today marks 2 weeks since I left her in the nursery. She played happily for 1/2 hour and then they called me because she was crying. As I ran through the church to the nursery a flood of emotions hit me. I shouldn't have left her, is this going to cause regression?, what caused her to suddenly begin crying? As I rushed to the top of the two flights of stairs I could her her screams. As I ran for the door to comfort my sweet girl, I was stunned that she didn't even run to me. When I opened the gate and walked towards her she just stood there not moving an inch and screaming. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead. It was as if she totally checked out. I called her name as I walked towards her scooping her up in my arms. She was shaking and screaming as she buried her face in my shoulder. It took a long time to calm her down. :-( I asked the workers what happened and they said that she was playing so happily and then all of the sudden she just started crying. She said it was as if she got bored and realized that I was not there. This might have been the case, but I think there was a lot more to it with the reaction I saw from my precious girl. I finally got her calmed down and we had a snack together and then we left for home. I knew she might have a little difficulty with the nursery, but I didn't expect this.<br />
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I had tried several times before to leave her in the nursery and it was clear to me that she was not ready. The week prior to leaving her, I stayed with her the entire time and observed from a distance to see how she would do. She did fantastic, so I thought it was the perfect time to give it a try. Clearly this time there was something that triggered inside of her mind and heart to cause such a reaction. It was not a reaction of, I don't want to be here and I want my mom. Her reaction was that of terror. It took me only a few minutes to reach her, but by that time trauma had occurred.<br />
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These last two weeks have been very emotionally draining for me. To see her become so clingy and not wanting anybody to hold her, but me, brings me back to when we first arrived home from India. I feel sad and broken hearted that Alesha experienced such trauma. I try not to second guess my choice in putting her in the nursery. These events have me praying to God for guidance and insight on what to do in the weeks to come. I pray that God will comfort her precious mind and heart and help her to feel secure again. All I know to do is hold her, love her, reassure her, comfort her and pray for her. <br />
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This is the biggest trigger I have seen to date, but there are have been a number of triggers along the way that I have not been able to identify. I am puzzled when we are going about our day and out of the blue I sense her becoming very uncomfortable and she wants to be held immediately as she begins to whine or cry. One example of this is when we walk down long corridors. All is well until we get about half way down and then she begins to panic and wants to be picked up immediately. I always pick her up and reassure her that everything is okay, but wonder what it is that is causing this reaction. When she becomes hysterical when she sees a balloon floating in the sky (whether it is her balloon or not), it makes me wonder what is the event or memory that triggers such a reaction. At times like these it becomes clear to me that there is a 15 month gap of information that I simply do not have access to. What is going through her mind at these moments of panic? What is the flashback or memory that is causing her to feel so uneasy and scared?<br />
These experiences make me very aware that triggers, flashbacks, and regression can occur at any time for any reason, even after being home for 15 months. I am aware that I have limited answers for times like these and that I need to rely on God for his comfort and wisdom. Triggers are a part of life. Figuring out how to handle them as they arise appears to be the great challenge. </div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-81143259911114559902011-09-16T13:59:00.000-07:002011-09-16T13:59:00.283-07:00Annual Oak's Park Trip - August 31, 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For as long as I can remember my kids have participated in the summer read program at our local library. You are required to read (or be read to) 15 hours. Once your tally sheet is completed, you turn it in for your prizes. There are gift certificates to a couple restaurants, local attractions, discounted tickets to a sporting event, and you get to pick out a new book to keep as your very own. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chilling out while we wait for the boys to get off the scary ride.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the first time she had been on this ride so Luke went with her. I love how they are holding hands.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the smiles on their faces in this shot!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm a big girl. I can go all by myself. I love how she crosses her feet.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The car ride. At one point she bumped her head on the steering wheel. She didn't cry or anything, but then I looked at her forehead and saw this.........</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a huge bump starting to swell in the perfect shape of a circle. It didn't take long to fade away.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luke took Alesha down this huge slide. They were both laughing by the time they reached the bottom.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My three sailors.</td></tr>
