tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47239846184326332422024-02-21T07:41:25.752-08:00The Harding HomeKatie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-76342742984617483672012-01-19T14:37:00.000-08:002012-01-22T13:26:14.476-08:00Happy 31st, Eric!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Eight years ago, I met my amazing husband Eric at the Palomar Institute of Religion. I met him on his birthday. I remember him walking into the Institute and everyone (and I really do mean everyone) immediately welcoming him back from Utah, asking him how he's been and wishing him a Happy Birthday. This was a bit intimidating to me.<br /><br />I was on the couch talking to a friend when he approached me and said, " I don't believe we've met. I'm Eric." Over the next couple weeks he would continually seek me out, sit himself next to me and ask me questions about myself. Though I was shy at first, his persistence in getting to know me was flattering to say the least, and it wasn't long before I realized how much I loved these little conversations. About 2 weeks in, after telling him about a hike I had taken up Mount Whitney, he asked whether I'd like to go hiking with him. Of course, I said yes! I couldn't think of a better way to get him all to myself for a few hours. So the following Saturday we hiked to the top of Mt Israel, near Lake Hodges. It was a perfect first date! By the end of the hike we were holding hands and I knew that this was one man I didn't want to let go of. We were married that summer.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLC8OfX4bmoeyM3MCDj_CiuVRPBA7b5wFJW19iZYWCXjvv8kmVNQe7l-5iQ_GKRmUpbp4-a3TySJ7eMf8XkLMHpgDRDdgJY4eZIKEpBhJu_SXj7IWn81u5ik_lXwy_u5W5DCkxNOcZwM0/s1600/100_1360.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLC8OfX4bmoeyM3MCDj_CiuVRPBA7b5wFJW19iZYWCXjvv8kmVNQe7l-5iQ_GKRmUpbp4-a3TySJ7eMf8XkLMHpgDRDdgJY4eZIKEpBhJu_SXj7IWn81u5ik_lXwy_u5W5DCkxNOcZwM0/s400/100_1360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700281249451248738" border="0" /></a></div><br />I could not be more happy with my choice. He is an incredible father, a compassionate and loving husband and most of all my best friend. He is absolutely perfect for me.<br />I admire Eric in so many ways. Throughout our marriage I have watched him take leap after leap of faith, simply because he prayed and it felt right. He has such a strong testimony in the gospel. Once he's received an answer, he doesn't question the Lord, he just goes out and does what he needs to do. He is faithful and diligent in all aspects of his life.<br />He is a great strength to me<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzbW6OF_ZXIY00r_G_4ClDiFj-foiH9qnxSe9QNvc3RLU3F1Wqd4tej4C_oOA9DFwpmpF4PiUK1Jyh9HEjmT1qY3GvDq_Wmed7lmTrfUMwdMKB3tLoLkQB5x6BT3O6B0BsUx401oQVng/s1600/231135_2022426997342_1143979981_2462742_1700868_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzbW6OF_ZXIY00r_G_4ClDiFj-foiH9qnxSe9QNvc3RLU3F1Wqd4tej4C_oOA9DFwpmpF4PiUK1Jyh9HEjmT1qY3GvDq_Wmed7lmTrfUMwdMKB3tLoLkQB5x6BT3O6B0BsUx401oQVng/s400/231135_2022426997342_1143979981_2462742_1700868_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699853607690214050" border="0" /></a><br />I love how quirky he can be. Even his obsession with Star Wars is endearing. And there is no one else I know who can quote lines from movies & TV shows or lyrics from songs like Eric can. The sheer amount of useless knowledge that he absorbs and retains is staggering to me. But I love it!!! He keeps our marriage fun and lighthearted and always has me laughing!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmpGAAjCHEIQL8lt0o6Lw4GeR_tiEKn62Qhu2plRiIMGHOYNSK79qDMbf6rOg5OFrrh4efI0uNbp5HQTVvgRJaf8h8DID-qCwaTJcGApQWz6yJZ7PcbLH2SmY5mVteS1Nl-p3lvWmAJ0/s1600/313709_284204134932135_100000276532421_1150295_316913363_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmpGAAjCHEIQL8lt0o6Lw4GeR_tiEKn62Qhu2plRiIMGHOYNSK79qDMbf6rOg5OFrrh4efI0uNbp5HQTVvgRJaf8h8DID-qCwaTJcGApQWz6yJZ7PcbLH2SmY5mVteS1Nl-p3lvWmAJ0/s400/313709_284204134932135_100000276532421_1150295_316913363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699845819030776738" border="0" /></a>I love to watch him with our kids. I can honestly say that it is one of the most heart warming and healing things for me to watch, whether he is chasing them, reading to them or cuddling them. It truly is one of the greatest blessings in my life to witness such a beautiful and strong bond between a father and his daughters. I am so thankful to the Lord for leading me to a man who would be such and amazing father.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqzz8z74nnRlUarn0wnoIiXB6MotBgvvD_tJbgMjRWqRKJhcGDEjYF9Kq0YJpnQK7GDLDWXrPEAVydYXvY_OXYwcMV8bBRZiLvat2DvuMJQxTpZqE2_Gad_N12Bvlhhv1A-DpBf4VsDE/s1600/100_1893.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqzz8z74nnRlUarn0wnoIiXB6MotBgvvD_tJbgMjRWqRKJhcGDEjYF9Kq0YJpnQK7GDLDWXrPEAVydYXvY_OXYwcMV8bBRZiLvat2DvuMJQxTpZqE2_Gad_N12Bvlhhv1A-DpBf4VsDE/s400/100_1893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699870417130778450" border="0" /></a><br />Eric, I love you so much. Thank you for being the arms that hold me, the hands that bless me, the ears that listen, the shoulder I cry on, & one I can truly laugh with. You really are such a strength to me. Thank you for the joy and love you bring to my life. You truly are my best friend. Most of all, thank you for being amazing you!<br />Happy Birthday! I Love You!Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-46224738257905982732011-12-26T10:35:00.000-08:002012-01-22T08:35:06.430-08:00Let the Festivites Begin!: Part 1<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">C</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">hristmas Eve:</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">There is nothing better than spending the Holidays with family. Eric and I are so fortunate to have both our families living close by and we wouldn't have it any other way!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVOn395J8JUgSQliOQgOcTclw5L4ygLrMhSvIBZ_CmWDN-GeS-izWY9zoJPkAZsU6ZZ6t_dbNkIsaCIpqLkb3c_u9vkjAvcHAzhe9fNMiQ80tQZzgksZPg9C01HePgxHkIGitBoe5Q08/s1600/100_3898.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVOn395J8JUgSQliOQgOcTclw5L4ygLrMhSvIBZ_CmWDN-GeS-izWY9zoJPkAZsU6ZZ6t_dbNkIsaCIpqLkb3c_u9vkjAvcHAzhe9fNMiQ80tQZzgksZPg9C01HePgxHkIGitBoe5Q08/s400/100_3898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690573897166371858" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite things about Christmas, is being able to spend time with my sister, Emily. I adore her and since she's gone off to BYU, I don't see her nearly as much as I'd like.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdIXkL_m_O2WusP6YIaNhdEGuGb0_2LXslQXYk2k2K8t5g3B5MkHPzfrzcPPQ2CY4y56BGPD4uHYDQYZ9fxAPeXnqy7hLmgb1hLakk92nTcCYdUXL3eScMEXOjAGOoJkNty9LRO0uJlg/s1600/100_3899.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdIXkL_m_O2WusP6YIaNhdEGuGb0_2LXslQXYk2k2K8t5g3B5MkHPzfrzcPPQ2CY4y56BGPD4uHYDQYZ9fxAPeXnqy7hLmgb1hLakk92nTcCYdUXL3eScMEXOjAGOoJkNty9LRO0uJlg/s400/100_3899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690573901352300546" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Emily is one of those people in my life that I feel absolutely comfortable with. She brings the goofy side out of me and I love it! When we are together we can get downright silly!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVsXYbf95wPyqNCaZ0ur1Av6PRbMVgvb9KDaNMb1ob5Wp10UVTzCT4ftqI9G0IDfh-9gVezJivNmb7LliUVJRMk6BvnjAtJyeDd0KfgK98lynFeBq_nNbkF2dtg8Luadt879GnP5l5xo/s1600/100_3897.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVsXYbf95wPyqNCaZ0ur1Av6PRbMVgvb9KDaNMb1ob5Wp10UVTzCT4ftqI9G0IDfh-9gVezJivNmb7LliUVJRMk6BvnjAtJyeDd0KfgK98lynFeBq_nNbkF2dtg8Luadt879GnP5l5xo/s400/100_3897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690572482818247634" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The girls love Emily too!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TWM7LIFz5muIpHFL82x-mqB0QCWDlmRqVG0zApj-BSihKDvU0luOrFMC2W666Ox6CiMzRVUDm1KvSe3Z8FyQk6CLVh2FwEjjBkckZg8rJ9KkwLJjapCTA5RkjhD-5FzfVOiWYTy786A/s1600/100_3875.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TWM7LIFz5muIpHFL82x-mqB0QCWDlmRqVG0zApj-BSihKDvU0luOrFMC2W666Ox6CiMzRVUDm1KvSe3Z8FyQk6CLVh2FwEjjBkckZg8rJ9KkwLJjapCTA5RkjhD-5FzfVOiWYTy786A/s400/100_3875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690588642575420354" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also really enjoyed spending time with my cousin, Rachel. She is so cute and probably one of the sweetest people I know!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrgAW7aH-87e8KZAxpJG9hzH1rQb1aIf3k8uNmHqD5HEmJJW8tQqVDxp9B5CDmMcDtZIU6v96Ful0Kprr6pgSNdFGkC_MS6aw81LUMuoyBR9jMLkevwfW47pliMNHcv8_cKLq2Q1ZhCc/s1600/100_3805.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrgAW7aH-87e8KZAxpJG9hzH1rQb1aIf3k8uNmHqD5HEmJJW8tQqVDxp9B5CDmMcDtZIU6v96Ful0Kprr6pgSNdFGkC_MS6aw81LUMuoyBR9jMLkevwfW47pliMNHcv8_cKLq2Q1ZhCc/s400/100_3805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690571508420044354" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Evey loves playing with Grandpa Burton)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97pVDaM2zOZmMeTr2TNj3MCOmF1mdpLNWBxxXKjb8gnYtGtSZLQBpYXgYEZRV9PR4Zdd7FT_lYS6kdRDzKJ7GKmTbL30kCm6tinPDItqhpTKp0LjK7tzEdz3l-opp4oT4sUcudRU7Pq8/s1600/100_3837.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97pVDaM2zOZmMeTr2TNj3MCOmF1mdpLNWBxxXKjb8gnYtGtSZLQBpYXgYEZRV9PR4Zdd7FT_lYS6kdRDzKJ7GKmTbL30kCm6tinPDItqhpTKp0LjK7tzEdz3l-opp4oT4sUcudRU7Pq8/s400/100_3837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690571529255740546" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Layla loved looking at the nativity while Great Grandpa read the story of the first Christmas)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite Christmas traditions (besides munching on lobster tails and tostadas) is getting to talk to Santa, aka: Uncle Brent, through chimney. All the kids know that Great Grandpa Brady and Santa are buddies. That's why Santa takes a moment to land on his roof every Christmas Eve to make sure each child has been good. It is the highlight of our evening.<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimC4mHn6XnK2fEvXALRzbNY1E3r78bCQTaV0is2rtd-CaUL7KKB7k-abgryjJqrIpZHg2K42R5eAh70oTn1WLzNoybubtwabYUBcTeORl-yZEWUFbMBXcT2rBPdCyRbnpQlnIFUcApYxo/s1600/100_3854.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimC4mHn6XnK2fEvXALRzbNY1E3r78bCQTaV0is2rtd-CaUL7KKB7k-abgryjJqrIpZHg2K42R5eAh70oTn1WLzNoybubtwabYUBcTeORl-yZEWUFbMBXcT2rBPdCyRbnpQlnIFUcApYxo/s400/100_3854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690600353030554898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Evey talking to Santa)<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYE2h10Xx_zKmZ88A4p_f-tLaTcODnfRXeCeVJAqIJWMD7eD-qKCNCNxedSsxUojompo5pI-v9uN9bO15hwgpH2HUgr3oRMSHOCeZ_rsnSUigCcoPT2t2axSkxD_aLLBJ86Mv7LAItb4/s1600/100_3859.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYE2h10Xx_zKmZ88A4p_f-tLaTcODnfRXeCeVJAqIJWMD7eD-qKCNCNxedSsxUojompo5pI-v9uN9bO15hwgpH2HUgr3oRMSHOCeZ_rsnSUigCcoPT2t2axSkxD_aLLBJ86Mv7LAItb4/s400/100_3859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690572454382715634" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Lucy's turn)<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Iq5-lr4a2pUmLiZO2_EGXH33CJh5kXdt83OlUtO7wBesNWDFoCC20mhllsgLaiS8ZkaIXoKZ6Cz9e_KwMNnT36oVPeK4bdnDenVTcFhqwC3pql7ROXj-nG4GLqL3gadSephCC6yoLdI/s1600/100_3888.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Iq5-lr4a2pUmLiZO2_EGXH33CJh5kXdt83OlUtO7wBesNWDFoCC20mhllsgLaiS8ZkaIXoKZ6Cz9e_KwMNnT36oVPeK4bdnDenVTcFhqwC3pql7ROXj-nG4GLqL3gadSephCC6yoLdI/s400/100_3888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690572460714287458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />After all the kids have gotten a chance to talk to Santa, we begin to open presents. Lucy and Evey got their very first easy-bake oven!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Once they figured out what it was, they were thrilled!!!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6sxodQ3eFzGWt4sfhgBeMr7-u336VFxrvXQaF7dP-8ktaoT8xvc2jYryCqBfkVKpMdhHpEwSKtG9FfCE7HKTMC-_aAjsridEhap0N_8eNd5qrRdvfwlWfBz8PoGN18X0LYu6HMjrYoA/s1600/100_3884.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM6sxodQ3eFzGWt4sfhgBeMr7-u336VFxrvXQaF7dP-8ktaoT8xvc2jYryCqBfkVKpMdhHpEwSKtG9FfCE7HKTMC-_aAjsridEhap0N_8eNd5qrRdvfwlWfBz8PoGN18X0LYu6HMjrYoA/s400/100_3884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690603256581546434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Lucy saying thank you to my mom)</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMLqMDm0538s9K3A9uf2CBnVa1kjMobgIMEXkwbu_2mh98uAPdB-uowgRseMerM0RJf1X2N4_vZhyWhTGts0Qi2kyhY0zJdywBKH1clXt37t9MqKH3NAe_1cgX5SSqXQ6_wDWqpZyu7I/s1600/100_3825.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMLqMDm0538s9K3A9uf2CBnVa1kjMobgIMEXkwbu_2mh98uAPdB-uowgRseMerM0RJf1X2N4_vZhyWhTGts0Qi2kyhY0zJdywBKH1clXt37t9MqKH3NAe_1cgX5SSqXQ6_wDWqpZyu7I/s400/100_3825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690571512625192274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(snuggles)</span><br /><br />The following photo captures possibly one of the most touching moments I've experienced. I had just opened a present from Emily, which was a gorgeous cast iron tea set. My grandma overheard me thanking Emily for it and my mom explained to her that I collect them. She immediately stood up and walked out of the room. She returned with a box, which she placed in my lap and said "Here Katie, this is for you." I opened it and found inside beautiful, handmade Teacups, a Cream Server and a Tea pot. She went on to explain that they were parting gifts given to her and my grandfather after having lived in China for two years. I was so touched. As you can see we were both in tears. It is a moment that I will never forget. As I look back, the scripture Malachi 4:6 comes to mind. That is truly how we felt.<br />I love my grandma. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAU3GgdOZMd5e6sjf_ijt9iE9hmZqeg4lItABdYGnjD6WGsSjNpqeDx2yBawUxBnz8TYMF7VyduR8Yc2RcIr9Q_2rOVZ5aC7tUF3-3FXvAGhHGy8XmPVZX0lSR_JXSjYjZZ2SpaXa0DvE/s1600/100_3892.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAU3GgdOZMd5e6sjf_ijt9iE9hmZqeg4lItABdYGnjD6WGsSjNpqeDx2yBawUxBnz8TYMF7VyduR8Yc2RcIr9Q_2rOVZ5aC7tUF3-3FXvAGhHGy8XmPVZX0lSR_JXSjYjZZ2SpaXa0DvE/s400/100_3892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690572467717359810" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Needless to say, this Christmas is one that I will always hold dear to my heart!<br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-71018817994259755282011-07-06T20:11:00.000-07:002011-07-06T21:19:10.363-07:00Art Classes!<div style="text-align: center;">Wow! It has been so long since I last blogged!!!!<br />So much has happened in the last year. Where do I begin? I guess, I'll just start with the present.<br />Recently a friend of mine, Jeanine, approached me about teaching Art Classes for a Summer Camp she is hosting at her home. I jumped at the opportunity to share my love for art! At first I was really nervous at the prospect of teaching. I had never done anything like it before and wasn't sure if I was skilled enough to teach. Several times I nearly backed out but told myself this is something that I need to do to grow. So I dove in and haven't looked back since!!!! I began teaching only two weeks ago and LOVE IT!!!!!!!<br />The kids are surprisingly easy to manage and eager to learn. Despite the wide range of ages (4-12 yrs.) it seems that, so far, I have been able to find ways to adapt the lessons to meet their individual needs!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxYvxkaVla8idQ5cB1CF7siHS89ReiNLMwHJbr6m-WddfW72NIgCEySvBtt0DEcJNJSgTLkd-BS4lUv_ts_FmbTlxYIlarVBUf0mi4b4DfXYxTr2kG7idlojO8yKqOXY-o6587VbenT4/s1600/100_1330.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxYvxkaVla8idQ5cB1CF7siHS89ReiNLMwHJbr6m-WddfW72NIgCEySvBtt0DEcJNJSgTLkd-BS4lUv_ts_FmbTlxYIlarVBUf0mi4b4DfXYxTr2kG7idlojO8yKqOXY-o6587VbenT4/s400/100_1330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626455001705513170" border="0" /></a>Today We worked with Acrylic Paints to make color wheels with only Primary Colors! It was so fun to see the younger kids discover that by simply mixing paints together they could make other colors! they are so cute!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFiMahkZDdhIDytENw6ZHwv85Dhlt813Bfm6dHWkDH-lEd23B5GVseZxoz_xDmsVJjMK4NzhYWF5LVifbwKuGl2Yv2mIPPK5qTy-5nedrjfKEWGeTsthBm0mwQrz7gseOfXlQqNJdftw/s1600/100_1356.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFiMahkZDdhIDytENw6ZHwv85Dhlt813Bfm6dHWkDH-lEd23B5GVseZxoz_xDmsVJjMK4NzhYWF5LVifbwKuGl2Yv2mIPPK5qTy-5nedrjfKEWGeTsthBm0mwQrz7gseOfXlQqNJdftw/s400/100_1356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626456829679856674" border="0" /></a>I was worried that doing a color wheel would be too advanced for them but to my delight they did fantastically! So proud of my lil' students!!!!<br />After we were done with our color wheels, the kids were free to paint whatever their little hearts desired!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMXow3W7oNDPbVrMFDUdhm6HakMYkTHmYQ0gA_aYG_lSx5QsAae7fPPAVuIkWaBf1cnRLVh6eQk6jmx3BN8tl4bEYax68Nf25gljuXeWnRqpXyCoBsOscKUc7bmTp-LD2PFbZZS4CNO4/s1600/100_1340.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMXow3W7oNDPbVrMFDUdhm6HakMYkTHmYQ0gA_aYG_lSx5QsAae7fPPAVuIkWaBf1cnRLVh6eQk6jmx3BN8tl4bEYax68Nf25gljuXeWnRqpXyCoBsOscKUc7bmTp-LD2PFbZZS4CNO4/s400/100_1340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626455844973581522" border="0" /></a>Lucy thinking about what she wants to paint<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbl3ha6q2Xs2b4LvnnLO7Bo6HKQTwc2Z08YTFOg9c7cknb1b1wFNrQ2-gVxAdAR-1o_pbDp28qP34BwR6HzQOLSRGGBo5H6vLZ6wC80GrD8EKI3gtTYO1aRzPl57usz20JzXAxQofRm0/s1600/100_1343.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbl3ha6q2Xs2b4LvnnLO7Bo6HKQTwc2Z08YTFOg9c7cknb1b1wFNrQ2-gVxAdAR-1o_pbDp28qP34BwR6HzQOLSRGGBo5H6vLZ6wC80GrD8EKI3gtTYO1aRzPl57usz20JzXAxQofRm0/s400/100_1343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626455846423716482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjde0N6TFMdLzJqa817bhgTfmsXq_Tweu87LBKB0CeyTvmoHy8j5V6iaQXD-U4lJ3kPcAbBWQKhMBuI5_WIwKtuNC1CBH3UL19t7pA6VhYUhwsL75k475dgx1WjlcYao2qeaKNCasj6aqU/s1600/100_1345.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjde0N6TFMdLzJqa817bhgTfmsXq_Tweu87LBKB0CeyTvmoHy8j5V6iaQXD-U4lJ3kPcAbBWQKhMBuI5_WIwKtuNC1CBH3UL19t7pA6VhYUhwsL75k475dgx1WjlcYao2qeaKNCasj6aqU/s400/100_1345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626455026824268962" border="0" /></a>Busy at work!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadI0KzQSqiQTYOd51E3_9rIKyJ5yviijiziIORAYsg0UNVvhz4fp0kPyoB7DUURHNshFW9-FZ1dqMCFhjhu0xmeW0ddh7ATjU8RraqZ3OYCBJ7B3Avet96EFVdpcZqiBEnbFHlriZgBY/s1600/100_1341.