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</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-27254656503978838622011-09-12T15:12:00.000-07:002011-09-12T15:12:00.195-07:00Beach trip to Gearhart Condo - August 25-26, 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had planned to go tent camping again up around Mt. Hood. The problem, a major thunderstorm with hail and lightening was headed in that direction the day we planned to leave. We decided to wait a day and see if things improved, but they did not. So onto "plan B". The Oregon coast looked like it had nice weather so we headed out to Darin's condo in Gearhart. This was quite a luxury compared to camping in a tent :-) The weather was really nice and we actually had a chance to play on the beach and get in the water. It was Alesha's first experience with ocean water and she had a BLAST! I thought she would be too cold, but she was having so much fun jumping and running around the cold water didn't seem to bother her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Darin took advantage of the overcast skies in the early morning and did a mini photo shoot of the kids. I LOVE these photos!!!!! Thank you honey! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These were taken on the balcony of the condo.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martin (will be 13 in November)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I decided to put some flowers in Alesha's hair and I was surprised at what a difference a few flowers can make :-)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha, was hysterically laughing as the water would swirl around her feet as it went back out. It was so fun to see her face and hear her laugh with delight!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love how Luke isn't even touching the ground in this picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">so wet, that the pants needed to come off.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We had a fantastic couple of days at the coast. Thanks mom and dad for letting us use the condo. We have lots of great memories and photos to remember this trip.</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-12544077655914396502011-09-09T10:39:00.000-07:002011-09-09T10:39:00.444-07:00India Weekend August 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is a weekend I look forward to every year! It is a time when friends from near and far gather together to spend a few special days together. This year was so fun to have additional families joining us. Even though most of do not live in the same state we all have a common bond and that is our children that we have adopted from India.<br />
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I so enjoyed seeing all the children playing together. This year several children had just recently arrived home (Asha, Ajay, and Tanaya). How fun it was for me to be able to hold Asha and Ajay again. It had been over a year since I had held them in India when we picked Alesha up. Ajay, was one of Alesha's cribmates for a short time in India. It was fun to see them together and get an updated picture of the two of them. It was amazing how much all the children had changed in just one years time.<br />
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</tbody></table>On Friday, we spent some time at Washington Park playing in the sand and the play structures. In the evening we made our way out to Blue Lake Park for dinner and a time of playing in the water and sand. I loved looking down on the beach and seeing all these beautiful brown skinned children playing together. I am sure others at the park must have wondered what was going on. It was fun to talk about our journey to our children, our travels to India, the adjustments of expanding our families, etc. Conversation is easy when you have all traveled the same road :-).<br />
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On Saturday there was another park day and then we met at Lisa B's house for a bbq and a time of swimming in a huge pool. The water was refreshing for all the kids as it was a hot day! Again the pool was full of mostly little brown children squeeling with delight. As my friend, Julie, said it was strange to have to look more closely to find your child. Usually in a pool your brown beauty is easy to spot, but not this weekend :-)<br />
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</tbody></table>Sunday, was the India Festival in downtown Portland. As you enter the square where the event is taking place your senses are bombarded with the sounds of Indian music, the smell of amazing food, and the sights of brilliant colored outfits flowing about as the dancers perform. The crowds were reminiscent of India as well as the high 90 degree day we were having. The festival is as close as you can get to being in India while remaining state side :-)<br />
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This year, Alesha had a very different reaction than last year. Last year, she had just gotten home and was still adjusting. I held her most of the time, but she seemed really comfortable with everything. This year, she seemed really overwhelmed. It could have been some exhaustion from the previous two days, but she was really clingy and felt really uncomfortable/unnerved. My friend, Heidi's little girl, who came home the same time as Alesha was having the same reaction.<br />
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After we met up with all our friends, we made our way to the food line to get some lunch. The food was delicious. Even though Indian food is Alesha's favorite, she really didn't want to eat. After lunch we made our way to the tent that was doing henna. I have never gotten henna and figured this was a great time to give it a try. Alesha, sat on my lap while I had my hand and arm done and then to my amazement she wanted some, too. As I held her hand in mine, the sweet young girl painted henna on my girl's tiny little hand. Alesha, just gazed up at her and then her hand and didn't move until it was all done. I was impressed! At a concert earlier this summer she cried when we tried to have a ladybug painted on her hand. It was fun to watch her over the next few days point to her hand and say henna, over and over again. Eventhough it has long faded, she will still point to her hand and say henna. It made a lasting impression!<br />