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadI0KzQSqiQTYOd51E3_9rIKyJ5yviijiziIORAYsg0UNVvhz4fp0kPyoB7DUURHNshFW9-FZ1dqMCFhjhu0xmeW0ddh7ATjU8RraqZ3OYCBJ7B3Avet96EFVdpcZqiBEnbFHlriZgBY/s400/100_1341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626455014499420546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3AZXDzYE_5fWKUkShw-qRKA0A7vo7GMmotlogcLzqJEBpitwRo6nUVAn6qHAcEMR_Ikckj49QyTPmz-hgjb5QBj0sz9Fk2IVhphSjNF7ioNy7VSe9qCj4YhRYShVCVwfuGioF8qRvao/s1600/100_1339.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3AZXDzYE_5fWKUkShw-qRKA0A7vo7GMmotlogcLzqJEBpitwRo6nUVAn6qHAcEMR_Ikckj49QyTPmz-hgjb5QBj0sz9Fk2IVhphSjNF7ioNy7VSe9qCj4YhRYShVCVwfuGioF8qRvao/s400/100_1339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626455006205836706" border="0" /></a>Such a goofball<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgdcQgrnOrjubXio-ahFmZ4QGyaf4ce2N8IkHF9fMlc_TFgY3INv2th4pqFWEvnloS7SGvsFW06ETcNwBnzcaxJQCt3YtOm-z4A_R4FeQNgR4os27_wXFGrUsoTXyPeMwCttXvo_bSfk/s1600/100_1333.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgdcQgrnOrjubXio-ahFmZ4QGyaf4ce2N8IkHF9fMlc_TFgY3INv2th4pqFWEvnloS7SGvsFW06ETcNwBnzcaxJQCt3YtOm-z4A_R4FeQNgR4os27_wXFGrUsoTXyPeMwCttXvo_bSfk/s400/100_1333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626455031607998882" border="0" /></a>Love this girl!!!!!<br /><br /><br />I am so glad that I decided to do this! it has already been such a Joy in my life!!!! And I cannot wait for next week: Watercolors!!!!!!<br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-51829473912895309102010-11-23T09:39:00.000-08:002010-11-23T11:47:00.470-08:00This is what we do....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">When we don't have a car....</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUuRfJJIb6lJz8C1A8yaTxbwJgqvxGQhfB7BPiBVxaMU3xyAuH6O_PDEfecvEwuNstq6khqY3ZFCVWCYcVLf647Zhj9CbQAwqaOnZJNl_aJbUyyAlpJXPZMYg1kPtZrdfrBLiE7lCXvU/s1600/100_2671.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUuRfJJIb6lJz8C1A8yaTxbwJgqvxGQhfB7BPiBVxaMU3xyAuH6O_PDEfecvEwuNstq6khqY3ZFCVWCYcVLf647Zhj9CbQAwqaOnZJNl_aJbUyyAlpJXPZMYg1kPtZrdfrBLiE7lCXvU/s400/100_2671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542801458195161970" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">we build piggy fortresses</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3h7mSy1mCNotWIXGYnS3_S6zVQrpX1zohYILbgUhZd5nJ_Tlalvpj3a2vi57zABiaP6OUlNzzolDDyJQSGfR1rvIE957mk2JLN6sB9wjzhZCx6mBk2IY5W064kOKKhSL9Ct_LwypVqes/s1600/100_2672.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3h7mSy1mCNotWIXGYnS3_S6zVQrpX1zohYILbgUhZd5nJ_Tlalvpj3a2vi57zABiaP6OUlNzzolDDyJQSGfR1rvIE957mk2JLN6sB9wjzhZCx6mBk2IY5W064kOKKhSL9Ct_LwypVqes/s400/100_2672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542801441748835266" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty good huh?</span></span><br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-30212215002765542052010-11-19T18:50:00.000-08:002010-11-20T10:39:02.088-08:00Little Layla's First Birthday!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >I Can't Believe It Has Already Been a Year!!!!!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Layla has been such a gift for me personally this year. Her sweet fun-loving personality has blessed even the hardest of days! She gives me something to laugh about everyday! Especially lately. She has been getting into everything! I used to think I would just die if I had a kid like that, but surprisingly enough I find it really endearing! </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdDMwwGidw0vF1lzzILsAA0laM-eDT3Nf2R_m-gkXnh7I1_D1b56YNyDf9hIQpu8FoZBztmvQ_Zkocr8_SxPsrnP3OtvpbQTVfn8smb1AnU_hnTviZnrMhE2-YA2uTgOPhtm7NPdqGkc/s1600/100_0184_00.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdDMwwGidw0vF1lzzILsAA0laM-eDT3Nf2R_m-gkXnh7I1_D1b56YNyDf9hIQpu8FoZBztmvQ_Zkocr8_SxPsrnP3OtvpbQTVfn8smb1AnU_hnTviZnrMhE2-YA2uTgOPhtm7NPdqGkc/s400/100_0184_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541466466954157746" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >We had a little lunch-in party with some extended family and a couple friends.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Look at that little tongue. (Which is actually not all that little. She has a giraffe tongue like mama)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LowrAQOZlA3CCA2SoyfxXW5sko6L2qE9quEVDc-uoe1oeXlrMEIN8G3laaNHsQpLzD3WrsLiSgHR20sRXxecIAMm4mZK1IW5Z2Fc2YaAiIndiSeGovqq9r6nNO7_XdkA0OEPT9S8sbQ/s1600/100_0198_00.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LowrAQOZlA3CCA2SoyfxXW5sko6L2qE9quEVDc-uoe1oeXlrMEIN8G3laaNHsQpLzD3WrsLiSgHR20sRXxecIAMm4mZK1IW5Z2Fc2YaAiIndiSeGovqq9r6nNO7_XdkA0OEPT9S8sbQ/s400/100_0198_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541468750447613186" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Layla knew just what to do</span><span style="font-size:130%;">...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpRFumhVDnBXZPVYtY1B6Ht6qBJfSdwmFi9YpAWh-OyV3Fc_kukOpCGQpXLNHkNH5dqhX0uqLr-RfqNjl9NHzNqTbA_pGd3ebRe-FzQ6d_MOYvpPaR02_j-DOLMD7NEBqbQraXiRl4Fc/s1600/100_0213_00.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpRFumhVDnBXZPVYtY1B6Ht6qBJfSdwmFi9YpAWh-OyV3Fc_kukOpCGQpXLNHkNH5dqhX0uqLr-RfqNjl9NHzNqTbA_pGd3ebRe-FzQ6d_MOYvpPaR02_j-DOLMD7NEBqbQraXiRl4Fc/s400/100_0213_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541469352345183218" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_833oozMuRHLijyXOmjxpOPCiMZOXUN9wUGR69hyphenhyphenoOZRzVPJP75tRxzw0hv_PQNNsWZo7uKooyrS9wcl7PvXZ2zCvammwZZzhm2l456JihM8dfSqWPiOLekVHRDuQN3XhyphenhyphenXRxjF1UpY/s1600/100_0211_00.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_833oozMuRHLijyXOmjxpOPCiMZOXUN9wUGR69hyphenhyphenoOZRzVPJP75tRxzw0hv_PQNNsWZo7uKooyrS9wcl7PvXZ2zCvammwZZzhm2l456JihM8dfSqWPiOLekVHRDuQN3XhyphenhyphenXRxjF1UpY/s400/100_0211_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541468792781607506" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUqLMQGpE9MWH9Dh6dXPa1GS23D_v_kTsXViaRj-uO0bYmLU9EDtKOhkuurjO65qBY27pd7RxZJi8CLgv5SnWgDRIi67HzKIbiL0x-B43rkAodAJ-vJmA18Y2DZLZu-8g2OKkuF3z8G8/s1600/100_0197_00.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUqLMQGpE9MWH9Dh6dXPa1GS23D_v_kTsXViaRj-uO0bYmLU9EDtKOhkuurjO65qBY27pd7RxZJi8CLgv5SnWgDRIi67HzKIbiL0x-B43rkAodAJ-vJmA18Y2DZLZu-8g2OKkuF3z8G8/s400/100_0197_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541468731739740642" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjni3PD04lnvX9ITUBYJjeuqxHZGbVL4A1Jhi9XihuQ6TKpguMKvaqMrN1TV1hVHDLDoRhV517xqKm40phOABsW9kKcb9bVZnCdAmw75tZay15Y3Q3x4jRhRuTr9QraQAXcK0rXRT-u1lM/s1600/100_0195_00.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjni3PD04lnvX9ITUBYJjeuqxHZGbVL4A1Jhi9XihuQ6TKpguMKvaqMrN1TV1hVHDLDoRhV517xqKm40phOABsW9kKcb9bVZnCdAmw75tZay15Y3Q3x4jRhRuTr9QraQAXcK0rXRT-u1lM/s400/100_0195_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541466474580887074" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnLFxLt10tBYTSz0_xpOf9Qf53mVixnjZWD3cI7YvbR2ULjodriJ2e4_zrAA1rLlo2Wt-mX_MLCf5QA2Urx1bZs__978d2IMK2Fi7VrGtbWetwtACPYdvByCW4I6v7Kbx2QIemS5-OiQ/s1600/100_0191_00.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnLFxLt10tBYTSz0_xpOf9Qf53mVixnjZWD3cI7YvbR2ULjodriJ2e4_zrAA1rLlo2Wt-mX_MLCf5QA2Urx1bZs__978d2IMK2Fi7VrGtbWetwtACPYdvByCW4I6v7Kbx2QIemS5-OiQ/s400/100_0191_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541468020656336482" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >"No more pictures!!!!"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHQsT1JrZd4vbdDNBmC2KZPm-xqWtdfB6byjoiMQhsFkbR16Rsb9HtdvdK8N7uuQtcgIPOGzQAmVfeEea3wdp9S-E6543cpBKtbVkvVLGId6Koz1FbLgQJO8xrO0Kkt4tXNGbEDc7OMQ/s1600/100_0210_00.jpg">The following Pictures are from her actual birthday. we had a little family party.</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPbJtMzPOJJJyoUa261P2D8iJ6GBEq26pkHIQ6bqR8yxpohmaMKWCc-YEfi74t2DnpU3xuHWyBF0hlT7F2zukdPi6QX1AiWqxs54u6o9njebie8DeL_lQGXfimlSJuqONUn1yx9NNWG4/s1600/148742_465370857168_506402168_5483688_7657264_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPbJtMzPOJJJyoUa261P2D8iJ6GBEq26pkHIQ6bqR8yxpohmaMKWCc-YEfi74t2DnpU3xuHWyBF0hlT7F2zukdPi6QX1AiWqxs54u6o9njebie8DeL_lQGXfimlSJuqONUn1yx9NNWG4/s400/148742_465370857168_506402168_5483688_7657264_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541475776945831218" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CVOMGj-woYed_kiLw_7r34dX3F_EZjasq1E9GP8HX1DMw228eiEF2C_2GlpjHVNIRaA5W9Sa42sZ43-AnNFvGbz8GQvyxnS3YPpPu7gVEaHk-z40gn5_kun4TI4yczk5FX4tbxy5jDs/s1600/76772_465378042168_506402168_5483789_23154_n.jpg">We gave her a practice cupcake!</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YucB87PJjvo6SQi3KEg80YV0d4EMWI37CiRfOwsaQzHPP4CSs2r_Pg3fB7E88KNj7CXwSK4LzvYE3D1dHDnejunioNd_ZuOfp3Is2kBL0MzzrHnkgUUJmjXCwa7KcKm01OQOW-vqkss/s1600/100_0100.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YucB87PJjvo6SQi3KEg80YV0d4EMWI37CiRfOwsaQzHPP4CSs2r_Pg3fB7E88KNj7CXwSK4LzvYE3D1dHDnejunioNd_ZuOfp3Is2kBL0MzzrHnkgUUJmjXCwa7KcKm01OQOW-vqkss/s400/100_0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541466490322666242" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >I think she liked it!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CVOMGj-woYed_kiLw_7r34dX3F_EZjasq1E9GP8HX1DMw228eiEF2C_2GlpjHVNIRaA5W9Sa42sZ43-AnNFvGbz8GQvyxnS3YPpPu7gVEaHk-z40gn5_kun4TI4yczk5FX4tbxy5jDs/s1600/76772_465378042168_506402168_5483789_23154_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CVOMGj-woYed_kiLw_7r34dX3F_EZjasq1E9GP8HX1DMw228eiEF2C_2GlpjHVNIRaA5W9Sa42sZ43-AnNFvGbz8GQvyxnS3YPpPu7gVEaHk-z40gn5_kun4TI4yczk5FX4tbxy5jDs/s400/76772_465378042168_506402168_5483789_23154_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541475762410899250" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUqLMQGpE9MWH9Dh6dXPa1GS23D_v_kTsXViaRj-uO0bYmLU9EDtKOhkuurjO65qBY27pd7RxZJi8CLgv5SnWgDRIi67HzKIbiL0x-B43rkAodAJ-vJmA18Y2DZLZu-8g2OKkuF3z8G8/s1600/100_0197_00.jpg">Time for a shower!</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPapDAHLZGhqLFd8A6DKZAGxPkD77nzR2TUNabZlH4IWp14J66FuvmTjmE64yiZ8Zx15mPPq6Tdsy0eZcSB5cEs5ZPb4lHn9WAv2D12FoYl6IJVLfaJBdPuZNo6nLhHBowU1UQXjeA04E/s1600/100_0129.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPapDAHLZGhqLFd8A6DKZAGxPkD77nzR2TUNabZlH4IWp14J66FuvmTjmE64yiZ8Zx15mPPq6Tdsy0eZcSB5cEs5ZPb4lHn9WAv2D12FoYl6IJVLfaJBdPuZNo6nLhHBowU1UQXjeA04E/s400/100_0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541466494099985602" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_h8mWRkZFwf3AGo3_NgX7CwnVbQ22qzvOPFGZ2erFGvBkbNQCRqRpp9DKZqEZpcuXqA4xVk1qKICI4UVyEMSRtD-wn9CyyTeEbv662D-Cuz_PD0NN7kDTRDQZEynh4QYQUpCjeJZcpk/s1600/100_0131.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_h8mWRkZFwf3AGo3_NgX7CwnVbQ22qzvOPFGZ2erFGvBkbNQCRqRpp9DKZqEZpcuXqA4xVk1qKICI4UVyEMSRtD-wn9CyyTeEbv662D-Cuz_PD0NN7kDTRDQZEynh4QYQUpCjeJZcpk/s400/100_0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541467122644992306" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpJWEoxVY_nP5EOJYCuTMyCU2oOsKbsteP41MMAnl9zGA46ZlJfSPxkpb6ua7C9JzpW2_mDLgcYIldQWZX8sQpWbu4u06QD0UZ7EHfDiKPGbvPJveFX3QI7aBQPz-LnXjkbdbDG_OLEY/s1600/100_0130.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpJWEoxVY_nP5EOJYCuTMyCU2oOsKbsteP41MMAnl9zGA46ZlJfSPxkpb6ua7C9JzpW2_mDLgcYIldQWZX8sQpWbu4u06QD0UZ7EHfDiKPGbvPJveFX3QI7aBQPz-LnXjkbdbDG_OLEY/s400/100_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541467114161151122" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >(love this one)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3I-Ni3Rrl8o964ar1RuiTLdTv2whlOwo3vb33Assfg4OmyruJpvo6Nafxz4-ZL02Mud99DrOMJ9XYyaROat2uEOGlTHRcO83wswWQ2sJZEDVWlOwMT4UIM88jOsM_utkJZMl0F39LjE/s1600/100_0149.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3I-Ni3Rrl8o964ar1RuiTLdTv2whlOwo3vb33Assfg4OmyruJpvo6Nafxz4-ZL02Mud99DrOMJ9XYyaROat2uEOGlTHRcO83wswWQ2sJZEDVWlOwMT4UIM88jOsM_utkJZMl0F39LjE/s400/100_0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541467992788026530" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >After the shower she opened her presents</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPIppO0AxqqPtmUFBLN6M6DSYi9kdy1rFsxHBtG_0zDVrA1IAOpQj1Vat0vQg2lbW8qE3bRe1tOiRLXRL_SUHIDamQHFcvsomuCk7XyrsoUd6nkVBNDaFNQS2wxuF8GuHUawa7zcrd1l0/s1600/100_0166.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPIppO0AxqqPtmUFBLN6M6DSYi9kdy1rFsxHBtG_0zDVrA1IAOpQj1Vat0vQg2lbW8qE3bRe1tOiRLXRL_SUHIDamQHFcvsomuCk7XyrsoUd6nkVBNDaFNQS2wxuF8GuHUawa7zcrd1l0/s400/100_0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541468017702956370" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The girls were excited about giving Layla presents that they actually picked for her. (I had the girls each pick something from the dollar bins at target!) Of course, the presents seemed to be more for them than for her.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKoq4ZQ5DFc8WyorXme8fXBuDjKyK_YB8_VTvfq98MHpI-7meaV-V1MCQu2dpHV4Uytyqaf2mRi4QLqN6qW8PQq-ye1lPEj8vWnirjLoyvpIEQkGYOLULyxsSznpK9Z0PCLyISEutcFcs/s1600/100_0157.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKoq4ZQ5DFc8WyorXme8fXBuDjKyK_YB8_VTvfq98MHpI-7meaV-V1MCQu2dpHV4Uytyqaf2mRi4QLqN6qW8PQq-ye1lPEj8vWnirjLoyvpIEQkGYOLULyxsSznpK9Z0PCLyISEutcFcs/s400/100_0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541468000379628754" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >I love these big sister photos!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B85s0S72GQ-jIKDI3B53j8sEy-Y7wSXbwo-guaHQAj_r0VnxBi_PHysnOIV_oR0xmBpi1hRM63locmQzqSBB7vFIIjK3G-EfV8J8k_3Vvd8FnnREfU_tJSSfS7xOUWc0MQsLiJimePE/s1600/100_0162.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B85s0S72GQ-jIKDI3B53j8sEy-Y7wSXbwo-guaHQAj_r0VnxBi_PHysnOIV_oR0xmBpi1hRM63locmQzqSBB7vFIIjK3G-EfV8J8k_3Vvd8FnnREfU_tJSSfS7xOUWc0MQsLiJimePE/s400/100_0162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541468003941536642" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Eric got some punching balloons for the girls too!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Piggy Kisses!!!!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgCQDMGtyVkd8mXGtubg_uz4hsFJVD3AZ-RQQlQXlHb2je6hPuHjOtoFt2h3dm4hGHAsSio1moZ_fVOEboltQyWEK0HIfMQBW-SGUfmJARtn8jTq7uixxQRU0pyywUYWKuspeYQlvLywA/s1600/100_0142.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgCQDMGtyVkd8mXGtubg_uz4hsFJVD3AZ-RQQlQXlHb2je6hPuHjOtoFt2h3dm4hGHAsSio1moZ_fVOEboltQyWEK0HIfMQBW-SGUfmJARtn8jTq7uixxQRU0pyywUYWKuspeYQlvLywA/s400/100_0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541467186595048002" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I love this picture! A few weeks before her birthday we were walking around Target and Layla pulled this pig right off the shelf and began snuggling it and giving it kisses. It was so cute. So as we were leaving I pretended to put it back and then stuffed it under the cart to save for her birthday. She was so excited when she pulled it out of the bag. Apparently she had not forgotten about it. It's such an ugly pig, but she loves it and she kisses it<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">every morning!</span></span></span><br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-10691905363730146332010-06-13T21:52:00.000-07:002010-06-16T22:39:40.714-07:00The Del Mar Fair!!!It's been WAY too long since I last blogged. Once Layla was born I knew something had to fall off the to do list. My poor blog, neglected for all these months. But at least I've got my priorities straight. I figured that I'd just jump right back in and then fill in the important gaps later.<br />So here we go...<br />Last Saturday we went to the Del Mar Fair. Our kids are blessed with such generous grandparents, who paid our way and spoiled them rotten! Thank you Duan and Nina. You guys are the BEST!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82XfEfo88qdjnHJfucPntewoR3Rr83tT8jiC6DmWKCQH-qwAMWN-wkA_wdt1gBbF5NOnxaQEG4cv9fa4GL43vGg52v_v_NGsK01TNLG6iBt3wk8OE7YivtoYM4EpyVSpZ63b7VwBWsRM/s1600/31258_131034376915779_100000276532421_269192_5617068_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82XfEfo88qdjnHJfucPntewoR3Rr83tT8jiC6DmWKCQH-qwAMWN-wkA_wdt1gBbF5NOnxaQEG4cv9fa4GL43vGg52v_v_NGsK01TNLG6iBt3wk8OE7YivtoYM4EpyVSpZ63b7VwBWsRM/s400/31258_131034376915779_100000276532421_269192_5617068_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483424659945318274" border="0" /></a>Upon entering, Evey saw these puppies and begged me to pick her up so she could pet them. She loves puppies even if she is a little shy at first.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sdBQUpiyCY-L5G1W93zYFq2x1Ab2RtLIjaSY3c4-ZpeHNXKcaIZh0OupqoBjo5vjp2lFQJ5cTFuacLn9JwFqYWR9NbmETs3-FgoptjPJm_tl7DJBR0xmBmnjkaPyahD-odsc34bIciU/s1600/31258_131034390249111_100000276532421_269195_2157222_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sdBQUpiyCY-L5G1W93zYFq2x1Ab2RtLIjaSY3c4-ZpeHNXKcaIZh0OupqoBjo5vjp2lFQJ5cTFuacLn9JwFqYWR9NbmETs3-FgoptjPJm_tl7DJBR0xmBmnjkaPyahD-odsc34bIciU/s400/31258_131034390249111_100000276532421_269195_2157222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483443539367391442" border="0" /></a>Next we went to see the animals. Evey fed the goats and a cow. But after the cow slobbered all over her hand she decided that she was done. If Evey is anything, she is a neat freak. She hates getting messy! Lucy took one look at the goats and decided she wanted nothing to do with it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tAVF97YPthnngtCQWczsrX7P9OZI3xxuR2mOWmlMVowhEYN1amO0TDpObHGADiBGQCuqD6En-R5CCmyGSb-NOTHz7_LNxJcB6LgpA30SvVGN0DFdQ-_9kDdthgsJjqUfXE0IQnA3Hpo/s1600/100_2637.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tAVF97YPthnngtCQWczsrX7P9OZI3xxuR2mOWmlMVowhEYN1amO0TDpObHGADiBGQCuqD6En-R5CCmyGSb-NOTHz7_LNxJcB6LgpA30SvVGN0DFdQ-_9kDdthgsJjqUfXE0IQnA3Hpo/s400/100_2637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483423945961897474" border="0" /></a> Typically the girls are timid about anything new so I thought for sure that the rides were going to be a disaster. Thankfully I was wrong! They Loved the swings. Even the screaming boy behind them didn't phase them one bit?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_qhEZjjxwtuLMk719bKC491TFXc8xwqxHtwxFQUfEkZ21JZgOFkATj_IyiIXFdETKW4nCzJMWp8wq1kt8FtvcB6a-5JxZjvTzP_0cTUno-PWZ-XBHem2HKMOXhghPsQT05NqYqCeHe4/s1600/100_2636.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_qhEZjjxwtuLMk719bKC491TFXc8xwqxHtwxFQUfEkZ21JZgOFkATj_IyiIXFdETKW4nCzJMWp8wq1kt8FtvcB6a-5JxZjvTzP_0cTUno-PWZ-XBHem2HKMOXhghPsQT05NqYqCeHe4/s400/100_2636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483423935943485826" border="0" /></a>Lately, whenever I tell Evey to smile she does this! I love that girl! She has been saying the funniest things lately. But I'll save those for another day! :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUguFjeN3EwwI11PiTv-dl4pehfPFRLOYfCoQLX5P66ZquS7gHR2ibTEKJzDT85Xkd2ILAZSrUy8qqMeTdBTcpNBUVPN_YpAEp3QbEZiLULMP6eDrImj3Xl6QkUdlNlpn7aHcabDdlFx8/s1600/100_2634.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUguFjeN3EwwI11PiTv-dl4pehfPFRLOYfCoQLX5P66ZquS7gHR2ibTEKJzDT85Xkd2ILAZSrUy8qqMeTdBTcpNBUVPN_YpAEp3QbEZiLULMP6eDrImj3Xl6QkUdlNlpn7aHcabDdlFx8/s400/100_2634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483423928486624642" border="0" /></a>The girls liked the train too. This poor guy had to push them around the track though because they didn't quite get how to make their cars move!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuloP3UevixUf3xBcwH3vR6r3_RpmeXHDVFbTI20UfnR2PafrT2tuwqxkB3-SglJjbJQ9Vc4B2HXmfchhT_-_7NmOnG7y63MwaQOAUQBVwUMY80DKlsOo0_0zC4Ieiw3FYjh1Uku5FGc/s1600/100_2650.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuloP3UevixUf3xBcwH3vR6r3_RpmeXHDVFbTI20UfnR2PafrT2tuwqxkB3-SglJjbJQ9Vc4B2HXmfchhT_-_7NmOnG7y63MwaQOAUQBVwUMY80DKlsOo0_0zC4Ieiw3FYjh1Uku5FGc/s400/100_2650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483424658517270690" border="0" /></a>Layla had a really good time too. The only hard part was getting her to eat or sleep. She is easily distracted! (I love this picture)<br /><br />We stopped for lunch at Roxy's. Eric and I both had Artichoke sandwiches, which were to die for! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OGN1l18AO5uzYzE8lCp4PHYidIL4B8iJQJw73Kx3Zj_cZXorqQhnsV56Fynn0KbpNEt-jXqNBVxiQngLZs6wa7DQ6Vk3GjY6W2tUapHZhjDfyBmiJUB06yU0GVawC3-gznUkUMwT66c/s1600/31258_131034580249092_100000276532421_269215_7258992_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OGN1l18AO5uzYzE8lCp4PHYidIL4B8iJQJw73Kx3Zj_cZXorqQhnsV56Fynn0KbpNEt-jXqNBVxiQngLZs6wa7DQ6Vk3GjY6W2tUapHZhjDfyBmiJUB06yU0GVawC3-gznUkUMwT66c/s400/31258_131034580249092_100000276532421_269215_7258992_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483424672677075186" border="0" /></a>Then we went to the Bing Crosby hall and looked around at all the booths. Evey and Lucy spent most of the time playing in the hammocks. Oh, Did they LOVE it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8zdrVO9bwUgHDwsDGAM1moU0DGf4Acj-Ehf_cV7d3l7qxZD2bMFmo0HpcGi7YTS72XuojScSUqo1KoBWhT5i06qAYfokJNvB7EgGDDEtqqA3cBwWMzt3NrFuDfV3YUmdddzMiwOj33w/s1600/31258_131034596915757_100000276532421_269219_6419061_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8zdrVO9bwUgHDwsDGAM1moU0DGf4Acj-Ehf_cV7d3l7qxZD2bMFmo0HpcGi7YTS72XuojScSUqo1KoBWhT5i06qAYfokJNvB7EgGDDEtqqA3cBwWMzt3NrFuDfV3YUmdddzMiwOj33w/s400/31258_131034596915757_100000276532421_269219_6419061_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483424680187586546" border="0" /></a>I got my annual ring cleaning for only 25 cents. And I got a hand washed with some kind of special soap. The lady who washed my hand really cracked me up. I must look like a sucker because when she finished washing she asked me to compare my two hands to see which one looked nicer. She had washed the one in <span style="font-style: italic;">cold </span>water. So of course it looked paler and more smooth. Then she went on to tell me how for only $50 I could have smooth hands like this every day. I seriously looked at her and thought, "Wow that's talent. I could never say that with a straight face." I kinda wish that I had pointed it out to her. I guess I'm too nice.<br /><br />I decided to pass on the funnel cake this year and instead split a fried Klondike Bar with Eric. I was looking at all the signs while eating and I cannot believe the kinds of "food" they sell there. Fried Frog legs, Chocolate Covered <span style="font-style: italic;">Bacon</span> and my personal favorite Deep Fried Butter! Are you kidding me!!!! People actually eat that stuff. I might try the frog legs for bragging rights but Fried Butter? Really??!! Sign me up for a heart attack now and make it delicious!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0js5TfYKcn2axz52AStiuQ7xTiWoez6XelLnlRRFyBJnU3byr2QRX48jqWDsZdyBRYsvm1U04Iih5ckT92tvjTbzX5aL7qR7dWVcBGKoS-AgX60iSbvMtBT1sUggNiY0aA7toSUrMBGE/s1600/100_2666.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0js5TfYKcn2axz52AStiuQ7xTiWoez6XelLnlRRFyBJnU3byr2QRX48jqWDsZdyBRYsvm1U04Iih5ckT92tvjTbzX5aL7qR7dWVcBGKoS-AgX60iSbvMtBT1sUggNiY0aA7toSUrMBGE/s400/100_2666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483423952950264002" border="0" /></a>We decided to go home after that. Everyone was so tired. Evey fell asleep in the car and I had to take a picture. She was so cute!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIzFTtC_z5OEAGTgKIbAIlCnlycuN1-cHS_dkrOe8w5_0P9UMiMFUtrBqd_sZo997gqMqsGzzqmc2tps9QY3EIxCZNxWgvSWO_W9fhzblk6pfkk_5TYUxkWqq6vfdjbKkEqbWrZvnkNI/s1600/100_2674.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIzFTtC_z5OEAGTgKIbAIlCnlycuN1-cHS_dkrOe8w5_0P9UMiMFUtrBqd_sZo997gqMqsGzzqmc2tps9QY3EIxCZNxWgvSWO_W9fhzblk6pfkk_5TYUxkWqq6vfdjbKkEqbWrZvnkNI/s400/100_2674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483423975352999074" border="0" /></a>Layla fell asleep in daddy's arms after we got home...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0js5TfYKcn2axz52AStiuQ7xTiWoez6XelLnlRRFyBJnU3byr2QRX48jqWDsZdyBRYsvm1U04Iih5ckT92tvjTbzX5aL7qR7dWVcBGKoS-AgX60iSbvMtBT1sUggNiY0aA7toSUrMBGE/s1600/100_2666.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGO-Hv8QrgbP98V7xXC3_xOfbzmDGxVKjzwBslq_Tg9g4gNckhqAqxY29iQKfJlZ2Hjrxc3dvQs7xwpE3xvAwhz28DlSn5ul5HIwN9ZwnAhkdOjzm4ldEp4xWRfJ3RKvOCEttGPaS4ao/s1600/100_2675.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGO-Hv8QrgbP98V7xXC3_xOfbzmDGxVKjzwBslq_Tg9g4gNckhqAqxY29iQKfJlZ2Hjrxc3dvQs7xwpE3xvAwhz28DlSn5ul5HIwN9ZwnAhkdOjzm4ldEp4xWRfJ3RKvOCEttGPaS4ao/s400/100_2675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483609789347093538" border="0" /></a>...and then he feel asleep snuggling Evey!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDDtOpR5WVF9kyYYTqZly8QQfPrEYv8CN-Iu_kGbrwGPE0nem3illlTnGEp2I3hfCYmHt2dQZbCPmRqMA7x1ehyjN0BzzHvFRkBK2J-9VKZmfqw7ptA2Pl-NL9Lv3c670psRgwR0jaFk/s1600/100_2625.jpg"><br /></a>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-11615931008403825012009-11-21T21:58:00.000-08:002009-11-22T00:00:51.758-08:00Layla, here at last!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNRMJvKz3IHemSKZqFgC4aAljDGy5bF8kRrnkShe9y6_DGohWQc4ePx1lnq0Y1qPZiRvrO63MlwOzXN1A-TQJbd9adD8T-Ao8jwmrBSGf2GCRJCgiObUg1qKsFC1WYrmvzjiDZlb8fY8/s1600/layla+tongue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNRMJvKz3IHemSKZqFgC4aAljDGy5bF8kRrnkShe9y6_DGohWQc4ePx1lnq0Y1qPZiRvrO63MlwOzXN1A-TQJbd9adD8T-Ao8jwmrBSGf2GCRJCgiObUg1qKsFC1WYrmvzjiDZlb8fY8/s320/layla+tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406804404436963394" border="0" /></a>Introducing the newest member of our growing family,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Layla Elaine Harding!!!</span><br /></span>born November 10th, 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNIt5iBblhMVMA33cOEFhf1qZGlJ7ow19UQhHTg_oy_2JV9NrceEnoco6JWlsAsQJwbd44ACXNEDSOUNXpdXBroVgkQqil3tNvglU9GNpfBjTVICTuNqN-2nLBFLTsUZj9z0J1Rq9WcBk/s1600/swaddle+sleep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNIt5iBblhMVMA33cOEFhf1qZGlJ7ow19UQhHTg_oy_2JV9NrceEnoco6JWlsAsQJwbd44ACXNEDSOUNXpdXBroVgkQqil3tNvglU9GNpfBjTVICTuNqN-2nLBFLTsUZj9z0J1Rq9WcBk/s320/swaddle+sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406805183889774402" border="0" /></a>Surprising us with her early arrival (a day before our scheduled c-section) and a bunch of dark hair, she came into this world weighing in at 6 lbs 13 oz and 20 in long<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-qn77RXwUB7oXv9e1vOnHfipaE4IjBJqcLpnd_X3fT3SypQhsKUkD0GddowYO6khSCgXCP-kwwPtEuO1j-LBXlQUSCBSx6Sw4BGpCZc1eUout3Cs5MVjMBsGft1h8SqqW4JMZWsp-JeY/s1600/funny+daddy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-qn77RXwUB7oXv9e1vOnHfipaE4IjBJqcLpnd_X3fT3SypQhsKUkD0GddowYO6khSCgXCP-kwwPtEuO1j-LBXlQUSCBSx6Sw4BGpCZc1eUout3Cs5MVjMBsGft1h8SqqW4JMZWsp-JeY/s320/funny+daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406804382325867122" border="0" /></a>Some are more excited...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsLUd5w0DJKkmNi6mHwWrwKqge2Vb85O00HiRoDGOiDY68FPz410N4hdLFd_88uwrmHTadalrPzJfDarjuO9KhPq_iurJaThCPyAQZZvkYErOq4UgE6rbgiT2V6pix3F6r1kAvyYR2AA/s1600/evey+holding+layla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsLUd5w0DJKkmNi6mHwWrwKqge2Vb85O00HiRoDGOiDY68FPz410N4hdLFd_88uwrmHTadalrPzJfDarjuO9KhPq_iurJaThCPyAQZZvkYErOq4UgE6rbgiT2V6pix3F6r1kAvyYR2AA/s320/evey+holding+layla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406803971703286434" border="0" /></a>...than others<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwoUAPwCjXnGLEtZvR3_r5QN5DiH657F3LANhO4X0EMEYQuwjyA60tPrOM4Ll52dSCg0YVN1m9XSkxZRNvOGzish9uqzlj2u6h1t6RgegUOs7cDTzdTNzghqWl5bQlqY6SUDGADT9EL6I/s1600/evey+next+to+layla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwoUAPwCjXnGLEtZvR3_r5QN5DiH657F3LANhO4X0EMEYQuwjyA60tPrOM4Ll52dSCg0YVN1m9XSkxZRNvOGzish9uqzlj2u6h1t6RgegUOs7cDTzdTNzghqWl5bQlqY6SUDGADT9EL6I/s320/evey+next+to+layla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406803973945886466" border="0" /></a>After looking at her from a distance, the first thing Evey said about Layla was, "She wants to go home now." Evey has warmed up to Layla since then. Yesterday she even asked to hold her and gave her a kiss on the head. We think she will soon enjoy the role of Big Sister, but for now we are giving Evey lots of attention so she knows she hasn't been replaced.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH470y_UjhqNxR9Jndb-8XOxlSeD7AK9CzQOvY6-ljCEU4lv3KrBtd9vaGqPujLFBRu1Y6mnCuE0_os1HEUHnkJ_4iW9FMaRPVqL143nIaStqcIK0wmtu6YlPjRNGjjHL0BzMco1WqN9c/s1600/lucy+holding+layla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH470y_UjhqNxR9Jndb-8XOxlSeD7AK9CzQOvY6-ljCEU4lv3KrBtd9vaGqPujLFBRu1Y6mnCuE0_os1HEUHnkJ_4iW9FMaRPVqL143nIaStqcIK0wmtu6YlPjRNGjjHL0BzMco1WqN9c/s320/lucy+holding+layla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406804747571197058" border="0" /></a>Lucy however, has taken right to Layla. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3tbsNmcBeDHvF7zLLXzREVd08MSvb_0iADtbP4BHGXFqZLJfQD9wVBU8nj1edLChypRR8sm4LPVrRx-NZOOU9nSfJqizjGo3wH3ve4gEDnWcmRF_BEFTuphyphenhyphen6PQVvffwY9KnTu1o6hg/s1600/lucy+kisses+layla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3tbsNmcBeDHvF7zLLXzREVd08MSvb_0iADtbP4BHGXFqZLJfQD9wVBU8nj1edLChypRR8sm4LPVrRx-NZOOU9nSfJqizjGo3wH3ve4gEDnWcmRF_BEFTuphyphenhyphen6PQVvffwY9KnTu1o6hg/s320/lucy+kisses+layla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406804754642992354" border="0" /></a>This was the first of many kisses that Layla has received from Lucy. In fact most of the time I'm worried that Lucy is going to smother her with love.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxJkj93zc7nFBX1xBYOVFoCCqr16L_cldAGk-vPg7eF-Ysnwsip0536CIevCsn0522OlbW4L4tgdq2cUayaC1DotK_Gn4QkFO2okA-hq5ZJ28MZBmdEIk7SMmKHdbTQLjRGGUn5uO2nI/s1600/lucy+awes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZxJkj93zc7nFBX1xBYOVFoCCqr16L_cldAGk-vPg7eF-Ysnwsip0536CIevCsn0522OlbW4L4tgdq2cUayaC1DotK_Gn4QkFO2okA-hq5ZJ28MZBmdEIk7SMmKHdbTQLjRGGUn5uO2nI/s320/lucy+awes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406804741628380978" border="0" /></a>She is constantly wanting to kiss, snuggle, and hold her.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7dZL7nCaej0FSJHwR4LfQ8O-hg2y6Hq_xKKebkxA4gfoUNdE3c6ACln3ShI8jncyj2UHybYhKNImx_U6g-2qJ74I6QqffAxB1d18fYSLloVGum7M6wCPbtPlnbuC1bo5W6W5_OI_8Gw/s1600/lucy+snuggles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7dZL7nCaej0FSJHwR4LfQ8O-hg2y6Hq_xKKebkxA4gfoUNdE3c6ACln3ShI8jncyj2UHybYhKNImx_U6g-2qJ74I6QqffAxB1d18fYSLloVGum7M6wCPbtPlnbuC1bo5W6W5_OI_8Gw/s320/lucy+snuggles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406804761070685586" border="0" /></a>One of Lucy's favorite things about Layla is her tiny features. Especially the ears. Lucy is always pulling, tugging, and stroking her teeny body parts. Surprisingly, Layla doesn't seem to mind.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNB7202QxaGYaYzZdjBA2-sbdTNe6DB4zQ7lRxZ66y05IamRqx41flj5R9BPILRARLlq_CfVzbBzoGuP9Jp7k0F9MKd_5urgNAobCRDr0fSlBG1TAG4KfF1Fcz7Q5zwINEj39KOvI1l4/s1600/not+now+i%27m+holding+baby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNB7202QxaGYaYzZdjBA2-sbdTNe6DB4zQ7lRxZ66y05IamRqx41flj5R9BPILRARLlq_CfVzbBzoGuP9Jp7k0F9MKd_5urgNAobCRDr0fSlBG1TAG4KfF1Fcz7Q5zwINEj39KOvI1l4/s320/not+now+i%27m+holding+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406805174297422626" border="0" /></a>I'm pretty sure that Layla is going to be a daddy's girl. She very much enjoys starring up into Eric's eyes and prefers to fall asleep in his arms. But then again, so do I.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyzzNxof9VqZ2OTfC3vPb1X_HC6-eXmix-OImbO0Hpmb781TQlyW1b-5lMebNtS7HbXrjOqC_SUdA5y9_dAZENKT__ZsrmhMSITyNxw3cY2pDeukFBX1XEGI3JqUv4noIBKkQRAdFMIo/s1600/mommy+%26+layla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyzzNxof9VqZ2OTfC3vPb1X_HC6-eXmix-OImbO0Hpmb781TQlyW1b-5lMebNtS7HbXrjOqC_SUdA5y9_dAZENKT__ZsrmhMSITyNxw3cY2pDeukFBX1XEGI3JqUv4noIBKkQRAdFMIo/s320/mommy+%26+layla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406804764295604370" border="0" /></a>Layla is a really easy-going baby, which is so perfect seeing as she is my third kid. She is alert, attentive and pretty happy. She is a fantastic sleeper and an even better eater. Hands down, she is definitely the easiest newborn I've had so far.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZgsVvkVH66bELqa3R0xJoUIbdHeVACDQI9Z7kxh1PIwPUCXV5pWUNo4A1ovGqRvb3f5FSt2G9NPCT4xhasaKLQ8UYH1KKTrZWjL0WRMV6fZ_JigLcE_eCZARwEyOsbyKr4sIv4zhgy40/s1600/eyes+wide+open.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZgsVvkVH66bELqa3R0xJoUIbdHeVACDQI9Z7kxh1PIwPUCXV5pWUNo4A1ovGqRvb3f5FSt2G9NPCT4xhasaKLQ8UYH1KKTrZWjL0WRMV6fZ_JigLcE_eCZARwEyOsbyKr4sIv4zhgy40/s320/eyes+wide+open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406804379398676434" border="0" /></a>Many people told me that number three would be the hardest. I really don't think that is going to be the case for us. The transition has been very easy. It's already weird for me to think that 12 days ago she wasn't here yet. It feels like shes always been with us and in spirit I suspect that she always has been!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-15927616549772496902009-06-29T15:01:00.000-07:002009-06-29T15:19:25.431-07:00It's a WHAT????!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Ok, SORRY I've waited so DANG long to post this. I wanted to scan my ultrasound pictures on to the computer and post them but it turns out my computer isn't working incredibly well, and won't let me. I'm sick of waiting to tell people, so here it is!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">IT'S A GIRL!!!!!</span></span><br /><br />Seriously, I CANNOT believe it!!!!!! I was so surprised! I was sooo sure it would be a boy! But nope, apparently God wants to give us as many girls as we can handle! So here she comes!<br />We are so happy to have this new little addition to our family. She will be such a joy!!!!<br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-88641668858866136302009-06-06T20:13:00.000-07:002009-06-06T20:31:04.131-07:00Any Guesses?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAvY2SymIHTNd65CS786of3kfiUkfztPcOakixjNspPXXlQsDC8ZiXjeQFCCcEkPl90b1iK7_gLExWSenhvo7XkzPIEL6G1667DAZidLbCldUT2oZfETAN33GEX92FgymFikpDPOvhr4/s1600-h/boy_sign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAvY2SymIHTNd65CS786of3kfiUkfztPcOakixjNspPXXlQsDC8ZiXjeQFCCcEkPl90b1iK7_gLExWSenhvo7XkzPIEL6G1667DAZidLbCldUT2oZfETAN33GEX92FgymFikpDPOvhr4/s320/boy_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344419246334134546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0jpVLbK-_DpcrWdAPEutgIQdkBtlDK6Tp9RK_u5nv5juatZ9o6c-SRa1sW0flTNVEQpC9NoyPR-LHyqwOLSu0BQm8Bj5qh21SqMc9tA-MCQmaPqI3LARjNiylFWPN1i5UAtVP_lMMy3k/s1600-h/girl_sign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0jpVLbK-_DpcrWdAPEutgIQdkBtlDK6Tp9RK_u5nv5juatZ9o6c-SRa1sW0flTNVEQpC9NoyPR-LHyqwOLSu0BQm8Bj5qh21SqMc9tA-MCQmaPqI3LARjNiylFWPN1i5UAtVP_lMMy3k/s320/girl_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344419347084093442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> We are having an Ultrasound done on June 23rd to find out the sex of the baby. So before we find out, lets hear some guesses! Here are a few facts about this pregnancy to help you make your most educated decision!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> I:<br /></div></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Am hardly ever sick</li><li> Have major heartburn</li><li>Have cramps like you wouldn't believe</li><li>Am carrying very low</li><li>Am super tired all the time<br /></li><li>Have felt a couple BIG karate kicks (even though I'm only 17 weeks along)</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Alrighty, there's some possible clues for ya! We will let you all know when we find out!<br />So have at it people!<br /></div><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/eric/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" />Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-50761502850750890422009-05-19T14:49:00.000-07:002009-05-19T15:53:49.301-07:00C-Section or Vaginal?This has been on my mind lately.<br /><br />I have had 2 C-sections. I have <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> delivered vaginally. During my labor with Lucy, we all discovered, too late, that she was breech and I was rushed in for an emergency C-section. It was a horrible experience, but I'll leave that story for another day. The thing that bothered me most is that I was literally the last person to hold her. I never got that first, private, mommy-baby moment. With Evey, I opted for a C-section because her delivery was almost exactly a year after my previous C-section and I felt that the risks were too great. That C-section was overall a good experience but it still lacked that closeness that I long for directly after delivery. I got to see her all of 30 seconds before they took her away with dad, sewed me back up and wheeled me to a recovery room for over an hour.<br /><br />Now, nearly 3 years after having Evey, I feel very torn on the subject. Having never delivered vaginally, I feel as if I have really missed out on something. I know that it is irrational, but a part of me feels as if I have failed in some way. I crave that moment where they place the baby on your chest right after delivery, and it breaks my heart to know that I may never get to experience that. The risks are lower than they were with Evey, but I know that if I opt to deliver vaginally, there are risks nonetheless. My OB said that a vaginal birth after 2 C-sections is not an option. But I know other OB's <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> let me try with close monitoring. A huge part of me wants to do it. From what I have read, there is no reason why I shouldn't be able to deliver vaginally. All the odds are in my favor considering my previous C-sections were not due to any serious conditions on mine or the baby's part. Even if it turns out that I have to go in for a C-section anyway, at least I will have tried, <span style="font-style: italic;">right</span>?<br /><br />I wish I knew exactly what the outcome would be. It has been on my mind for awhile. I want this baby to be happy and healthy. I want to experience at least once that precious moment.<br />I know that it's selfish. Chances are that I'll opt for a C-section again despite these feelings. But I would love to get your opinions on the subject. ( I imagine that they will all be very different depending on how you delivered)<br />It's a very difficult decision for me. One that I am taking into prayerful consideration.Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-86383601853631341712009-05-14T15:42:00.000-07:002009-05-14T17:15:28.639-07:00Dumpster Diving... not for the faint of heart<div style="text-align: center;">This is how I spent my evening yesterday!<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Why?</span> you may ask...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6O3SIvZqh21Or8mAWyJehtzIaxyOpgrdSKGiiONMYd8D0uXeJ0iZ3qbyXkfVmeDPSpTS_nloXguf4iBmsFkZwK_MMT_eSPA68LFsu5nPmZKQ5y-YKYV9JchWz8fEieXCuOtH3cJQiSI/s1600-h/100_1534.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6O3SIvZqh21Or8mAWyJehtzIaxyOpgrdSKGiiONMYd8D0uXeJ0iZ3qbyXkfVmeDPSpTS_nloXguf4iBmsFkZwK_MMT_eSPA68LFsu5nPmZKQ5y-YKYV9JchWz8fEieXCuOtH3cJQiSI/s320/100_1534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335814134773978194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">THIS</span> is why!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWoki3J5Wjp1nuFTP-8ibKcFSVsJyXn1vDxJ5ih30wsMT7QvvYFUi5caL_ozt1yfG2T6V5j4EcnUzx208Un3qcQvnVD22zan0zD3flIHWNiU3q2c5HTUgEhF8t9zJk8FtgmG7AT9vkLo/s1600-h/03590044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWoki3J5Wjp1nuFTP-8ibKcFSVsJyXn1vDxJ5ih30wsMT7QvvYFUi5caL_ozt1yfG2T6V5j4EcnUzx208Un3qcQvnVD22zan0zD3flIHWNiU3q2c5HTUgEhF8t9zJk8FtgmG7AT9vkLo/s320/03590044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335815187399898114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Wedding Ring</span>...<br />I was leaving the apartment at about 9 last night to throw out the trash and then go to our old apartment to do some last minute cleaning. As I was throwing the trash into the dumpster, one of the bags caught on to my wedding ring and before I knew it, my ring and the trash were flying into the dumpster. To my despair, I heard a thump and then <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ching</span> </span>as my ring landed somewhere inside. My immediate reaction was "What the heck?!!!! Aren't my fingers supposed to get <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">bigger</span> when I'm pregnant?" And then the choice lay before me. Do I climb in 3 months pregnant with a super sensitive nose or walk away? Well any of you who know me, know that walking away is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">NOT</span> an option! I went inside to get a flashlight and tell Eric, who offered to do it for me, but I told him no. I lost it, I would find it. Besides dumpster diving is really more up my alley than his. I'm pretty sure he would have hopped right in but later he would decide to sweetly surprise me with an upgrade sometime in the next week or so. But the reality is, I didn't want an upgrade. There is something so sentimental about the lovely, simple wedding ring he gave me. He said, "It isn't much, but it's what I have to give. I love you Katie, and want to be with you forever!" <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">That</span> is why I couldn't let go of the ring. It's not about the money, it's not about an upgrade. It's <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">those</span> words connected with <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">that</span> ring. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">needed</span> to find it!<br />I spent a good half an hour in that dumpster. Throwing bags I've already looked at in the other dumpster. It was pretty disgusting. Potent, slimey, indescribable things kept pouring out of bags and I couldn't help thinking how disgusting human beings are (as if I'm not one of them). Eric's mom came over to stayed with the sleeping girls, so Eric could come help. We Looked around for what seemed like forever and just when almost all hope was gone, I lifted one last bag at the very bottom corner and there it was. I didn't even see it at first. It wasn't shiny because it was covered in some kind of gunk. But there it was....<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">My ring!<br /></span>I picked it up, wiped it off on my shirt and shouted,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"WOOOOHOOO!!!"</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVkbSslUh9oOKn2oZC0hgwHTw41xdZIGged2aiwckZcmyeCj79caOf0MCMYswijqxtedW4SGDuZ9Rl71h6UiWPkUYSWAxH0bclkgRQ9KHGJUnBBSz67yNEN6J2mEy2aGSg66CMOti9A8/s1600-h/100_1533.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjVkbSslUh9oOKn2oZC0hgwHTw41xdZIGged2aiwckZcmyeCj79caOf0MCMYswijqxtedW4SGDuZ9Rl71h6UiWPkUYSWAxH0bclkgRQ9KHGJUnBBSz67yNEN6J2mEy2aGSg66CMOti9A8/s320/100_1533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335814134739322994" border="0" /></a>(and then made Eric run in and get the camera)<br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-28177293232649747602009-04-21T15:04:00.000-07:002009-04-22T09:26:24.683-07:00Scare...As some of you may know, we had quite a scare last Monday (the 12th). Everything seemed to be going fine with the pregnancy, so you can imagine my horror when I began bleeding, not spotting...Bleeding! I have had miscarriages in the past, so I was positive that this was exactly that. My brother was visiting at the time, and I didn't want to upset him so I did my best to stay in control, not to cry, or even think at all. I discretely picked up the phone, walked out on the balcony and called my doctor. He said that I would need to go to the ER. I knew form experience that this is what he would say, but at the moment it was the last place I wanted to go. When Eric came home, he of course could tell that I was upset, no matter how much I tried to hide it. So I pulled him aside and told him. I could tell that he was shocked and then very sad. But since I had been holding it in for a few hours, I told him that I needed some time to myself to get in a good cry, before I make the necessary calls, to my doctor again and then to my mom. I sat in the closet for a good 10 minutes and just let it all out. Everything, my whole world just seemed to crash down on me all at once. Not only was I dealing with the loss of a baby that I was very much looking forward to having....again....<span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> the fact that I had practically just announced my pregnancy to the whole world a week before, but it also meant that all our plans for a baby at all, would go out the window. We would have to turn down the 3 bedroom apartment that was about to get approved. Plus, the bill from the ER trip would take away any chance of buying a decent van. I started to question whether this was what the Lord really wanted. Was I mistaken? I had felt so sure that He had told me that was time for another one. Why then, would he do this? While I cried, Eric explained to Tim what was going on, and about an hour later my parents arrived. My dad took Tim home, while my mom stayed to watch the girls as Eric and I went to the ER.<br /><br />When we finally got in the car, Eric and I were able to talk freely and mourn together. By the time we got to the hospital, we were ready to hear the bad news and take on all the came with it. As we sat in the waiting room, we did our best to keep ourselves occupied. I brought a cooking magazine, and Eric watched "Oceans 12," which was playing on the TV. I couldn't help but notice all the people who were less fortunate than me. Many of the people looked like they should be seen well before me. They were injured or looked very ill. There was baby who looked like she had a very high fever, and though I was still very sad, I found myself suddenly grateful that I wasn't there for anything more urgent. Chances were that I would be fine and this would all pass naturally. <br /><br />Finally, my name was called and a nurse took my blood pressure, all the while, talking about how <span style="font-style: italic;">she's</span> pregnant with <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span> first baby and how scary it is for <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span> to see women <span style="font-style: italic;">like me</span> who are bleeding. I could see that she was just trying to make conversation, but talking about <span style="font-style: italic;">her</span> baby wasn't exactly the best thing for me to hear at the moment, while I was in the process of losing my own. But I cut her a break and listened, because I knew she wasn't trying to hurt me. I figured that I'd leave it up to some other lady to let her know what would be considered appropriate talk with a women having a miscarriage. I've put enough nurses in their place for the time being. Then they took my blood, put me in a wheelchair and rolled me down to the ultrasound room. To my dismay, they wouldn't let poor Eric into the room with me. Instead he had to wait for me in yet another waiting room wondering what was going on.<br /><br />The ultrasound technician was a lot more pleasant. She asked me about my other kids, their names ages, etc. (A much easier thing for me to talk about) while she squirted goo on my tummy. She sat silent looking at the monitor, taking measurements and such. After a few minutes she turned the monitor and showed me the baby. Then started checking my uterus and ovaries. As she was doing so she said nonchalantly,<br />"Form the baby's measurements, it looks like you are 9 1/2 weeks along."<br />"You mean 'were'. " I corrected.<br />She then looked at me strait in the eyes and said " No Katie, I mean <span style="font-style: italic;">'are'. </span>Look again... There's the heartbeat!<span style="font-style: italic;">"<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span>I Couldn't believe my eyes. Right there was <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> little baby... alive! It's little heartbeat as strong as anything. Then she pointed at it again and told me to watch closely. It then, began kicking and moving it's arms! Tears welled up in my eyes! It was like he/she was moving just for me, to prove that he/she is just fine!<br />" Why am I bleeding then?" I asked. She said that she couldn't be sure, but she thinks it's because my placenta is really close to the cervix. She said that as my pregnancy progresses that it will move up. She then, wiped me all up and told me that I'm fine and free. A nurse wheeled me to the waiting room and as I waited for Eric to get back (who was in a different waiting room) I wondered how on earth I was going to tell him such happy news. Nothing I could say, could possibly covey the joy I was feeling. When Eric arrived, he was obviously concerned. We sat in silence for a few moments as he put his arm around me and tears rolled down my face again. Then, I simply whispered into his ear, "It's alive!" He turned to look at me in disbelief. As I grinned at him, I could see his eyes welling up with tears, just like mine. (He does so much better than I do when keeping his emotions in check.) He asked "What about you?"<br />"I'm fine. Nothing wrong at all." Then we sat there quietly, crying (on my part), glancing at each other and grinning. We were called in by a doctor a short time later, where he confirmed that everything is fine and that there is only a 5% chance of miscarriage at this point. He then instructed me to "take it easy." He gave me list of things not to do and said it's like bed rest, except I don't have to stay in bed, and I can go out, just as long as I don't do anything that would be strenuous at all. He then laughed and congratulated us both and told us we could leave!<br /><br />I called our medical office later that week and they said that the ER visit would be covered.<br /><br />Soooo, everything is fine, everything is back on track, and aside from being really really bored, I am a very happy camper, and super thankful to the Lord. Baby #3 is still on her/his way!!!!Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-81597594719295140502009-04-07T15:03:00.000-07:002009-04-07T15:07:04.381-07:00My New Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWf73owXxf9Ij8sNCtz_qrkzTP2SRBz32c780WrKZgqITenZYrSNleeU9QGtWizu4MarHYafqyAoV9hNv4OKVNDUlbDA-SRbF7MuJiampiWp8zcWEcyWPOTETCYjnRqVmvAVkEPJTjuUo/s1600-h/altoidtangerine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWf73owXxf9Ij8sNCtz_qrkzTP2SRBz32c780WrKZgqITenZYrSNleeU9QGtWizu4MarHYafqyAoV9hNv4OKVNDUlbDA-SRbF7MuJiampiWp8zcWEcyWPOTETCYjnRqVmvAVkEPJTjuUo/s320/altoidtangerine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322073790627673026" border="0" /></a>I cannot express how much I LOVE these right now. This coupled with a huge glass of water settles my stomach and cravings like no other!Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-85303565905222507052009-04-07T14:22:00.000-07:002009-04-07T15:33:58.858-07:00Nesting<div style="text-align: center;">Ok... so a lot of you have already guessed it, and frankly I SUCK at keeping secrets. So lets put 2 and 2 together shall we? Yelling at nurses... Cravings.... Fatigue.... Moving into a 3 bedroom, Saving for a van.... that's right people.... Harding baby # 3 is on his/her way!!!! Yay!!! We are crossing our fingers for a boy this time, but thrilled if we have a girl too. Normally I would wait longer to tell people since I have had 2 miscarriages in the past, but I am feeling very very pregnant. I am famished ALL the time, uncharacteristically irritable, and dog tired. All these signs say to me "baby is doing fine even if mommy is not." Plus, Easter time... it just seems right to say something. Am I right? So if you by chance, see me sprinting from the Nursery room down the hall, you now know that it's because the Altoids didn't work and I need to eat or I'm going to puke!<br /><br /><br /><br />Since we are moving within a week or so, I really haven't gotten to do much nesting. Just packing which really ISN'T satisfying at all. I can't wait til we move and I get to decorate baby' room! But til then I guess this will do!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipd5KpsS6tbxgy4dNL1U4Y8nVHU21zy2EbnxTqMQELq3GV4jRm9qZDbxt_BFl12cz22nylsg5PFIpgssVqbv-vvZyeNCuVcwJbmGCCDa0Z8H0UZ1hsHkF90vPOnlRKFXsaHX-mj4FxYWw/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipd5KpsS6tbxgy4dNL1U4Y8nVHU21zy2EbnxTqMQELq3GV4jRm9qZDbxt_BFl12cz22nylsg5PFIpgssVqbv-vvZyeNCuVcwJbmGCCDa0Z8H0UZ1hsHkF90vPOnlRKFXsaHX-mj4FxYWw/s320/eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322071184884558706" border="0" /></a>Evey's nest on the left, mine in the middle, and Lucy's on the right! Aren't they adorable!? We had a blast making them with my mom during conference!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuisJo4l0kkV9vbUSE0JhtwbzD2fcdx6cf0ap9sEG6cuEC1lpI2pPYqLKNFQ1Z1W9ClSqhw-tYgVtVZVy3CwvqEA_KGCGODm_f0UPnGCN3LdnhC5RdvFFaJtC9cUMs9CpnU7hvJwYikxs/s1600-h/angled+eggs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuisJo4l0kkV9vbUSE0JhtwbzD2fcdx6cf0ap9sEG6cuEC1lpI2pPYqLKNFQ1Z1W9ClSqhw-tYgVtVZVy3CwvqEA_KGCGODm_f0UPnGCN3LdnhC5RdvFFaJtC9cUMs9CpnU7hvJwYikxs/s320/angled+eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322071191724940850" border="0" /></a>Happy Easter Weekend Everyone!<br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-32691927429372892262009-02-26T15:18:00.000-08:002009-02-26T15:22:53.537-08:00New BlogI started a new blog called "Cooking with Kate"!!!! I wanted a place to share some of my favorite recipes and experiments in the kitchen! So if you like to cook, come check it out!!!<br />http://cookinwithkate.blogspot.com/Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-46197908814063817032009-02-25T15:33:00.000-08:002009-02-25T16:00:07.310-08:00Trend Setters<div style="text-align: center;">I have recently come to the conclusion that my children are going to be trend setters. Why? Because lately, they have been insisting on picking their own outfits...and this is the result:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheykhs7R07CsBKSsu9UD_6HCOdCUrSKviOn7N3VLWt_JerYm6iHLXeOZf8gRW9ueoLUCbZiVkqutJZhZ5lniyu5caZIoGIoMhXReiPKP_DwnirKr7DSCddoSSa9uhDC80opZcVOluHxmU/s1600-h/evey+hi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheykhs7R07CsBKSsu9UD_6HCOdCUrSKviOn7N3VLWt_JerYm6iHLXeOZf8gRW9ueoLUCbZiVkqutJZhZ5lniyu5caZIoGIoMhXReiPKP_DwnirKr7DSCddoSSa9uhDC80opZcVOluHxmU/s320/evey+hi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883409157651842" border="0" /></a>There's nothing like a a layered light up monkey shirt, paired with flashy Elmo panties worn <span style="font-style: italic;">over</span> purple stretch pants. And to accessorize, a neckalace a bracelet and a headband that is too small! LOVE IT!!!!!! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2zGL96iP_Ra_AW4hz2aIz373q8x6AqgxrJJSGN1uD1khl1HHwkoU3O-iXisUJurIjI44eTDCFPb72C5_VwHvOqBtRIJUKxVQz57Ane6jKPqxRB4N70QAIsCl5SejPGmA0Mvk4Vlit3w/s1600-h/evey+squat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2zGL96iP_Ra_AW4hz2aIz373q8x6AqgxrJJSGN1uD1khl1HHwkoU3O-iXisUJurIjI44eTDCFPb72C5_VwHvOqBtRIJUKxVQz57Ane6jKPqxRB4N70QAIsCl5SejPGmA0Mvk4Vlit3w/s320/evey+squat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306884546354624146" border="0" /></a>(posing)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_r5W2zB76ZJvQnFePuYt_Pl0cRASfehY1WsgVEpbiPPnBVLDBDu2EdGf1TOwRrZqvK8TyQhd_ScvUC-s6iv8CIQ95s6wd0s2j-uA77MAHB3mMruD9TU0KHnhCmVTP6rVn50x2ZjNUIA/s1600-h/evey+sad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_r5W2zB76ZJvQnFePuYt_Pl0cRASfehY1WsgVEpbiPPnBVLDBDu2EdGf1TOwRrZqvK8TyQhd_ScvUC-s6iv8CIQ95s6wd0s2j-uA77MAHB3mMruD9TU0KHnhCmVTP6rVn50x2ZjNUIA/s320/evey+sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883411361181010" border="0" /></a>Getting ready for church? Yes indeedy!!!!A black hat with red flowers on it! PLUS as much jewelry as she could get her hands on!! (she is mad at me because she wanted to hold the camera)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVLURcy36b2lLVl_mtbinoVnJCbEAgfeZGruaJD0NfchWDlR-DrmnW1OD742jfba4JbL-oRV2W4sVTB1dWbZ02sIejHwwb1lsV_PP84AQgO9wIHF2Zmemcj4CL02t67opOKcCqG-RDv0/s1600-h/lucy+dress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHVLURcy36b2lLVl_mtbinoVnJCbEAgfeZGruaJD0NfchWDlR-DrmnW1OD742jfba4JbL-oRV2W4sVTB1dWbZ02sIejHwwb1lsV_PP84AQgO9wIHF2Zmemcj4CL02t67opOKcCqG-RDv0/s320/lucy+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883411608513522" border="0" /></a>Same outfit with the substitute of a witches hat!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2aoLegSgK2sAbk4d7ExGDMiPqqIag1384ungaG1ZK9aaiiV8xT4d8Xr2yv4CNSpp_GadFdsx3TyLKDESIhWQE52Uc8hU3ZC0ULp6zh54FEC5KgwOYbJm4q2mwNZVu-njryRBzHOlqr8/s1600-h/lucy+hat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2aoLegSgK2sAbk4d7ExGDMiPqqIag1384ungaG1ZK9aaiiV8xT4d8Xr2yv4CNSpp_GadFdsx3TyLKDESIhWQE52Uc8hU3ZC0ULp6zh54FEC5KgwOYbJm4q2mwNZVu-njryRBzHOlqr8/s320/lucy+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883415357147698" border="0" /></a>We went into the girls room one morning and found Lucy with a cloth bag on her head. She reminds me of a Smirf! Like I said... Trend setters....<br /><br /><br />Of course, it may just run in the family....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6LCRRt12MiJR9PbtpMAUeI27S3CP3EsMLLtgJMVlniCDM_P-m2meHEGD84DvX9qUplj0rBh3wkreb_IgSH71vSwX9IjjXlATIhiL3Dej1-2JQhOTg_YnhE6KtyjMHueXjja9YbWqcau0/s1600-h/crazy+aunty+em.