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As the heat was continuing to rise and the kids were melting down one by one, we all said our goodbyes. I so wish we all lived closer together. The memories and pictures from this year will have to hold me over until we meet again next year. I am thankful we have email, blogs and phones to keep in touch in the meantime. What a gift it is to have friends who share such a precious bond......this includes all of my other blogger friends, too :-)<br />
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Here is a link to the photos that my husband took on Saturday and Sunday. It is easier to share the link than to download each picture to post to blogger.<br />
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Already looking forward to next year!</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-72095085526559647932011-09-08T10:41:00.000-07:002011-09-08T10:41:00.693-07:00Camp Dakota - August 15-17, 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We went camping with our friends the Fosters. Camp Dakota is a great place to camp! We rented 2 yurts that were right next to each other. It worked out great. We ate our meals together and traded off nights of campfires and smores. The weather was great and we had a lot of fun together. It would be great to make it a yearly tradition.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our group photo right before we hit the zip lines!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Camp Dakota has recently put in 3 zip lines and an obstacle course. We decided to take the plunge and do the zip line course. I am not a big fan of heights so it was a stretch for me. I really enjoyed it after I got over the shock of jumping off a platform, zooming down a line, to land on the next platform. Our boys had a BLAST! We all had a great time and it made for some fun memories.<br />
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</div></div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-11108312106805902302011-09-07T09:21:00.000-07:002011-09-07T09:21:46.458-07:00Martin's first day of 7th grade!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It is hard to believe I have a 7th grader, too. Not to mention he will turn 13 in a couple months! YIKES, that means I will have a teenager in the house! I am thrilled to have both the boys attending the same school this year. This means we will all be on the same schedule, which makes life a bit easier. Martin, was cool as ice this morning. He is excited to get back to band and see his friends.....the actual academic part of it didn't have the same excitement :-) I am excited to hear how the first day went. Praying for a successful year for both my boys.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 7th grader!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture looks like she is saying to Martin "You are going to be gone the WHOLE day?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha, will miss Martin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He humored me, too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 6th and 7th grader.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Funny boys!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready for the ride to school with their friend who lives across the street.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Off goes my 7th grader. Hard to believe he is that old.</td></tr>
</tbody></table></div></div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-22760694117221646022011-09-06T19:20:00.000-07:002011-09-06T19:20:49.953-07:00Luke, the 6th Grader!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am still trying to wrap my brain around our youngest son starting 6th grade this morning! This is MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!! How did this happen? Our middle school has all the 6th graders attend the first day without the 7th or 8th graders present. I really like this idea. It gives them a chance to figure out where things are and get their bearings before all the BIG kids come.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today was a success! Luke, came home happy and said he only got lost twice :-) He has some classes with some friends, which always helps :-) I am continuing to pray for a wonderful school year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 6th grade boy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha, is REALLY going to miss her brother.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had him hold up his fingers so I could remember what year of school he was in when I look at the picture many years from now. He didn't want to do it, but humored his mom :-)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Off he goes.....I just stood there still in shock that he was going to middle school! </td></tr>