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6LCRRt12MiJR9PbtpMAUeI27S3CP3EsMLLtgJMVlniCDM_P-m2meHEGD84DvX9qUplj0rBh3wkreb_IgSH71vSwX9IjjXlATIhiL3Dej1-2JQhOTg_YnhE6KtyjMHueXjja9YbWqcau0/s320/crazy+aunty+em.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883722381444866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79jjtKoE-JA6bSr2FfNxlkVsjUO1pOTne-ow-PXuzRaLM2QmLO62lt55Ah0uusI7kuEEckzFrJe8FT76u5KSABt9q9AfHwPld9i664PxQec77knmVIoyDEpHr5vj5YXPjYlVLFEkRnak/s1600-h/psycho+mom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79jjtKoE-JA6bSr2FfNxlkVsjUO1pOTne-ow-PXuzRaLM2QmLO62lt55Ah0uusI7kuEEckzFrJe8FT76u5KSABt9q9AfHwPld9i664PxQec77knmVIoyDEpHr5vj5YXPjYlVLFEkRnak/s320/psycho+mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306883717738592962" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-23814330314433298602009-02-04T15:34:00.000-08:002009-02-19T17:16:55.212-08:00TANTRUMS!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVqMmodybmi6evEoD6GzXVzrp75d_HcD5v-X2MwnfJD3Z_NmQoK-hDR4LkGxBXRSn9cnjbbpOOgLEK2Yp6RHDeB3h-Vj8ihwneXaNrgXK5QkC-S4qvrVr-aMyBK1dO9quLjXVAY1Hnt4/s1600-h/n506402168_116098_1790.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOVqMmodybmi6evEoD6GzXVzrp75d_HcD5v-X2MwnfJD3Z_NmQoK-hDR4LkGxBXRSn9cnjbbpOOgLEK2Yp6RHDeB3h-Vj8ihwneXaNrgXK5QkC-S4qvrVr-aMyBK1dO9quLjXVAY1Hnt4/s320/n506402168_116098_1790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299120206740702146" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I am sitting here eating a well deserved bowl of ice cream, feeling very annoyed with a bunch of strangers who happen to shop at Wal-Mart. (Is it just me, or do the meaniest people in the world shop there?)<br /><br />My oldest, Lucy (3), for the most part is a well mannered, sweet little girl! She is usually very happy. But when she wants to be, she is also VERY stubborn. I love her <span style="font-style: italic;">dearly,</span> but sometimes (especially lately) I feel like everything has been a battle, even if it's something she actually wants to do!!!!!<br /><br />Today has been one of those days. She has had 4 meltdowns today and it's only 3:30!!!....Sigh.<br /><br />I think I do pretty well during her tantrums. I never let her see that it upsets me. If we are at home I give her a warning and if the behavior continues then I put her in the "naughty chair." When she stops, I get down to her level and explain why she was put there and have her apologize to me and anyone else it affected. If she throws things they go in "time out" too (which is located on the top shelf of the closet) for a full 24 hours.<br />If we are in public I take her to a place where no one is ans wait it out either holding her or I have her sit in a chair/bench/cart. And then do the same thing. Tell her why and have her say "Sorry".<br /><br />(Eric and I decided that we will NEVER spank our kids. I'm not judging anyone who does, after all my mom spanked me. However, we both feel that it is too easy to lose control and spank out of anger. We feel that spanking may stop the behavior temporarily but in the long run is ineffective)<br /><br />Sooooo.....<br />Today, in Wal-Mart Lucy had a HUGE meltdown. She wanted to walk and I told her that she needed to get in the cart. I gave her a choice between the basket or the seat, but she wouldn't have it! It was "Walk" or "Whine"!!!! So I told her, "I'm sorry that it makes you angry, but now is a time when mommy needs you to sit in the cart" and I picked her up and put her in! We walked for about 30 seconds as she took it all in and then BOOOOM!!!!! She started kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs. Grabbing my shirt, hair, face, anything that she was in arms reach of!!! Well, all you moms of toddlers knows how that goes. I quickly picked up my pace making sure that I didn't make eye contact with anyone, as she wailed past the aisles. As I passed I heard gasps like " Sheesh", "Wow" and "Oh my Gosh!!!!" But I just focused on not turning red, and not reacting while I searched for a less populated area. As I was speed-walking, I heard one lady actually say, "Would someone shut that BRAT up?!!!" I did make eye contact with that women and glarred at her for a moment. But I wanted so badly say something like "What would you suggest?? A sock???" It hurt me so much that anyone would say something like that about <span style="font-style: italic;">my precious little girl</span>. She's only 3 for heavens sake!!! Another old lady kept saying "Hey You, Hey You, BE QUIET!!!" My friend Joanna, who was with me, actually turned around and shushed her. Then the lady mumbled something that I didn't hear, but after a moment I heard Joanna say "Mind your own business!!!" I was soo mortified and thankful at the same time that my friend would stand up for me in that way. (Thanks Jo! It really did help me feel better!) Anyway, I finally found a place that had no one around and waited it out. Breathing heavily, but doing my very best to look calm. The whole ordeal was about 5 mins. But it was the longest 5 minites that I've felt in a long time. During those 5 min I had to keep my mind completely blank, which was sooo hard, because I knew if I thought about the things those people said I would start to cry. It was soo difficult to fight back the tears. It was soo hard to keep Lucy from seeing how much it affected me! Sometimes being a mom is soo hard!!!! It would have been so easy for me to lose my temper and chew out all those people who truly deserved it. It would have been so easy for me to give in and let Lucy walk after I had told her "No." All the screaming and kicking, staring, and rude comments would have stopped had I just givin Lucy what she wanted. But no, deep down I knew that it wasn't right. So I kept walking letting those painful comments pierce me like arrows. One by one for the sake of raising my daughter correctly!<br /><br />Anyway, I just needed to get that off my chest. It totally brought me back to the days when Lucy had colic. There was nothing I could do but endure through it, as insensitive people glarred at me and made comments. There was hardly a shopping trip that went by that I didn't come home with tears rolling down my cheeks.<br /><br />Any comments or suggestions??? I could definitly use a helping hand or some encoruagement right now.Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-82925994750244803282009-02-02T22:04:00.000-08:002009-02-02T22:57:30.526-08:00Wishing My Two Toddler's a Very Happy Birthday!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Oh passing years, will you never cease???!!!!</span><br /><br />It's that dreaded time of year!!!! My kids are a year older! And I'm coming to the realization that we no longer have a baby in our home.<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"></span><br /><br />It's so weird to think that Lucy is 3. <span style="font-style: italic;">This</span> happened 3 years ago!!!! Screaming her little heart out for that first 6 months of her life!<br />(Feb 1st, 2006)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIRUj5jkqdYr5Vneoc3H3n2h5yOKygMGYXDgj_McUvIey0fU6b5uFOd4DYAD9M2ELfF8VDlF0Dj2LIob7BhBNTjwllGFdfU6bTvOxHUudCSs5R4Fq8W1dAuOlN6drr94YJSwt4VQuHEY/s1600-h/P2010072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIRUj5jkqdYr5Vneoc3H3n2h5yOKygMGYXDgj_McUvIey0fU6b5uFOd4DYAD9M2ELfF8VDlF0Dj2LIob7BhBNTjwllGFdfU6bTvOxHUudCSs5R4Fq8W1dAuOlN6drr94YJSwt4VQuHEY/s320/P2010072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298449550517679874" border="0" /></a>And now look at her!!! Gorgeous Big eyes, and dark golden curls to her shoulders!!! Too cute for her own good, I think! And <span style="font-style: italic;">well</span> worth all that screaming.....<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">But</span> no longer my baby!!!! What can a mother do on a day like this, but to go through baby pictures and well up as she thinks how within a year she won't even be a toddler anymore!!!! :( Oh the bittersweet mommy moments!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeBndHdMU8TKGMLlM5GEZhpW96kY-XdjNNcCX8idFjztGvYK4_pXh7Fpq44LGwBjlnUaTGVT2nSelEfS43tRho4SqozgjX406C6cokR2rc_LfC_vE95gq32DqAmUb912ZDFP_Tc-ZH3g/s1600-h/lucy+now.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeBndHdMU8TKGMLlM5GEZhpW96kY-XdjNNcCX8idFjztGvYK4_pXh7Fpq44LGwBjlnUaTGVT2nSelEfS43tRho4SqozgjX406C6cokR2rc_LfC_vE95gq32DqAmUb912ZDFP_Tc-ZH3g/s320/lucy+now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298449561242685218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And Evey too!!!! Growing too fast for comfort! Today she is 2, which makes her <span style="font-style: italic;">Officially</span> a toddler! I cringe to think that we could have lost her that very first hour of life. I owe that nurse everything I have.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Feb. 2nd, 2007)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJoWV4VC-Mr2wFYb2y_7y1CBnOKtaMrGZNEPeQmbxoJjdVnMd33khoqSPPWfaYfobAxpbLyYaynBCWDrsAZAA4TLTsuawjsXof9mfko8RliQHBfLIvsipDj9xquZtm4dYCHTflgdKkH0M/s1600-h/baby+evey.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJoWV4VC-Mr2wFYb2y_7y1CBnOKtaMrGZNEPeQmbxoJjdVnMd33khoqSPPWfaYfobAxpbLyYaynBCWDrsAZAA4TLTsuawjsXof9mfko8RliQHBfLIvsipDj9xquZtm4dYCHTflgdKkH0M/s320/baby+evey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298449558051510018" border="0" /></a>Every morning Evey looks ever so slightly different! She's losing her baby chub, getting taller and leaner. Her hair is finally coming in too. It nearly breaks my heart and yet at the same time, I'm sooo excited to see how she'll look as she changes throughout this coming year!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirssmcZU067_UGZIV_r8v4vgSVNtm8MtlzNpog_8Ty0XLZau3MHajXEurPB7xWaNk32BlKPoNhyKaKaZ0GIhmtPYd5j0cM0BVqudu-SL079W4aDTWat9xp6zgu7CgSQykZ-156EDBq0aw/s1600-h/evey+now.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirssmcZU067_UGZIV_r8v4vgSVNtm8MtlzNpog_8Ty0XLZau3MHajXEurPB7xWaNk32BlKPoNhyKaKaZ0GIhmtPYd5j0cM0BVqudu-SL079W4aDTWat9xp6zgu7CgSQykZ-156EDBq0aw/s320/evey+now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298449561938966338" border="0" /></a><br />I'm so grateful to my Father in Heaven for trusting me to be the mother of these <span style="font-style: italic;">Amazing</span> little girls! They are my life, and I wouldn't have it any other way!!!!!<br /><br />Oh, being a mother is sooo bittersweet!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Happy Birthday my Little Ones! Mommy loves you sooo much!!!!!!</span><br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-42543056520642596112009-02-02T21:22:00.001-08:002009-02-02T22:02:44.957-08:00Monster Jam!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">I've been meaning to this blog for a LONG time!!!!!!!! So FINALLY here it is!!!<br /><br />A few weeks ago some friends of ours, Sarah and Bryan, invited us to go to MONSTER JAM! Having <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> been to a Monster Truck Rally before, neither Eric or I knew what to expect!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrE52yzDgFPZGeTgn2a3BzRdJa11y16HIDolYXhLEhjmWKQOU2xEF9AZObq5Ju-vWiWQVQ92e7UCBRfbocq3PF7Xj9eeyefX0o4twt004l21vft7IcdmlHyLzwrAYNoKl1DMEHVIJ7xY/s1600-h/100_1251.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrE52yzDgFPZGeTgn2a3BzRdJa11y16HIDolYXhLEhjmWKQOU2xEF9AZObq5Ju-vWiWQVQ92e7UCBRfbocq3PF7Xj9eeyefX0o4twt004l21vft7IcdmlHyLzwrAYNoKl1DMEHVIJ7xY/s320/100_1251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437843161721298" border="0" /></a><br />It was <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">AWESOME!!!!!!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Wheels <span style="font-weight: bold;">flying</span>, Trucks <span style="font-weight: bold;">spinning, smashing, and smoking</span>!!!!!! Watching <span style="font-weight: bold;">HUGE</span> trucks get <span style="font-weight: bold;">TOTALED</span> is really so much more fun than you'd think! I just have to say that the pictures really <span style="font-weight: bold;">DON'T</span> do it justice! I have never seen anything like it!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeZJosKW2Xnx9yXNxZEC8cMX5y433fzRKGpmSNRTyxfFWlTrmkQVhrjn5xShzhgGjEIhRMBFah4_7Ebrphr-pdHlBPRMcylcqwjXw3qoIenqNjcAtQRXukpZ5DAd19VTX072Fk3gyjBo/s1600-h/100_1259.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeZJosKW2Xnx9yXNxZEC8cMX5y433fzRKGpmSNRTyxfFWlTrmkQVhrjn5xShzhgGjEIhRMBFah4_7Ebrphr-pdHlBPRMcylcqwjXw3qoIenqNjcAtQRXukpZ5DAd19VTX072Fk3gyjBo/s320/100_1259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437846554403058" border="0" /></a>This guy was my favorite!!! <span style="font-weight: bold;">El Torro Loco</span>!!!! He was psycho!!!!! He did sooo many jumps!!! After one jump he flipped and one of his horns came off!!!! SOOOO COOOL!!!!!! I don't know how they score these things, but I think he did the best!!! <span style="font-weight: bold;">EL TORRROOOO!!!!!!!!! WOOOT!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsbVX6cSrImtOuEX1Iw8IwPssmSKqb0EhIqO9gjFlozcqVFv3UStRGKpUyjzbfTpaUIwsfbbBTxtWB5Uuag2WBxtjDCkW3AAFUCl8pg8_A6fUXBKclbGAL8-FWjqIRNjkH7OKhSsZhws/s1600-h/100_1274.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsbVX6cSrImtOuEX1Iw8IwPssmSKqb0EhIqO9gjFlozcqVFv3UStRGKpUyjzbfTpaUIwsfbbBTxtWB5Uuag2WBxtjDCkW3AAFUCl8pg8_A6fUXBKclbGAL8-FWjqIRNjkH7OKhSsZhws/s320/100_1274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437853869921842" border="0" /></a>This guy was pretty crazy too! In the middle of this jump his tire flew off and he ended up flying into the blue Semi on the right!!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgYEHlRDN9YNPT79bAbHrOSksybmJGnv6UDl4u72_UW9LsziS-266_rgKWhvRIfDB_lQa5rZtpNEcdpPjJrUoleXc50uQQ0mfNfwl0yDYBgzQh78QwcZQNymwhkqDT70qD12_G8EJvfs/s1600-h/100_1279.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJgYEHlRDN9YNPT79bAbHrOSksybmJGnv6UDl4u72_UW9LsziS-266_rgKWhvRIfDB_lQa5rZtpNEcdpPjJrUoleXc50uQQ0mfNfwl0yDYBgzQh78QwcZQNymwhkqDT70qD12_G8EJvfs/s320/100_1279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437851610795426" border="0" /></a>They had to bring out a tractor to get him out!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilY9LhGX1e6wbx4HHfOaLhX-TLKQb7gW3gS6TVkjZ4Yofg6bNXNJiVJgsFrbacGHcOyIXB7ToqZDAhpZfPqK4P-vOwBYwMK-rCwA63Hj94u4tGA59fmdYv_moppVo6-2SKVQMcCoGhJgA/s1600-h/100_1285.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilY9LhGX1e6wbx4HHfOaLhX-TLKQb7gW3gS6TVkjZ4Yofg6bNXNJiVJgsFrbacGHcOyIXB7ToqZDAhpZfPqK4P-vOwBYwMK-rCwA63Hj94u4tGA59fmdYv_moppVo6-2SKVQMcCoGhJgA/s320/100_1285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438275618073010" border="0" /></a>....and then another one!!! It was pretty cool!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ5bdJrmJp91CNqYxU6Hu9GnuB-59aTyi0vFAm53yO46XPxyMYJ9Sb69hl6lXlsnxo8JvNJBNva-FvQsBlDX3cIEV4FdMQ4pvxlijrAkOhcIujKK_w6pw6WMcKVEMRXR93xykqF3crXs/s1600-h/100_1290.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ5bdJrmJp91CNqYxU6Hu9GnuB-59aTyi0vFAm53yO46XPxyMYJ9Sb69hl6lXlsnxo8JvNJBNva-FvQsBlDX3cIEV4FdMQ4pvxlijrAkOhcIujKK_w6pw6WMcKVEMRXR93xykqF3crXs/s320/100_1290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438275656548002" border="0" /></a>Ok so, I'm pretty sure this guy is supposedly the world champ... but I wasn't all that impressed! He mostly drove around doing little jumps and then <span style="font-style: italic;">finally</span> when he did a <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>big jump, he landed wrong and broke his tire off. There was smoke EVERYWHERE (which I have to admit was pretty cool). So for the remaining time he just drove around in circles. He was good, but certainly not cool enough to be a world champion, in my opinion! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_oMFqeQZCyDqUcwgzPuGKd-zbgasxBhZgEMbjodLFJo0bViJxrxYsHEbcSvp6CY_1nCy9zfyGBm0ps91ajdRsEIwRXduOK4I6CsGI5_K3tfr6BRoM-kCd6h8wkm4JSlZCW-WiN3jk78/s1600-h/100_1292.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_oMFqeQZCyDqUcwgzPuGKd-zbgasxBhZgEMbjodLFJo0bViJxrxYsHEbcSvp6CY_1nCy9zfyGBm0ps91ajdRsEIwRXduOK4I6CsGI5_K3tfr6BRoM-kCd6h8wkm4JSlZCW-WiN3jk78/s320/100_1292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438280525326482" border="0" /></a>Thanks <span style="font-weight: bold;">SOOO</span> much for inviting us, Bryan and Sarah!!!! You guys are soo cute!!!!! We had such a great time!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFQ5W03WUpNiiOTTq8EAIDUkv6B7v4twocF7e_fQKoXBELdshF3x_pKf4Az2WK4ArcDnaujp3nxKpA1CpQwoz9NgbYryI5uO5-d9AXMPTBWIIkN4HFXisSX8GJYgLttkK5sf2Zgugzhw/s1600-h/100_1296.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFQ5W03WUpNiiOTTq8EAIDUkv6B7v4twocF7e_fQKoXBELdshF3x_pKf4Az2WK4ArcDnaujp3nxKpA1CpQwoz9NgbYryI5uO5-d9AXMPTBWIIkN4HFXisSX8GJYgLttkK5sf2Zgugzhw/s320/100_1296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298438280739626050" border="0" /></a>Kiss, Kiss!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuOrz6_5Y7sCEKH4UWFGyb1HNbpt7e_iivAm7AJcPmnK_zaWOog8MHkIMhd3pz_m5burj6URO4Loa-K5bvJR_-IpXV7hyaKqZD1jiexU3hyUK3B1ORciUkW25pLJvuxkCWohZeeogG4M/s1600-h/100_1245.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuOrz6_5Y7sCEKH4UWFGyb1HNbpt7e_iivAm7AJcPmnK_zaWOog8MHkIMhd3pz_m5burj6URO4Loa-K5bvJR_-IpXV7hyaKqZD1jiexU3hyUK3B1ORciUkW25pLJvuxkCWohZeeogG4M/s320/100_1245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437845075050722" border="0" /></a>We definitely are going to go again!!!! (Eric, you're such a dork, love ya!!!! )<br /><br /><br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-85433277948290491382009-01-20T16:17:00.001-08:002010-11-20T10:12:59.968-08:00Happy 28th Birthday Honey<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Today is </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eric's 28th Birthday</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. SO.... in honor of my hubby's </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">BIG DAY</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> here are</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span>"28 Reasons Why I Can't Live Without My Honey!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(FUN FACT: I met Eric 5 years ago on his birthday!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He's </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">HOT!!!</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span>(I just had to get that one out right up front)</span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyvs4bA7Fz9-FXXjTpSmKhcsc7BUqXJzc52_quT0FUwUIZFCQdaqvI0RRSvGIDL1WqltlR6pgwSAjMAH-MdLNQD0bfkADao1zsSr0EdgtwuGfRyCm0nJ61tAjO9mnx21JZpKK7cJAigU/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyvs4bA7Fz9-FXXjTpSmKhcsc7BUqXJzc52_quT0FUwUIZFCQdaqvI0RRSvGIDL1WqltlR6pgwSAjMAH-MdLNQD0bfkADao1zsSr0EdgtwuGfRyCm0nJ61tAjO9mnx21JZpKK7cJAigU/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293901213333171554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">"blue steel!!!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He is adorable when He sleeps!</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAoYL8SCrJaIcK4mU8N6NRLE43dFtfBOScFHU3Wk3ZzXV0DOjpM7xSJjR0rXHSFfMN-wv27E_JNgcJ2E2qJFbwOmXLHX77PSYKwXdKVGEwTpAdYcNpYhTzFvVhBMqROfUnji4s0N9GDfs/s1600-h/sleeping+eric.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAoYL8SCrJaIcK4mU8N6NRLE43dFtfBOScFHU3Wk3ZzXV0DOjpM7xSJjR0rXHSFfMN-wv27E_JNgcJ2E2qJFbwOmXLHX77PSYKwXdKVGEwTpAdYcNpYhTzFvVhBMqROfUnji4s0N9GDfs/s320/sleeping+eric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293645160483454130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He is a complete Star Wars GEEK!!</span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUIBz5BWZhvAODsW-r3Cst9KUXNR3TtD06he_MDNixNJ1reweEZRGKTXQOH_uQAorhrd1ATeZgRHTAypZyMIAHiJtbNKIrFjr2zUi2R9INw_51M0JFbsAvx3o_Ia45Mky0UwyG5STFJo/s1600-h/100_1318.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUIBz5BWZhvAODsW-r3Cst9KUXNR3TtD06he_MDNixNJ1reweEZRGKTXQOH_uQAorhrd1ATeZgRHTAypZyMIAHiJtbNKIrFjr2zUi2R9INw_51M0JFbsAvx3o_Ia45Mky0UwyG5STFJo/s320/100_1318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293896009264994146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YES, we DO have life size cutouts of Han and Leah!!!</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzjfE0yTeRmLaksf0EO67_vsEJvlZGQp6h7Nb8tFp5YIDX2xGGr96MwgVnEwmNPfUekqwtHZISCPP616U-9m7LlWauCw6sCGJS62BLqeaB_K8s8G-HZ5O9HphY1CmrjhjTLz_plAmy60/s1600-h/100_1316.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzjfE0yTeRmLaksf0EO67_vsEJvlZGQp6h7Nb8tFp5YIDX2xGGr96MwgVnEwmNPfUekqwtHZISCPP616U-9m7LlWauCw6sCGJS62BLqeaB_K8s8G-HZ5O9HphY1CmrjhjTLz_plAmy60/s320/100_1316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293677870631748834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The large R2D2 is a Pepper Grinder which, believe it or not, we DO use!!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And of course, we've got "Darth Tater" and his faithful "Spud Trooper"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He likes to play with his sword(s)!!! (tehehe)</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ehpKEqe6BBbWfvbHhIKBMYp44m9-wWEyX3eM_NlfGhOo2M6Htzs0fKPgDYfkl9z2xqkdnBJX0TVl2xx6MtlHXidqwGH6jjfbspgxVjrifNGz_xV1Mv8ElC1kCjRBgxv9hmDfsBrbDQ/s1600-h/swords.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3ehpKEqe6BBbWfvbHhIKBMYp44m9-wWEyX3eM_NlfGhOo2M6Htzs0fKPgDYfkl9z2xqkdnBJX0TVl2xx6MtlHXidqwGH6jjfbspgxVjrifNGz_xV1Mv8ElC1kCjRBgxv9hmDfsBrbDQ/s320/swords.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293645160211129330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He plays with the girls when he gets home from work!!!</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfYRfAl_SNQeu-OM2sLIsA8ciZiwjy8o6MFRC6eRCkYA4ZqGnuH8QT0F7K-9m2yRxZhoIeHRwvGbEGuovT49EhopsL81TdoqkWD4nP1tJWsRUtdu4e47bIqahNCM2wZjHEEQWD62Xl0U/s1600-h/daddy+baby+play.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfYRfAl_SNQeu-OM2sLIsA8ciZiwjy8o6MFRC6eRCkYA4ZqGnuH8QT0F7K-9m2yRxZhoIeHRwvGbEGuovT49EhopsL81TdoqkWD4nP1tJWsRUtdu4e47bIqahNCM2wZjHEEQWD62Xl0U/s320/daddy+baby+play.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293645149558618418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">6.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He randomly brings me flowers for no reason at all (still!!! after being together for 5 years!!!!)</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZolWkgBZCkna1MlQtllGjrZAFOl40nh1geIhuFuGjIfXFwa7pWgAc4gHS_2662T0c-Wx4MnopTUcGAF3l3PhJKY4RUi8ezhScQnHT3U3JBDOluSprlpFAVg2tBeLYwvLfNyKwf3GytBI/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZolWkgBZCkna1MlQtllGjrZAFOl40nh1geIhuFuGjIfXFwa7pWgAc4gHS_2662T0c-Wx4MnopTUcGAF3l3PhJKY4RUi8ezhScQnHT3U3JBDOluSprlpFAVg2tBeLYwvLfNyKwf3GytBI/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293654966003300130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">7.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He snuggles me every night (even when I know he'd much rather sleep) , for as long as I want. NO COMPLAINTS!!!</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwT1-QR2NhmMJ7QfMgOBGCKflRBNmMa8vB1wXD4tXVhftACqGWbHpvY5rTwGYtTZtYS9oi6-1e_uK25oQwaMp-rVowX0Skhzg7Uc2o47xwt2fHmvCprUtRKo6cFbdK965st5Jgrdr8i-U/s1600-h/snuggle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwT1-QR2NhmMJ7QfMgOBGCKflRBNmMa8vB1wXD4tXVhftACqGWbHpvY5rTwGYtTZtYS9oi6-1e_uK25oQwaMp-rVowX0Skhzg7Uc2o47xwt2fHmvCprUtRKo6cFbdK965st5Jgrdr8i-U/s200/snuggle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293662347127234018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">8.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He does the dishes without being asked (and sings Beck songs while doing it)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">9.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He's a great dancer...</span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yEwjRz5ki7hq6X2Z1edy-Bxl4sEO0x04NcMhJVUKZmxMv9tyTGUS-JXUHepaVeYb_et0LcZD4Pysi31R6HfQzsLPDh99GcXYiOmCGrgRyHGzL5iQkTBylTq5o6dVNPIKPKDPSYglNEI/s1600-h/100_1311.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yEwjRz5ki7hq6X2Z1edy-Bxl4sEO0x04NcMhJVUKZmxMv9tyTGUS-JXUHepaVeYb_et0LcZD4Pysi31R6HfQzsLPDh99GcXYiOmCGrgRyHGzL5iQkTBylTq5o6dVNPIKPKDPSYglNEI/s320/100_1311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293904325422320850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">10.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">...and shares that enthusiasm with our girls</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">11.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He absorbs useless knowledge like a spongecake!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">12.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He can quote tons of lines from any movie or show he's seen, word for word. (it's the same with most songs)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">13.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> During my time of month, he gets me chocolate and red meat. (Chocolate to cheer me up and red meat to, "of course," replenish the iron count in my blood!!!! And no, I don't eat them together)</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBa0AZiVVdLy0lyo7NfV90VH5pQRRrkek7ga6yt04hMy5UHUpPQt_Mq9608rlLp1Baqp0z_4EM2gxI4mObwfUvDUrvB0luAC6ysOBBW0pHK55K_nmkB7OYfgST6UVV9pAYmx3j8X4Cec/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBa0AZiVVdLy0lyo7NfV90VH5pQRRrkek7ga6yt04hMy5UHUpPQt_Mq9608rlLp1Baqp0z_4EM2gxI4mObwfUvDUrvB0luAC6ysOBBW0pHK55K_nmkB7OYfgST6UVV9pAYmx3j8X4Cec/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293665535226834770" border="0" /></a><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig9N6VFlVKz0LIxnUFnbkX-mS6bw9dAXxHaqhIqPZchxVDOIugMj2GV8uif0-mGp_FXVrRLzqf0FLPv7RQoR89CQOpUWqS3l0Mjkk2pyTC1pOUgfCKVqS8ivS3tpH5MzgjPiahuflV06I/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig9N6VFlVKz0LIxnUFnbkX-mS6bw9dAXxHaqhIqPZchxVDOIugMj2GV8uif0-mGp_FXVrRLzqf0FLPv7RQoR89CQOpUWqS3l0Mjkk2pyTC1pOUgfCKVqS8ivS3tpH5MzgjPiahuflV06I/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293665762990334770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">14.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He loves Pizza like a little kid!!!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPbFDokw002Eu1su4MdC72nP6AvEQ2xRZUnM0eh7dyZTY_QZVYoNaLhHXu9eyqRNJou0EJpM75ih4nKkA_o4pIlkSNVE8KSnkq9maJEXsvHNcITes2VD1BF9VEEciQFfFrvnquuT3W44/s1600-h/pizza_ua%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPbFDokw002Eu1su4MdC72nP6AvEQ2xRZUnM0eh7dyZTY_QZVYoNaLhHXu9eyqRNJou0EJpM75ih4nKkA_o4pIlkSNVE8KSnkq9maJEXsvHNcITes2VD1BF9VEEciQFfFrvnquuT3W44/s200/pizza_ua%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293662348201335570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">15.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He writes me poetry! (I have a whole box full of cards like this. Each poem wonderfully unique)</span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BtS9K2aMtegUEr3wJihzvtTZb3QB0R86d6Of0zxZLYdIhSnrxUciyzJr8RPnXdy8VFC5JE85lCa9_NmfxpDMb0PoO3bhVYeyqW7fBmAtylrtC1OCMpWINovjJ973eiWDlYm8YBsLZ2Y/s1600-h/100_1313.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BtS9K2aMtegUEr3wJihzvtTZb3QB0R86d6Of0zxZLYdIhSnrxUciyzJr8RPnXdy8VFC5JE85lCa9_NmfxpDMb0PoO3bhVYeyqW7fBmAtylrtC1OCMpWINovjJ973eiWDlYm8YBsLZ2Y/s320/100_1313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293677865036138306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">16.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He's a big goofball.</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBAhCunrMjnBzaHNpZvWbhu4pfrfUGFyuqIWcVDvAZEvMo_8ujXkwHOeKJ1oMgMDDH7ZgYNoaZKAQ8gOrbDLUoUVaGa0nesi_UwHIBc3t-0yDV28LyYD5GT5R6AWGlZPHNNLvvGz5TQo/s1600-h/goofy+eric.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBAhCunrMjnBzaHNpZvWbhu4pfrfUGFyuqIWcVDvAZEvMo_8ujXkwHOeKJ1oMgMDDH7ZgYNoaZKAQ8gOrbDLUoUVaGa0nesi_UwHIBc3t-0yDV28LyYD5GT5R6AWGlZPHNNLvvGz5TQo/s320/goofy+eric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293645150298386226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">17.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He doesn't pretend to be someone he's not. He's not into brand names and doesn't need a big truck to make him feel like a "MAN." I LOVE that about him!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">18.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He looks like a vampire</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6AYILTfybLpZTGdqUTblCrkViNOFw4vM32PF01lp8HG6c_D68264CClBnTGdM337FChArsgararadOMQeRV_pc3DNfxLs9HiYzeBRCN5692cqbzHgxWih5UcRDhLhbjVamR3cTm74lM/s1600-h/vampire+eric.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6AYILTfybLpZTGdqUTblCrkViNOFw4vM32PF01lp8HG6c_D68264CClBnTGdM337FChArsgararadOMQeRV_pc3DNfxLs9HiYzeBRCN5692cqbzHgxWih5UcRDhLhbjVamR3cTm74lM/s320/vampire+eric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293649715946705922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">19.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He is a great student!!!</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicTKxuAaxggP7LGlHA7Cul9AFi7CLFG3SWnVWpszkO-wxiPloq-ycoFcOGaBlTZHdrCqh17mMSEtWczdWUrun_iPlWNiTNxJWeTdaK1lpByKJW5gYVU52fUNvwb1Arv0RnnIE7ze3wNxw/s1600-h/n506402168_640560_7094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicTKxuAaxggP7LGlHA7Cul9AFi7CLFG3SWnVWpszkO-wxiPloq-ycoFcOGaBlTZHdrCqh17mMSEtWczdWUrun_iPlWNiTNxJWeTdaK1lpByKJW5gYVU52fUNvwb1Arv0RnnIE7ze3wNxw/s320/n506402168_640560_7094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293652429885878530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">20.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> The crazy man eats salad with NO salad dressing! In fact, he LOVES veggies!!!</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixpAnZgNSQojFjXXb2_qN-X-GJJtZgxVxtjiEotMOkExbYcr4wdsjWrkn0CsRVq_3vlCiYr3MwZwZTHlxtTubE530NR5_BbpB0QhBWsdmYOKqQLhyRbAzBI8c6LVACsCiQajfRx0A6Fk/s1600-h/veggies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixpAnZgNSQojFjXXb2_qN-X-GJJtZgxVxtjiEotMOkExbYcr4wdsjWrkn0CsRVq_3vlCiYr3MwZwZTHlxtTubE530NR5_BbpB0QhBWsdmYOKqQLhyRbAzBI8c6LVACsCiQajfRx0A6Fk/s200/veggies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293664208447141842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">21.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> His pet peeves are: gulping water next to him in bed in the middle of the night. (still working on that one) He hates towels left on the floor. He hates it when I poke or tickle him with my toes! (But I like to do that to him anyway.HEHEHE!!!) Oh ya... and he hates it when pens are missing their caps!!!! (???)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">22.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He likes Hiking!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">23.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He plays board games with me, like Scrabble and Rummikub.</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWH_PPEtNqHXEYRwWDPM_S94prFmCz9a1tFADNapxRG-V3Vz2qwzW0QgZxyOC-Nya4wO1Xec0TeYGo-yAvWKmm4fVMs-xCtum7Mir4WSpnHtCGJKsSR5hA-q1wx8jeGPNZA12cGt1atcw/s1600-h/scrabble.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWH_PPEtNqHXEYRwWDPM_S94prFmCz9a1tFADNapxRG-V3Vz2qwzW0QgZxyOC-Nya4wO1Xec0TeYGo-yAvWKmm4fVMs-xCtum7Mir4WSpnHtCGJKsSR5hA-q1wx8jeGPNZA12cGt1atcw/s200/scrabble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293664948395478210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">24.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He folds the laundry and puts it away (without me asking him to)</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ClODCP8nkeZStfB_WftyJ3i_BHnMj9WCGBzJ3Tas2wJ7TwQPXS0SlyAeFAJXg3aoJC8ErltUXJN3pXUmNOYkFmvlM_AdrgfeninltA45wZx-scXbjoA10e3dzf_CncPB6CEni-c0ejY/s1600-h/170_folded_laundry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ClODCP8nkeZStfB_WftyJ3i_BHnMj9WCGBzJ3Tas2wJ7TwQPXS0SlyAeFAJXg3aoJC8ErltUXJN3pXUmNOYkFmvlM_AdrgfeninltA45wZx-scXbjoA10e3dzf_CncPB6CEni-c0ejY/s320/170_folded_laundry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293661548680750834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">25.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He gives me free reign of our bank account!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">26.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He is a worthy priesthood holder and gives me and the girls blessings whenever we need or want them.He reminds me to read the scriptures and pray regularly (what a guy!)</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2h3NWfKlj9Quxvv82LiQGoSQYDyUedxIciqSyf1jQePdObvdqXFWatcTVUkxLQTgisyMbOHnSBVPsn1RWZG4W7CECoBazryX26In8tbh-suN0N_6PN8h5PFNYThCg-k58Dv9Njnr7h4/s1600-h/openscriptures.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2h3NWfKlj9Quxvv82LiQGoSQYDyUedxIciqSyf1jQePdObvdqXFWatcTVUkxLQTgisyMbOHnSBVPsn1RWZG4W7CECoBazryX26In8tbh-suN0N_6PN8h5PFNYThCg-k58Dv9Njnr7h4/s320/openscriptures.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293669326129307810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">27.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> He tells me numerous times during the day how much he loves me!!!</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6j85MgW4VgMGcvYyR9B2vDWdH4DFA9B3LSlRyJP_FllckZ6A5-X7uoHwNhpiJWriHoq8xhSBFNpXh3rZtSFc1J1Xw0NaX0v9x0RBbIoqy4H5DLGRJeRnlFxfW-UwgTPZzjCIbGIkr1h8/s1600-h/Love-animation.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6j85MgW4VgMGcvYyR9B2vDWdH4DFA9B3LSlRyJP_FllckZ6A5-X7uoHwNhpiJWriHoq8xhSBFNpXh3rZtSFc1J1Xw0NaX0v9x0RBbIoqy4H5DLGRJeRnlFxfW-UwgTPZzjCIbGIkr1h8/s200/Love-animation.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293662340499287298" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">28. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And lastly....He's my Best Friend!!!</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDYzaf1KFv9qYV7e-B5sJeCSPC6vubczByqTsP111c0QKaHRtlZ_qyZ0IFxDqbB0MgTd0cTP7NdCsXcNUTG76UqdSz9A8j8OxWpB6ffQW9w-JHgEg2Ly_59z6OSYYzRvlyI1sSqdpdXI/s1600-h/best+friend.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDYzaf1KFv9qYV7e-B5sJeCSPC6vubczByqTsP111c0QKaHRtlZ_qyZ0IFxDqbB0MgTd0cTP7NdCsXcNUTG76UqdSz9A8j8OxWpB6ffQW9w-JHgEg2Ly_59z6OSYYzRvlyI1sSqdpdXI/s320/best+friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293654967088214370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Happy Birthday Sweety!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eric In El Salvador</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaD0MgR8dyKueehj2WyCnXNrS75g5VAOcgX02Y_o2d8W8A-_ypo6SYvN7Sipyn8QUEZjlGSYUGgZff-uIq4BvNjLN-kJYKtxckI0vMvOER2XVfIembTNTnYP9gMqsZUJkCrDd3Wo0zzyM/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaD0MgR8dyKueehj2WyCnXNrS75g5VAOcgX02Y_o2d8W8A-_ypo6SYvN7Sipyn8QUEZjlGSYUGgZff-uIq4BvNjLN-kJYKtxckI0vMvOER2XVfIembTNTnYP9gMqsZUJkCrDd3Wo0zzyM/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293901212657934914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(this picture always makes me smile)</span></span><br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-43632756353682005372009-01-08T23:50:00.000-08:002009-01-09T00:46:15.780-08:00Utah!!!!So this post is mostly gonna be pictures cuz it's almost midnight and I can't think straight anymore!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5LYWlPcncS2zC2WE5jvptfhyphenhyphen6lxk5tlaJNrzpEzyCxxCWI5N05vg5ZAGqLnqajTYu9LlElNwW8C9T9y56lcUy9ORZnrvS71RnMz32ycBhZ-SSZvsyFBVqtlGn1_Wnq8Y6rWxtORETjQ/s1600-h/n606336710_1676557_3705.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5LYWlPcncS2zC2WE5jvptfhyphenhyphen6lxk5tlaJNrzpEzyCxxCWI5N05vg5ZAGqLnqajTYu9LlElNwW8C9T9y56lcUy9ORZnrvS71RnMz32ycBhZ-SSZvsyFBVqtlGn1_Wnq8Y6rWxtORETjQ/s320/n606336710_1676557_3705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199775953811746" border="0" /></a>We were up, rarin' and excited to go at about 2ish (in the afternoon of course) the day after Christmas !<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQOoazvzBnI2AyrymSd5luSko6-q4DUNOiHjY6KYCqVBTRcCb_ClLMDVMR93MXlaU-7nA14x3VPpjgK7KQQs_9-KoMIHhXtM6915vatsK6Vzx3dsxR974p7hUMhL_FK1xDshZmBuXR_g/s1600-h/100_1094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQOoazvzBnI2AyrymSd5luSko6-q4DUNOiHjY6KYCqVBTRcCb_ClLMDVMR93MXlaU-7nA14x3VPpjgK7KQQs_9-KoMIHhXtM6915vatsK6Vzx3dsxR974p7hUMhL_FK1xDshZmBuXR_g/s320/100_1094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199474942670738" border="0" /></a>....but after a few hours that wore off!!!! I think that I was the only one who was up for the whole drive. We arrived at about 5 am (Utah time, 3 am CA time) on the 27th.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3FasO-bWzaK9W1ocxGh6ffn9OmSLk0vdnG3IykVytH2PxnVmY0p5cp7UWxnMPFH3J2FzQqmRyerEm_qF8fISjLL66GyJBcH13tliAnVc_vVUHf245-wKfxee8pxFZIDKpvR67oWvyXg/s1600-h/n606336710_1676537_2011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3FasO-bWzaK9W1ocxGh6ffn9OmSLk0vdnG3IykVytH2PxnVmY0p5cp7UWxnMPFH3J2FzQqmRyerEm_qF8fISjLL66GyJBcH13tliAnVc_vVUHf245-wKfxee8pxFZIDKpvR67oWvyXg/s320/n606336710_1676537_2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199777304686034" border="0" /></a>Eric and I decided to go to Utah for a number of reasons. One of the main reasons was to see some of my extended family on my birth dad's side. I hadn't seen my Grandma Olpin or my uncle Tyler since my wedding (4 1/2 years ago) and the rest (my Grandpa Olpin and uncle Kit) I hadn't seen since I was 13. None of them had ever met the girls before, So we were due for a visit!<br /><br />We also went so we could visit my brother Collin and his pregnant wife Karen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9m8YxEc58rB6x-Q_-qdHOn4JdCTxQfejFMya3H-9to5pk7Nza_z5ArU_eRksX9Ej1J5GNsViHQFj3LuK8cseFlgaLQ8AIZk6kshwV8mQJT__9G7JIFA3K5EzCdRqFF1Ta2qY4dTU-6Fc/s1600-h/n606336710_1676556_2995.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9m8YxEc58rB6x-Q_-qdHOn4JdCTxQfejFMya3H-9to5pk7Nza_z5ArU_eRksX9Ej1J5GNsViHQFj3LuK8cseFlgaLQ8AIZk6kshwV8mQJT__9G7JIFA3K5EzCdRqFF1Ta2qY4dTU-6Fc/s320/n606336710_1676556_2995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289212402212179522" border="0" /></a><br />And lastly, we went for the snow!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Gqtg0vmypQyMrSPr3kLqGoK3gBmKsGw6zUn7gxpfjA4kdVqEocWr7oXZIGFS5sk-COEoapK_YfXDGpYpEhrgs2PoN8xHo14MsGqvCJerD7wDY31FTGd4jW-eLul8zLigSffeN9iCI4w/s1600-h/n606336710_1676515_8211.