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</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-31377688204129634012011-09-06T09:51:00.000-07:002011-09-06T09:51:00.857-07:00Ocean Park, Washington trip July 28-31, 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At the end of July the kids and went to my mom's house up in Washington for a visit while Darin was away at a retreat. We had perfect weather the entire time we were there and had a lot of fun. We were there long enough that I actually got to relax. Usually the trips are shorter and I feel like I am packing up everything just after I unpacked it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My mom put up a fence around her garden and wanted all the grandkids to paint it for her. Here are the results.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_q1ESH1yYtjHFvIpKKoDgR0rYBXJTdnlo1aNK3OKHhpaQvx7Ra2D-QYjGUhi0OmI7jdiNy6l-FXfMPkXbisyx2971Whww_NQtTkFQKbLjHqe9Ve1KSszx5pUuIJMv64X5dIHMdA/s1600/IMG_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_q1ESH1yYtjHFvIpKKoDgR0rYBXJTdnlo1aNK3OKHhpaQvx7Ra2D-QYjGUhi0OmI7jdiNy6l-FXfMPkXbisyx2971Whww_NQtTkFQKbLjHqe9Ve1KSszx5pUuIJMv64X5dIHMdA/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I used Alesha's hands to make flowers. She was NOT impressed by having paint on her hand. It was a much more difficult process than I thought.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The end result. We had to use Martin, Luke and my hand to make it complete. Alesha, refused to put her hand in the paint anymore. She also played with this sponge and pitcher for about an hour.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of the days we headed to Cape Disappointment. It is a beautiful cove with lots of drift wood and places to play in the water and sand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU83Ljfyqcko3ME1Z8x6h2I1NAgmblPj6OUb3ALYkcaufKaROR3qddvaTQdDv-m8_eKExZcAtqFPtHUQGKF4AP26eyrbRMtAGmeXQJyaSP29IGjJyV7ppbjIMvMjeE7wmMbOTSrw/s1600/IMG_0402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU83Ljfyqcko3ME1Z8x6h2I1NAgmblPj6OUb3ALYkcaufKaROR3qddvaTQdDv-m8_eKExZcAtqFPtHUQGKF4AP26eyrbRMtAGmeXQJyaSP29IGjJyV7ppbjIMvMjeE7wmMbOTSrw/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> After some searching the boys found this little secluded beach area. It was the perfect place to play for several hours away from the wind and the crowds.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha with my mom. Yes, my mom has a broken foot, but that didn't stop her from going to the beach with the grandkids.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys had a blast climbing on all the HUGE rocks. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luke made a teeter-totter for Alesha</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martin and Alesha pretending to be in a boat.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Smores are always a must when we go to grandma and grandpa's house.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha, wanted to walk, but decided her baby needed to be pushed in the stroller.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This old man was playing and singing as we walked along. Alesha was fascinated by him and stopped to gaze at him as he played. She danced a little bit and really enjoyed it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All of us at the end of our trip. We were blessed by a sweet man named, Cliff, who bought my boys bags of kettle corn. He said that he wanted to do a good deed. So sweet. Our boys were thrilled and very thankful for his generosity.</td></tr>
</tbody></table> Later that day we headed for the annual trip to the local arcade. Here we are playing Deal or No Deal.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After we left the arcade we saw a horse drawn carriage going down the street. I thought this would be so fun. We found the boarding area and before we knew it we were ready for our ride through town. Just before we left the driver looks back and asks my boys if they would like to ride up front with him and help him lead the horses. Both boys jumped up with excitement and took their places behind the reins.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The little bear Alesha is holding was given to her by a man at the arcade. He cashed in his tickets, bought the bear, and turned around and gave it Alesha. What a nice guy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was taken after the ride was over. The man with the hat let each of the boys take the reins during the trip through town. It was really cool and he talked to them the entire time about the horses and how to get the horse to do what you want them to do. It was a wonderful experience!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> On the last day before we left for home, I decided to add some additional artwork to the fence. Alesha's flower garden looked too lonely :-)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me with my little helper. Here is Luke's completed artwork.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As I was painting I turned around and found Alesha painting her toenails with soap using a paintbrush. What a creative little girl.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Almost completed. Ran out of time. I think I will put a tree or bushes to the left of the rainbow or just complete the arch. Not quite sure yet.</td></tr>
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</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-3507266237612801312011-09-05T09:48:00.000-07:002011-09-05T09:50:41.388-07:00Berry Picking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This summer we tried to make up for last summers lack of berry picking. This year we picked strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, marionberries, and blackberries. Our freezer is now full of frozen berries for smoothies, cobblers, and lots of freezer jam.<br />
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I am always amazed when I enter a berry field to see how the rows of berries seem to continue for miles. You are unable to see the end of most rows until you walk half way down them. As I pick each individual berry I am reminded of how amazing God is. His creation is really a beautiful thing. To see how every berry is made so differently from the other, whether it be size, color, shape, the vine it is picked from, some with thorns, some from small bushes, it all brings me back to God's creativity. There is just something about being out in a berry field with the sun beating down on your back as you pick berries that makes me happy and thankful.<br />