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Gqtg0vmypQyMrSPr3kLqGoK3gBmKsGw6zUn7gxpfjA4kdVqEocWr7oXZIGFS5sk-COEoapK_YfXDGpYpEhrgs2PoN8xHo14MsGqvCJerD7wDY31FTGd4jW-eLul8zLigSffeN9iCI4w/s320/n606336710_1676515_8211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199661265623602" border="0" /></a>This was the girls first snow experience!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZ5WRPkbkfwtfDPSnidvNruueOeAlfjWNB2PdJwJX-5jdgg7tqaGCG58XuDQwiyF1nvr315d4CX1s0hcOQYp2W1nEydVVE3mek04fyfZ2Et1Ye_Clg3hpD35Fwnq8z9qGcjwOwols3iI/s1600-h/n606336710_1676516_8940.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZ5WRPkbkfwtfDPSnidvNruueOeAlfjWNB2PdJwJX-5jdgg7tqaGCG58XuDQwiyF1nvr315d4CX1s0hcOQYp2W1nEydVVE3mek04fyfZ2Et1Ye_Clg3hpD35Fwnq8z9qGcjwOwols3iI/s320/n606336710_1676516_8940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199664835776434" border="0" /></a>They liked the snow alright just as long as they were inside. They didn't like it too much when they were outside. But Lucy did like to poke at it. So all in all it was a success!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRadRP4V0Rmv769U4lc7E_eymbGTYpNtFe8RQ8iaJ0FO7pEKBMvklFGmvVKNNnx0i0Mdarza7j8684K3WTwfKly5ehK_tbBsOh2bxPkOaUZ9Lqke6_lpOPd85t0jnrVgMDzdAOpz0ri0/s1600-h/n606336710_1676475_3139.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaRadRP4V0Rmv769U4lc7E_eymbGTYpNtFe8RQ8iaJ0FO7pEKBMvklFGmvVKNNnx0i0Mdarza7j8684K3WTwfKly5ehK_tbBsOh2bxPkOaUZ9Lqke6_lpOPd85t0jnrVgMDzdAOpz0ri0/s320/n606336710_1676475_3139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289198987454776994" border="0" /></a>Eric on the other hand... Well lets just say you don't want to mess with Eric when he's got a snowball in his hand.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpF4KitkGcY4t5Sl051F50nNTKP1BrERt6WFR7fUqGVfg2Qtq67NKGSk6POniX5K0zDdZwyDWCYO9Jk6nGv4C72ZgtTJr75cD0s0h7Tcu_dy4uS2c4fiShpW7YUuAxFK-bF_mBkyMpwcI/s1600-h/n606336710_1676534_9545.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpF4KitkGcY4t5Sl051F50nNTKP1BrERt6WFR7fUqGVfg2Qtq67NKGSk6POniX5K0zDdZwyDWCYO9Jk6nGv4C72ZgtTJr75cD0s0h7Tcu_dy4uS2c4fiShpW7YUuAxFK-bF_mBkyMpwcI/s320/n606336710_1676534_9545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199670912377554" border="0" /></a>hahaha!!! I love this picture of Tim.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqg-c-KZBAsaNRaMphK16W7A9SrsO3CmXVDsgcIeIr0RxTarTv6s3ZMNKnSBh6gYd2JIExXzM2Sq6YPBucnFPBDSerxvIXCD3zLreGw25pz2MiWNfWd6OgnnW7aEQGAJB7MGC_nJQQhE/s1600-h/n606336710_1676517_9671.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqg-c-KZBAsaNRaMphK16W7A9SrsO3CmXVDsgcIeIr0RxTarTv6s3ZMNKnSBh6gYd2JIExXzM2Sq6YPBucnFPBDSerxvIXCD3zLreGw25pz2MiWNfWd6OgnnW7aEQGAJB7MGC_nJQQhE/s320/n606336710_1676517_9671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199664079074498" border="0" /></a>The only time Emily is an angel is when she is in the snow.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge08kz2Ry8l17Sf6PX60PlLAOcCi5eMydANn9GyvqU1CHUZDH9q6GlTtM2WjjVjl4IJcVZD1WnObLLnQugh5k1aW2KssneF3c6cMlMg5P3lfVBnmgFcD4qxCJ3D9nBr8WuNzN9Oy0leF8/s1600-h/n606336710_1676513_6790.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge08kz2Ry8l17Sf6PX60PlLAOcCi5eMydANn9GyvqU1CHUZDH9q6GlTtM2WjjVjl4IJcVZD1WnObLLnQugh5k1aW2KssneF3c6cMlMg5P3lfVBnmgFcD4qxCJ3D9nBr8WuNzN9Oy0leF8/s320/n606336710_1676513_6790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199661706928130" border="0" /></a>Tim made himself a friend!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5U71s-z_GxCZkrJeV8QsFMBLyXoxOUSuyrUhgWEknJoStTWl9wwVM0pHha4iS0YT2ptQniQtwqGtKommtrJxLu5cLazDPdSnKgScW-YRUWXflsXC7g8ZhyphenhyphenQZrhFGveEEHnz-nyitP4Xk/s1600-h/100_1102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5U71s-z_GxCZkrJeV8QsFMBLyXoxOUSuyrUhgWEknJoStTWl9wwVM0pHha4iS0YT2ptQniQtwqGtKommtrJxLu5cLazDPdSnKgScW-YRUWXflsXC7g8ZhyphenhyphenQZrhFGveEEHnz-nyitP4Xk/s320/100_1102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199495211238386" border="0" /></a>(I love this picture)<br /></div>Ok !!!! I couldn't believe this, BUT...... this was the first time Eric had ever gone sledding!!!! Desite the fact that he was deprived of this as a kid, I am so glad that I got to witness this first hand! He was just like a school boy!!!! I love my hubby!!!!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqic9aT1eqbnnR2JKo2fjPmFnpIw6wtBi0VjMMJKnpVhxSNd5Px-HjmQPgZDKrwYLNW4Aey7D458-2VM3iVoFSbysHASQ6x-OYgxrlWdX6beEdOgTTV5zMgUjdRegSCH9lT6qbH2Wj7o/s1600-h/100_1101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqic9aT1eqbnnR2JKo2fjPmFnpIw6wtBi0VjMMJKnpVhxSNd5Px-HjmQPgZDKrwYLNW4Aey7D458-2VM3iVoFSbysHASQ6x-OYgxrlWdX6beEdOgTTV5zMgUjdRegSCH9lT6qbH2Wj7o/s320/100_1101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199487847308642" border="0" /></a>WEEEE!!!!!!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1pNCcjGajxFEdGUnUJRpEu3IBvv8ypw1A5aykBaU_JiR7_neTRO1VOSUHtkEAVuBN9bvjVGF-IZhpq35QftChsUaBbQnbPpbFkLF1_OIxMSXHd2hkEQRm2nM_BL-5hJpOGWCH388B0c/s1600-h/100_1106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1pNCcjGajxFEdGUnUJRpEu3IBvv8ypw1A5aykBaU_JiR7_neTRO1VOSUHtkEAVuBN9bvjVGF-IZhpq35QftChsUaBbQnbPpbFkLF1_OIxMSXHd2hkEQRm2nM_BL-5hJpOGWCH388B0c/s320/100_1106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289199491596371922" border="0" /></a>Emily and I tried to go down together on one sled. But since she is a good deal smaller than me, we ended up going down most of the hill like this! But it was so fun!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2bskA7-mcpqK6va70y8t3ChdqMKLN-aeMfckSP4HDdYADCG_r2SEhMwTlAon4btnZRAFDDKbGyWgl_x8slZ3CsVGl75TInR0md84jPfWTT-O1CG_Li_oWNhghgfTTv3nJRbXRIg4qYA/s1600-h/n606336710_1676463_1443.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2bskA7-mcpqK6va70y8t3ChdqMKLN-aeMfckSP4HDdYADCG_r2SEhMwTlAon4btnZRAFDDKbGyWgl_x8slZ3CsVGl75TInR0md84jPfWTT-O1CG_Li_oWNhghgfTTv3nJRbXRIg4qYA/s320/n606336710_1676463_1443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289198983452467266" border="0" /></a>She looks like a penguin!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1VChgCCUcCaeR6TteX_fPAs2toNvRasXzUROp0PAcnE-p4wKUpvuDTspfe3fGYaSk4HO7L-buGtUy6WA8BT-iBLolj08g5hTBMMAiD9O9DK-i8UT1sEvyzxD5lgCoigNA9KxZd5OfK-k/s1600-h/n606336710_1676474_2397.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1VChgCCUcCaeR6TteX_fPAs2toNvRasXzUROp0PAcnE-p4wKUpvuDTspfe3fGYaSk4HO7L-buGtUy6WA8BT-iBLolj08g5hTBMMAiD9O9DK-i8UT1sEvyzxD5lgCoigNA9KxZd5OfK-k/s320/n606336710_1676474_2397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289198986842580994" border="0" /></a>Emily, Dad, and Tim!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEPC6AAod_9GOwXssBNXTGn1UFqENZLkEPluCt0rofrNBJtvSZbD6ziewxi8XuZMNSgT_Ze56UpOUJ6ZHdmNIapzMooa6qKnKDyRaqr8pUiEwcQADv3Y3UyBdC75O-H8Qz5SOwvdrNmvQ/s1600-h/n606336710_1676473_1793.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEPC6AAod_9GOwXssBNXTGn1UFqENZLkEPluCt0rofrNBJtvSZbD6ziewxi8XuZMNSgT_Ze56UpOUJ6ZHdmNIapzMooa6qKnKDyRaqr8pUiEwcQADv3Y3UyBdC75O-H8Qz5SOwvdrNmvQ/s320/n606336710_1676473_1793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289198981708463586" border="0" /></a>Eric and Me after sledding our little hearts out!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33n01FB_bTK6lUMDbG1u3-mZqeGST2YrqMghvxtHKyQE4eSPZUtoml5OxczVqX-2009vmpFs_HVX-Tm9Kp4VXy2BpBB3RsvLSBs5zP9CkoALZ6FrJycWgBAohNw0W4TL6yQy1Q1Ped90/s1600-h/n606336710_1676471_469.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33n01FB_bTK6lUMDbG1u3-mZqeGST2YrqMghvxtHKyQE4eSPZUtoml5OxczVqX-2009vmpFs_HVX-Tm9Kp4VXy2BpBB3RsvLSBs5zP9CkoALZ6FrJycWgBAohNw0W4TL6yQy1Q1Ped90/s320/n606336710_1676471_469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289198981907254354" border="0" /></a>Sistahs!!!!<br /></div>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-79136020187777229092009-01-08T16:21:00.000-08:002009-01-08T23:37:26.930-08:00Holidays with the Hardings!The Holidays ...Christmas especially, is a really crazy time for us! It all starts Christmas Eve morning when Eric, the girls, and I have a family gift exchange!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas Eve... Morning<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QKJNMkWLmgx0psaYJZA9ph6Pv0lmyKuw9SXrRQD2nOTCOtm5n1o5xJ15TKl7HggUKUvFB_QL9Z5-7YP27KmufnmokzlYYdjyap3mOwZO3fwOhiO_K8oGSVDRZ6OYXrE4fDPCeBItUvU/s1600-h/lucy+horse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QKJNMkWLmgx0psaYJZA9ph6Pv0lmyKuw9SXrRQD2nOTCOtm5n1o5xJ15TKl7HggUKUvFB_QL9Z5-7YP27KmufnmokzlYYdjyap3mOwZO3fwOhiO_K8oGSVDRZ6OYXrE4fDPCeBItUvU/s320/lucy+horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289082984964717394" border="0" /></a>The first thing the girls saw when they came running out of their room was this rocking horse! Evey ran over to it and said "WOW!!!!" and then climbed right on and rocked away!!! Immediately Lucy began insisting that it was her turn. The girls love it! (Thank you so much Sarah, for generously giving this to us since your boys don't use it!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqzhxpAieJ6AzU3dSKypgu7_GyyDpmvqEXsDdPMSXtzSCLKTP4WasTCLBmFDgKL-M5cqJgSKwK6BZUJLsKUzVlfiOqWMZZQD-gFuViZ7109K22JQR3LMVGMWEUGDm_7U4kxcnkBzZ2lg/s1600-h/evey+horse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqzhxpAieJ6AzU3dSKypgu7_GyyDpmvqEXsDdPMSXtzSCLKTP4WasTCLBmFDgKL-M5cqJgSKwK6BZUJLsKUzVlfiOqWMZZQD-gFuViZ7109K22JQR3LMVGMWEUGDm_7U4kxcnkBzZ2lg/s320/evey+horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289083122939005986" border="0" /></a>(I love this picture)<br />Evey likes riding it right after taking a bath. It totally reminds me of the old "Mane and Tale" Shampoo logo! Do you guys remember that???<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBU3JxkovNy9LZOUszGBP_tkzQMvCQVuR6hPrQBmwRZv0_wKXJO9tXsBi6CUCpE2WOJ7Kaql65BWtxhYsg__ao7gpMRur8UwqaC_zhIFTEyqxpDI93kQeJLHRemz0UDhMFr1i0KVd7WU/s1600-h/memory.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBU3JxkovNy9LZOUszGBP_tkzQMvCQVuR6hPrQBmwRZv0_wKXJO9tXsBi6CUCpE2WOJ7Kaql65BWtxhYsg__ao7gpMRur8UwqaC_zhIFTEyqxpDI93kQeJLHRemz0UDhMFr1i0KVd7WU/s320/memory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289083293208454146" border="0" /></a>We gave Lucy a Dora memory game thinking that she'd be all excited about having a bunch of Dora cards.... I don't know what she was expecting, but she looked rather disappointed! (She likes it now that I taught her how to play)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4ctgwDCusxcUeFTWzSae6iwM6RXVJtjIkXl9VfUuMkcHTESc6eoU8ry-xFFvBlLe1ZxeZRxTkw4hFFtQINjwobHAfkAapfP-8sxs1zchWXvffDTpj2VCWA9ALeRpByDL9XWTAbMIt94/s1600-h/evey+opens.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4ctgwDCusxcUeFTWzSae6iwM6RXVJtjIkXl9VfUuMkcHTESc6eoU8ry-xFFvBlLe1ZxeZRxTkw4hFFtQINjwobHAfkAapfP-8sxs1zchWXvffDTpj2VCWA9ALeRpByDL9XWTAbMIt94/s320/evey+opens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289083471152936514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_2reIb1cfzuYoy5LCa65j9fsiD34TTcT83vcd5KYNmweAhYxwRIjOnSnjbwDfEhR0OqsfVkUffMWc1ax4v0e_Xi1cRgu4a6EaxvHoa9mz3HdXihsyn5iFibKNiwRwQxhSz7uQu0D3tU/s1600-h/fishin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_2reIb1cfzuYoy5LCa65j9fsiD34TTcT83vcd5KYNmweAhYxwRIjOnSnjbwDfEhR0OqsfVkUffMWc1ax4v0e_Xi1cRgu4a6EaxvHoa9mz3HdXihsyn5iFibKNiwRwQxhSz7uQu0D3tU/s320/fishin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289083643507595090" border="0" /></a>They also got "Let's Go Fishin' " which they both liked a lot!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Kh1vFz88XchFiLS7X_cPr5LOxOjvP6c0o4WupNcGnlyAun1hcczVQPV18C3pH26BHLqVNz8BGhtg3uIvT5qFq9ouKzro7cXFnwQ4Y22cGaqyZVDn67ZQvagTa_OMbD48QneUg2kO7Ds/s1600-h/toddler+bed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Kh1vFz88XchFiLS7X_cPr5LOxOjvP6c0o4WupNcGnlyAun1hcczVQPV18C3pH26BHLqVNz8BGhtg3uIvT5qFq9ouKzro7cXFnwQ4Y22cGaqyZVDn67ZQvagTa_OMbD48QneUg2kO7Ds/s320/toddler+bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289083988926194978" border="0" /></a>And we changed Evey's bed from a crib to a toddler bed....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHR-1CIabBrmKZp_WdABnukBH5GUQbOvKC4qG_0bG8fnq_1a8TJsvRFHvzbokVWttH2JMq0mMm3RR9KEUNX2mNa89YSNbuDx3fr91jjcF6SLdzAoSt8MQUNS97J8ya1jUDBhCGCHflRc/s1600-h/jumping.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHR-1CIabBrmKZp_WdABnukBH5GUQbOvKC4qG_0bG8fnq_1a8TJsvRFHvzbokVWttH2JMq0mMm3RR9KEUNX2mNa89YSNbuDx3fr91jjcF6SLdzAoSt8MQUNS97J8ya1jUDBhCGCHflRc/s320/jumping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289083839648078546" border="0" /></a>......which they mistook for a Trampoline.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Christmas Eve.... Evening<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Christmas Eve night we went to My Grandparents house and had the traditional dinner (Tostadas and Lobster... YUM!!!!!!) After dinner my Grandpa reads from the New Testament. When he's done Santa (otherwise known as my uncle) yells down the chimney for all the kids to gather around and tell him whether they have been naughty or nice. Then he asks them individually what they want for Christmas. After that we had a gift exchange and dessert.<br /><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhL4bzSe9Fr4dgOEc-nIncxQKC0vDMoLdhWTnRLfFGYVlhYeobdDhJCJA4RbzM0xAhvQxdzAu_2Q-CmqM4NcytUvzRWbgVyR9zJUiSlb6b7bG19P8mXP8wq7PJoeejgBM67X0fsrlJRwk/s1600-h/sistas+christmas+eve.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhL4bzSe9Fr4dgOEc-nIncxQKC0vDMoLdhWTnRLfFGYVlhYeobdDhJCJA4RbzM0xAhvQxdzAu_2Q-CmqM4NcytUvzRWbgVyR9zJUiSlb6b7bG19P8mXP8wq7PJoeejgBM67X0fsrlJRwk/s320/sistas+christmas+eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289090697105101810" border="0" /></a>After dessert my sister and I are usually pretty sugared up and get a little nutty!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vm0LbRiWMQVZ_-nzChZphgHpHNg9xn-JefEY2bOOwdmGvXcGpF-6GGSl3fCYiKiRJ2JpLoP4EG1ICNFSzJJNA7nTcr5CrkRicRSIQiaIKI9XceAOU8seCKnHuDP6YqqfnP4QM4lwiPk/s1600-h/giraffe+tongue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vm0LbRiWMQVZ_-nzChZphgHpHNg9xn-JefEY2bOOwdmGvXcGpF-6GGSl3fCYiKiRJ2JpLoP4EG1ICNFSzJJNA7nTcr5CrkRicRSIQiaIKI9XceAOU8seCKnHuDP6YqqfnP4QM4lwiPk/s320/giraffe+tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289091014817476178" border="0" /></a>What are sisters for, if not someone to goof off with?!<br /><br /></div>After all of that Eric, the girls, and I went to spend the night at my parents house and spend Christmas morning with them....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Christmas Day!<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghlvZbS0eeuYAvqkrIgFduQbkFATQ_x7HHJHOZl_JtOPlbbHVr-4hyr5NrxQCgfPSxK8EpJxze-_ekm5vWbTycq7SY6oxAs5KENSvpa12sUNHHO8yoeKEtZaU4VntQhvysJ4ytCgEwDLI/s1600-h/100_1045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghlvZbS0eeuYAvqkrIgFduQbkFATQ_x7HHJHOZl_JtOPlbbHVr-4hyr5NrxQCgfPSxK8EpJxze-_ekm5vWbTycq7SY6oxAs5KENSvpa12sUNHHO8yoeKEtZaU4VntQhvysJ4ytCgEwDLI/s320/100_1045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289166517864991698" border="0" /></a>My mom and dad got the girls a Ryan's Room dollhouse! It's all made out of wood! It is sooo cute! Thank you so much mom and dad! This is one that I'm sure will last for my grand kids!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgqVx3sihsYEz9EGHQ729CcpsvYAAWVVdVGazz6BS9qSWRqZrD4cyc3Dph83-4edOU-5GSBbhgnGL42bpv78P6PM04WnImipEcJq1eCP-51qq13QGEES9ahH6RENHjs6An0kpC3uo40A/s1600-h/100_1059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgqVx3sihsYEz9EGHQ729CcpsvYAAWVVdVGazz6BS9qSWRqZrD4cyc3Dph83-4edOU-5GSBbhgnGL42bpv78P6PM04WnImipEcJq1eCP-51qq13QGEES9ahH6RENHjs6An0kpC3uo40A/s320/100_1059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289166523617917346" border="0" /></a>My Brother Mike sent this all the way from Michigan for Evey. He knows how much she love stuffed animals. It says a bunch of funny lines from the new movie Bolt."Hello hairballs!" (I just can't wait 'til my kids pick up on that one)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCJZ_ewAcKyWn_3WZrl_pd6M4V4nXsYF4zj8a_dRBtCjJQD48FDL88jp9B1eBBRHv6m_WZdm25vNFJyHdgQbXnMen-vz3rTVyBKTG-BW79btCtOO7ERE0duwy-UmpbN12sxVyYNldQHs/s1600-h/100_1053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitCJZ_ewAcKyWn_3WZrl_pd6M4V4nXsYF4zj8a_dRBtCjJQD48FDL88jp9B1eBBRHv6m_WZdm25vNFJyHdgQbXnMen-vz3rTVyBKTG-BW79btCtOO7ERE0duwy-UmpbN12sxVyYNldQHs/s320/100_1053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289166523740135218" border="0" /></a>Tim got the girls some Dr. Suess books. (Thanks Tim. They love these!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeP61nF_DVBrJzWqThSrqMYgbMnP9rOQQF66khGuGM1o2oqbUykY8o_lDa941wjMoE1EUsMTVOqNyN1rjzvPnn2XJukPUXku48EndFng-4H3I1UHAKkVREW9j2ywy06_8kQFsBrlS2fg/s1600-h/100_1072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeP61nF_DVBrJzWqThSrqMYgbMnP9rOQQF66khGuGM1o2oqbUykY8o_lDa941wjMoE1EUsMTVOqNyN1rjzvPnn2XJukPUXku48EndFng-4H3I1UHAKkVREW9j2ywy06_8kQFsBrlS2fg/s320/100_1072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289170324081285218" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Emily got them a pop up version of "We're going on a Bear Hunt," Which I love and may hide til they are old enough not to rip it up. (Thanks Emily!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUg7catS6V74USySatNVZAno_a94g7Ff22QLq9gZck7Yf65fk9inauKEMTVNq6XAgCUcYFr6M2L-XBB-FmPH8zgiW5Q0hhnybm7pMeGgNBFyrfop4uNPWAy_-hv2mKJ2gIjsQnVN8l8iY/s1600-h/100_1066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUg7catS6V74USySatNVZAno_a94g7Ff22QLq9gZck7Yf65fk9inauKEMTVNq6XAgCUcYFr6M2L-XBB-FmPH8zgiW5Q0hhnybm7pMeGgNBFyrfop4uNPWAy_-hv2mKJ2gIjsQnVN8l8iY/s320/100_1066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289170318816141842" border="0" /></a>Mike also sent them Hungry Hungry Hippos!<br /><br />Ok, so after opening our presents, we had a yummy breakfast, (Eggs, bacon, hot chocolate, cinnamon rolls, etc.) Eric and I packed up and headed over to Eric's parents and have another Christmas morning there. (Everybody wants to see the babies on Christmas!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNY7Z9JkgSL4sX3TMMjEdfAlJuYXlVTZDaRkq8A-VlVvG_GDlsFQrK_a0yrbWGt6xVqUu9P8btSZ4KbfgHm_FYIJu1-xBL0SDEZ39bTJZ93p3PytTmL80EYndD32fG1itU3Y9-7Qp0Xs/s1600-h/100_1079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNY7Z9JkgSL4sX3TMMjEdfAlJuYXlVTZDaRkq8A-VlVvG_GDlsFQrK_a0yrbWGt6xVqUu9P8btSZ4KbfgHm_FYIJu1-xBL0SDEZ39bTJZ93p3PytTmL80EYndD32fG1itU3Y9-7Qp0Xs/s320/100_1079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289179489370761970" border="0" /></a>By now the girls were pretty experienced with the whole present idea. They knew just what to do. The first thing they ripped open was this Fairy Tea Set. They may as well have had no other gifts because it is all they wanted to play with.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IPSY6TbCngd5K2H6IlrmPw1uq0AHDoDvns36iT4Xu2ME2uQEx0HHuV388pdDBJQu8e-U_ZdYytpstIUnDejMbLHTYYMbI5PV5W0fO8uvVVKACrIRTDuSEZQBPcjqqHWact1DtrhR5hA/s1600-h/100_1086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IPSY6TbCngd5K2H6IlrmPw1uq0AHDoDvns36iT4Xu2ME2uQEx0HHuV388pdDBJQu8e-U_ZdYytpstIUnDejMbLHTYYMbI5PV5W0fO8uvVVKACrIRTDuSEZQBPcjqqHWact1DtrhR5hA/s320/100_1086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289178042653075330" border="0" /></a>They got also got some bristle blocks (Eric may enjoy these just as much as the girls. It's really fun to watch him play with these. He's such a little kid!)