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Our boys are amazing berry pickers. They do such a wonderful job and are fast, too. Alesha, enjoyed playing in the dirt mostly and running up and down the rows. She did pick some berries, but doesn't like the taste of any of the berries, except for a possible blueberry hear and there :-)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha, loved to pick off each micro berry from the marionberry. This kept her busy for quite some time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a small amount of our berries picked that day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what happens when one washes their hands with berries.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blueberry field at the beginning of our picking day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Martin giving a high five after Alesha picked a berry and put it in his bucket.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alesha helping Luke pick berries.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think she stuffed in her mouth as many berries that would fit :-)</td></tr>
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</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-56439228760821659442011-08-28T08:29:00.000-07:002011-08-28T08:31:40.075-07:00VOODOO Doughnut<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVY5XkChoi6vo334tKrLE_GD2ZBjsPgMB-QBLcN8AdpOI5YuOIvq-RBiAD9nvXMFndop4nxoD7Cs5LnskDK3RKJiC-A9OQ70oRgxZugryk4fntR87clIIfNSAghis2HNJHqaJkg/s1600/IMG_0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVY5XkChoi6vo334tKrLE_GD2ZBjsPgMB-QBLcN8AdpOI5YuOIvq-RBiAD9nvXMFndop4nxoD7Cs5LnskDK3RKJiC-A9OQ70oRgxZugryk4fntR87clIIfNSAghis2HNJHqaJkg/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>My husband and I have heard of Voodoo Doughnut for many years since we have lived just outside of Portland our entire life, but we have never gone there. It was when we were out one day that we had a fleeting thought of, we should check out Voodoo Doughnut. The problem, we didn't even know where it was. Our friends from Germany who had been living here for a couple years had been there several times, so I thought why not call them and find out where it was located. It was at the moment we looked at each other and just laughed. How ridiculous for us to call our friends who are from Germany to ask them where a local Portland icon was located. We simply could not bring ourselves to do it.<br />
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At the end of July after skyping with our German friends, who are now back in Germany, we decided it was high time we took the plunge and find out what was SO great about Voodoo Doughnut. We packed the kids in the car and headed downtown. We found a parking spot in a lot nearby and crossed the street and made our way to the end of the long line that stood before us. Thankfully it was a nice morning and a man was playing some good music on the street corner. After about 1 1/2 we finally arrived hot, tired and had a cranky little girl at this point at the doorway of the longed for donut shop. I joked with the girl standing in line with us that after this long a wait I will be leaving with a dozen donuts not just a couple :-) She told me that she was there earlier in the morning and the line was over twice as long as it was right now. She decided to eat her breakfast and people watch until the line slimmed down before she found her place in line. Apparently there is ALWAYS a long line at this place.<br />
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The sign posted on the door said that no credit cards are accepted, just cash. They did however have an ATM conveniently located inside the establishment. When I saw this sign I was thankful that we had cash on us, because we don't use an ATM card and we had a credit card. To think that I would have stood in line for 1 1/2 to be denied the beloved donut would have been beyond irritating. <br />
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The inside of Voodoo is quite a sight. With the blaring music, employees yelling out crazy names of donuts and the smell of the donuts had all your senses at their peek. We quickly picked out our donuts from the display case that was twirling about. I felt pressured to make a decision quickly as I knew there were tons of people outside in heat trying to make there way in. We finally paid our bill and headed outside to taste these creative looking donuts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the best apple fritter I have ever had!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I will say that these are amazing donuts! They tasted really good! Would I go and wait in line again to get them, probably not any time soon, but I am glad that we had the experience :-)<br />
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</div>The Pfeiffer Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17915703298984685890noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13620530.post-68030841395809883282011-08-12T09:37:00.000-07:002011-08-14T08:13:03.329-07:00The Devastation Happening in the Horn of Africa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">This is a post that I put on our other blog over at </span></span><a href="http://thirtythrupoverty.blogspot.com/">http://thirtythrupoverty.blogspot.com/</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"> I am posting this URGENT need here as well in hopes that more people might see it. *** It appears that the text below is being cut off because of the layout of the other blog. Please click on the link above for full post. Thank you!</span><br />
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<div class="post-header" style="color: seashell; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6294506272583648920" style="position: relative; width: 560px;"><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">So far this blog has been used to raise awareness of the extreme poverty around the world. As we continue to bring awareness we would also like to provide you with ways that you can make a difference in helping the millions of people who are living in extreme poverty today.</span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="374" id="ep" style="color: seashell;" width="416"><embed src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.element/apps/cvp/3.0/swf/cnn_416x234_embed.swf?context=embed&videoId=world/2011/08/10/ac.bono.knaan.intv.cnn" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="416" wmode="transparent" height="374"></object></div><div style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">The news clips that are coming from the devastation that is happening in the Horn of Africa is overwhelming and heartbreaking. The sheer number of people that are being affected is staggering. To think that 30,000 children have already died in the last 3 months alone in mind blowing. I agree with the reporter in the above new clip that the headlines of every newspaper and every news clip should speak of the 600,000 children who are on the brink of starvation every single day until there is action to help these children. To think that over 12 million people are starving is hard to even comprehend, yet it is true and it is happening RIGHT NOW!</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Living in the Western world we are so far removed from situations like this. It is only when I view these news clips as though it were ME walking those long dusty roads in the heat of the day with no food or water. It is when I picture myself carrying my dying child while my other children struggle to walk out of sheer weakness from lack of food and water. It is when I put myself in the place of the mother who has to decide which child to continue this long journey with and what child to leave behind. It is when I put myself in the place of the mother who has to walk away from their child who just died, knowing there is NOTHING I can do, but continue on in hopes of getting help for my children that survive the journey. When I put myself, my children and my family into the equation that is when stories like these really pierce my heart. It takes an intangible situation and makes it personal! Every one of these people have a name, they belong to a family, etc. If I were in this situation I would hope that somebody would help me.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Stories like these are too much to take. It seems so unfair, so unjust, as Bono says "It is shocking. It is disgusting!" As my heart crumbles and the tears fall it is then that I cry out to God and ask what can I do to help? How can I put action behind the compassion or emotions that I am having? How can I make a difference?</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">There are several things that I and you can do to help.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">1. Pray for the people of Africa. The unimaginable grief that so many people are feeling right now must be crushing. Pray that God would comfort them. Pray that people would step up and help in any way possible to make this insanity stop!</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">2. At the bottom of this post there is a link to a petition you can sign to call on governments to save the lives of millions in the Horn of Africa.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">3. Make a donation. Though there are many organizations out there, we as a family have supported Medical Teams International (MTI) for many years. We can personally testify that they are a top-notch ministry. You can check out their rating on Charity Navigators by following this link <a href="http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?bay=search.summary&orgid=4070" style="text-decoration: none;">http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?bay=search.summary&orgid=4070</a></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Right now MTI has medical volunteers and staff hard at work to help those affected by this famine. In a letter I recently received from them they stated that "A generous donor just offered to match all gifts for our east Africa famine relief effort-up to a total of $90,000. With your help, we could quickly send $180,000 in emergency relief to people suffering from the famine - helping more than 36,000 people in the next three months."</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">An example of how far your American dollar will go in Africa it is stated that</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">"For $5 you can provide the medicines and care needed by one person. $30 will help us care for a family. $90 will help three families. $150 will help five families."</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">The above figures are "because our volunteers contribute their time. The medicines and supplies come from hospitals, clinics and generous companies here at home. On the field, we work with trusted local partners who know the needs and the best way to respond."</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.4;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Please check out Medical Teams International's website at <a href="http://www.medicalteams.org/sf/Home.aspx" style="text-decoration: none;">http://www.medicalteams.org/sf/Home.aspx</a> for ways that you can get involved and make a difference.</span></div><div class="clearfix" id="header" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 5px; line-height: 1.4; zoom: 1;"><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 111px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 34px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; text-transform: uppercase;"><br />
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