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgib3FKM5t_oQJv3KG_V1HpYiBhr_jwnriNtkPJe77iBiQQKghqHyRmSD57DjgXuGMK-G3wGB7Kjt1L11V4mPNXUwUc_y9RM3UKs17zXcLvEG-AYDsywq9wLayTWQgy7qGhM7uFFSP4h8w/s1600-h/100_1075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgib3FKM5t_oQJv3KG_V1HpYiBhr_jwnriNtkPJe77iBiQQKghqHyRmSD57DjgXuGMK-G3wGB7Kjt1L11V4mPNXUwUc_y9RM3UKs17zXcLvEG-AYDsywq9wLayTWQgy7qGhM7uFFSP4h8w/s320/100_1075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289178025315013666" border="0" /></a>Evey got a kaleidoscope too! She doesn't quite get it yet .... but I like it!<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /></div><br />After Duan and Vince's we went home for a nap. When we got up we headed over to Eric's Grandmas house for their Christmas dinner. We forgot to take pictures there until after the gift exchange, but we did get this one... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJicDJBlzmUveoDmvbBjaHCl83HVOfSuBLoTvHN1gWocv-5rB3_IGWxZW346eQva7gzNQ7HErfy8BZFbJchsVk_mzqtlPzjlnyPPWc0H6Qgz4IkdFzVuArMXluhkE4omoRk9IYaWcP6o/s1600-h/100_1072.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fmm_mAz_-4K30aVy6O803CJOCJ_gbnoDKFKuvfoSej5oThBAlzg0pQBB34Ti9EoS5hWPf6IdirGTkLVXar4MGGgglkv4ismYIgGueedsqrJV0toH6cGyoOVX-xlQ4Igy4DPHeZOEGwQ/s1600-h/100_1089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fmm_mAz_-4K30aVy6O803CJOCJ_gbnoDKFKuvfoSej5oThBAlzg0pQBB34Ti9EoS5hWPf6IdirGTkLVXar4MGGgglkv4ismYIgGueedsqrJV0toH6cGyoOVX-xlQ4Igy4DPHeZOEGwQ/s320/100_1089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289178048349220978" border="0" /></a>Lucy was pooped after all the festivities, so she found a Lucy size box and curled up like a cat under the Christmas tree. ( I love my kids!!!)<br /><br /><br />But are we done yet??? I think NOT! The next day we headed to Utah! Are we crazy or what!!!!???<br /><br />ANYWAY.....<br /><br />I just wanted to take a quick moment to express my extreme gratitude to our family and friends and especially to Heavenly Father and the Savior Jesus Christ! At times like this I am in awe at how blessed our family is! My kids have everything they could possibly ever need (or want) because everyone is so very generous with us! Our Heavenly Father has showered blessings upon us just as my patriarchal blessing says "that there shall not be room enough to receive it." (How very true that is). I am truly humbled and thankful. I could never want anything more than what I already have.Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-54862440366917871992008-11-30T21:56:00.001-08:002008-11-30T22:24:57.339-08:00Thanksgiving and Black Friday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsysyy4y0s2r1JOzd1p6kIubelzx1tthF2FOfR5xLnBXWi52mpp1GETULzeXDFaobGUoLFmqTeFxW2IlFllkMx5Tgr1vQSTO3uySJXFao1x8uRmTBzpSpwYM7i6RkWpFykudzzVVM5Lk/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 105px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsysyy4y0s2r1JOzd1p6kIubelzx1tthF2FOfR5xLnBXWi52mpp1GETULzeXDFaobGUoLFmqTeFxW2IlFllkMx5Tgr1vQSTO3uySJXFao1x8uRmTBzpSpwYM7i6RkWpFykudzzVVM5Lk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701753980177938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I was thinking last Thursday as I walked into my apartment stuffed full of Turkey and Pecan Pie with leftovers in hand, how interesting it is that Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving. We spend a whole day hopefully being grateful for what we have only to spend the next day shopping greedily for material things. I realize that many people do their Christmas shopping on Black Friday, and I am in no way chastising those that do shop on Black Friday. I just think that it is a funny contradiction. A way that, if we are not careful, the Adversary can use to distract us from enjoying Thanksgiving in the right spirit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6UUFhFSNhBFf2YZ5iAlthP3uL2LeZlyNwfPY4d_3gU_ZsI1F78lQDNUJ-MrgD5RWAbuuShkYC00Yhc9VufKn0TXVXCvrxIp2_bCm27zcpqrNrtKd-PPXYw7O9MQAy6YlyZbjFVIfEUk/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6UUFhFSNhBFf2YZ5iAlthP3uL2LeZlyNwfPY4d_3gU_ZsI1F78lQDNUJ-MrgD5RWAbuuShkYC00Yhc9VufKn0TXVXCvrxIp2_bCm27zcpqrNrtKd-PPXYw7O9MQAy6YlyZbjFVIfEUk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701440902521314" border="0" /></a><br />I also think it is a funny contradiction that most people find it appropriate to stuff themselves full of food on Thanksgiving. Seeing as gluttony is greed rather than thankfulness. Perhaps there are better ways to show that we are thankful.<br /><br />So, in light of the season, I'd like to hear what each of you are grateful for.<br /><br />(Just some "food for thoughts!")<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLA6phvSQrDxOZM7j_RkGfwbrJeqGnWjbSY7n3OHPLQAA6cWp0Tchf1Uy0Wif2mnPEmqgJj88FnPsaLkmO6g5aVETgwnKRbl3FqcNttzP72TI1M73pGuit1j-97fkoieLlg0udTvo2q8U/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 71px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLA6phvSQrDxOZM7j_RkGfwbrJeqGnWjbSY7n3OHPLQAA6cWp0Tchf1Uy0Wif2mnPEmqgJj88FnPsaLkmO6g5aVETgwnKRbl3FqcNttzP72TI1M73pGuit1j-97fkoieLlg0udTvo2q8U/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702018666150818" border="0" /></a>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-9233800844014852082008-11-30T14:09:00.000-08:002008-11-30T21:55:10.577-08:00Twilight<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >SPOILERS!!! SPOILERS!!! SPOILERS!!! SPOILERS!!!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Twilight</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe5KwtwvHzv7U45-ju69WTBZLWyP_gXiUYgwPqtttnbUiYXocGELUx0ARZhwlws45l5OjiCNMakMKGw84kuwsjRFcBiUECl1Rqi3d5Qlwlt_HzC2NN50SjKhbshikmlHU3vwjzETV1f8/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe5KwtwvHzv7U45-ju69WTBZLWyP_gXiUYgwPqtttnbUiYXocGELUx0ARZhwlws45l5OjiCNMakMKGw84kuwsjRFcBiUECl1Rqi3d5Qlwlt_HzC2NN50SjKhbshikmlHU3vwjzETV1f8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274689903505789266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know that I'm going to get a bunch of "hate" mail/comments for writing my feelings about this subject but I just plain can't stand it anymore!<br /><br />I started reading the Twilight series about 2 months ago! I had seen the trailer for the movie online (which looked fantastic) and finally decided to read the series that everyone told me was so amazing.<br />I was truly impressed with the first book! I loved the idea of a human and a vampire being in love! I loved the story, the suspense, the action. I wouldn't have changed a thing!! After reading the first one, I quickly ordered the rest of the books, dying to know what happened next and expecting the same brilliance as the book I had just read. I waited for what seemed like months (but was only a couple days) for the next book to arrive at my door. As soon as it came, I dove in......... and fell hard!!!!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >New Moon</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3AaB_ZGQpBUm65Z2_WcEBusY3XBgByhPfL8fOhGmxXuN7NZ_UopzTepOEQeY3TXtgy1BiTLh70_VaO7-nwjV-7x8hKA5jrBEQnOaKbq1TB-NXTOoAD07ViBEs43uQmmmK4TuIJALQl8/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3AaB_ZGQpBUm65Z2_WcEBusY3XBgByhPfL8fOhGmxXuN7NZ_UopzTepOEQeY3TXtgy1BiTLh70_VaO7-nwjV-7x8hKA5jrBEQnOaKbq1TB-NXTOoAD07ViBEs43uQmmmK4TuIJALQl8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690194957168978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Even in the first book I had a hard time identifying with Bella. She is just different than I am. She's anti-social and very self centered. In the first book it didn't bother me too much. The story was good, the characters had depth and I identified with her enough to enjoy the book without much distraction! But in New Moon, her true nature was revealed. Completely self involved after Edward left! Complaining here and there! "Poor me" this and "poor me" that! "Edward left, my life is ruined!!!" What made me the most upset was how she allowed her pain to affect everyone around her. Her pain was all that mattered! Charlie did so much for her and she never showed the slightest bit of gratitude! She hardly talked to him. She lied to him!!! She kept herself so distant from him! What kind of daughter does that?!!! What kind of relationship is that??!!!!<br />And JACOB! Don't even get me started on Jacob! "Her Sun"!!!! Whatever!!!!! She used him. She didn't care about him. All she cared about is how he made HER feel. Not how he felt! What a selfish Brat!!!! It disgusted me, the way she used him so that she could have her sick little fantasies!<br />Ok, so enough about how much I hate Bella! What's with Edwards voice in her head? I totally thought that they had some kind of special connection and it turns out to be nothing!!!!!! What the heck!!!! Why would the author lead you on to believe that, only to tell you "just kidding."?? Grrrr!!!!<br />Next, the most suspenseful part of the whole book was Bella running through the crowd to stop Edward. If that's suspense, just kill me! And of all the things for Edward to do, to show that he's a vampire seriously, WALKING INTO THE SUN!!!???? How lame!!! Couldn't he go pick up a few cars and throw them?? Run? Jump? Climb?? Eat someone !!??(Ok, maybe not that) But seriously just walk into the sun?? So stupid!!! He can do so many cool things and all he decides to do is walk into the sun!<br />Also, What's with Bella at the end of New Moon thinking that she's dreaming! It was so unbelievable! While reading a book you should never get the urge just to roll your eyes! What a Drama Queen! "I'm sleeping I'm sleeping. This isn't real!" What a load of Bull!!! And then, to not yell at him??? Seriously, of all the times that she is finally justified to unload, she doesn't!!! I was totally expecting (and looking forward to) a scolding for Edward! He deserved it! The way he left her was disgusting and terrible! He needed to be yelled at! That's what I would have done! (And I rarely ever yell! Ask Eric!) But like I said before Bella and I, obviously, are a different breed.<br />Lastly, The whole book they keep on building up that Victoria is after Bella. So naturally as a reader I expected for Victoria to show up sometime in the book and actually go after Bella! But nothing happened! Nothing at all! The only reason I kept reading was to get to THAT part and I got nothing. Nothing!!!!!!<br /><br />So my overall feeling of New Moon is " It Sucked!" The only bearable part was Jacob whom I loved!!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span>Eclipse</span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJlZZMJw1gZcUwDw0G0YSl9F7OhjCQrIXXrWeaeoNDYuqdrTIi0_imn3RgGoOTGyrsUD84OwLk7hxVZwQYNd8SRTHnmQs7rAblBOQHKdZaAPX_5k_-mvvVwEtzqNB8dgJ8HuCnNHk0tM/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJlZZMJw1gZcUwDw0G0YSl9F7OhjCQrIXXrWeaeoNDYuqdrTIi0_imn3RgGoOTGyrsUD84OwLk7hxVZwQYNd8SRTHnmQs7rAblBOQHKdZaAPX_5k_-mvvVwEtzqNB8dgJ8HuCnNHk0tM/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690347077164050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Overall Eclipse was OK. Bella is less bratty because things, once again, are going her way (for the most part. She's so self centered). There is actually a climax, which is a plus! Victoria FINALLY comes for Bella. There is tension between the two boys (Edward and Jacob). Not only b/c they like the same girl but also because of their natural instincts to hate each other. ( I still find it hard to believe that two awesome guys like these can be so infatuated with such a brat. Am I the only one who sees her for what she is??) But in the end we get to see some action! (though I would have liked to have read more about the fight between the Newborns, the Werewolves and the Cullen family. But overall, I was satisfied enough to go on to the last book, thinking to myself "New Moon was just an in between book. A setup for Eclpise."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Breaking Dawn</span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNNhvL0gcarfPvoKDzTF6ZiIsairsQ4ul6anieYn2cXK2tEFvgr3Slv-cF39rCvmJ8R-QfppwvyY52HN6elL9bWL2xhuqui2EqYmfxpDSaWRSZl0DuNrVAeYagqhr-GdPvYlUnNj90V8/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNNhvL0gcarfPvoKDzTF6ZiIsairsQ4ul6anieYn2cXK2tEFvgr3Slv-cF39rCvmJ8R-QfppwvyY52HN6elL9bWL2xhuqui2EqYmfxpDSaWRSZl0DuNrVAeYagqhr-GdPvYlUnNj90V8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690513311738674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Last book "Breaking Dawn" was ok.<br />Surprisingly enough though, I found it to be relatively predictable. I was glad to have Edward and Bella married. But I knew that once they were married, naturally, the next step was for Bella to get pregnant. So when she started eating a ton, I knew what was coming. But was definitely interested to see how their baby would turn out! But I also knew, once Bella was pregnant, that Jacob would imprint on the baby! Otherwise, they would not have talked up imprinting so much. So that also came as no surprise. I was excited to see Bella in action as a vampire and enjoyed her first hunt. But for some reason thought that she and Edward would be able to talk to each other back and forth in their minds. I was really hoping that the voice in Bella's head (in New Moon) was foreshadowing some power that she would have as a vampire. I guess I just couldn't let go of the idea. I did think that her ability to block was really cool though! The fact that she could protect so many at once was great. I also liked meeting all the other vampires. And that Renesme had her own powers as well, which was pretty cool. (fun fact: Eric told me that Vladmir in the book is actually Dracula. I thought that it was cool the Stephani Meyers did that.)<br /><br />In the end however, I found the book to have a very weak climax. No action, No fight the way that Stephani had led me to believe. They simply met with the Voltroli and talked. To write a book, a series and make THAT the end. Well, it was thoroughly disappointing. I realize that Stephani wanted the book to end happily. That's great!. But in order to have a book end happily AND good, sacrifices need to be made. Take Harry Potter for example (SPOILER ALERT for anyone who hasn't finished reading the Harry Potter series) Sacrifices are made. JK squeezes you heart and nearly tears it out when Dumbledore dies, and especially at the end when Fred dies and Tonks and Lupin too! I nearly cried!!! But I <span style="font-style: italic;">FELT</span> something!!! An even deeper attachment to those characters even after they had died. The whole Harry Potter series is heart wrenching and wonderful. Why? Because JK knows how to make sacrifices! I'm not necessarily saying that Stephani should have killed off some main characters, but to not fight at all, for no one to even get a scratch? It was just .... boring!<br /><br /><br /><br />My overall feeling is that Stephani Meyers is still very obviously an inexperienced writer. She knows how to write to keep you intrigued. She knows how to develop characters, but she doesn't know how to finish a book. She is unwilling to make sacrifices for her stories and therefore, has a very difficult time writing a climax that is as good as she built it up to be. I think that in the long run Stephani will become a great writer once she realizes this, but for now it is clear to me that she is still very new at this.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Twilight movie.....</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIhpnfttEHgOeFnMq9f3t4mr9ktMmrRSfaU4X4UdSEWVaGR6Ui4ldLtq3RABW_YE33E-mZOr1exzn8aJedxOBuOjflvAocIZuoSxMCNCTgkaGw71ksDx-GH-56wDFRHUdBkbR2U-R7es/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIhpnfttEHgOeFnMq9f3t4mr9ktMmrRSfaU4X4UdSEWVaGR6Ui4ldLtq3RABW_YE33E-mZOr1exzn8aJedxOBuOjflvAocIZuoSxMCNCTgkaGw71ksDx-GH-56wDFRHUdBkbR2U-R7es/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274689321990287138" border="0" /></a><br /><br />....was terrible!!!!!! I was so sad about the movie! It seemed like it had so much potential! I was excited to go see it, ever since I saw the trailer for it! It looked soooo good! And after reading the first book it knew that it had the potential to be really great! So what ruined it for me? Bella couldn't deliver her lines! At least not in a believable way! The movie had very little dialog. Which is too bad because there are so many great lines in the book. So many interludes that could have developed their characters, that could have been funny, that could have been fantastic! But I honestly think that they cut out so much dialog because they knew that Bella in particular couldn't deliver her lines. Instead of dialog they tried to replace it with really loud distracting music! Music is great for movies, but it needs to be picked to help the movie on, not distract form the movie entirely! It seemed to me like they just googled some popular music for their target croud</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> (teenagers) and used it without really caring whether it would help the movie or hurt it. But Eric pointed out that it is also possible that they </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">purposely</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> picked this music to distract from the bad acting.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One way or another it was a waste. Sure everyone looked the part but unfortunately, not everyone could act the part! So unless you are going to solely look at "Edward" for 2 hours, it's not worth your time or money!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ok I'm done ranting and raving! Go ahead send me your arguments. But I still stand firm. Everything aside from the first book could have been done a little better! I give the Twilight Series as a whole a C+. End of story.</span><br /><br /><br /></span>Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723984618432633242.post-5164202212844755102008-11-29T23:25:00.001-08:002008-11-29T23:46:03.348-08:00Trick or Treating<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuPEXGyy30zC1TupO5SEEvvHGxFurCHy9gXJhxkbmZ8rWz0p9Ot32aXKnn4AF6yqLUJTBsQKn82Ddfvxfq1v4jxCGs4lHl6IpVXkOCrCAPzEbqdKpUkERjowMuU6HfNZ6HWQ-dpJXCvQk/s1600-h/100_0807.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuPEXGyy30zC1TupO5SEEvvHGxFurCHy9gXJhxkbmZ8rWz0p9Ot32aXKnn4AF6yqLUJTBsQKn82Ddfvxfq1v4jxCGs4lHl6IpVXkOCrCAPzEbqdKpUkERjowMuU6HfNZ6HWQ-dpJXCvQk/s320/100_0807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274340194756739650" border="0" /></a>This was the first year the girls did some real trick or treating (besides trunk or treat)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXK6weWyW9euZTytpXlf7JLdjs00EBw_y9AFR5qxUUNOiO78C3qyg_GPYZZ1_w9dmthi4Zg8f8QNawFRvlsyjlszANOv1q0nTvXDd2MSow-db8aC6GMNlqRPoOd3Fbja0Erm4oev4s_-c/s1600-h/100_0832.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXK6weWyW9euZTytpXlf7JLdjs00EBw_y9AFR5qxUUNOiO78C3qyg_GPYZZ1_w9dmthi4Zg8f8QNawFRvlsyjlszANOv1q0nTvXDd2MSow-db8aC6GMNlqRPoOd3Fbja0Erm4oev4s_-c/s320/100_0832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274350699756286386" border="0" /></a>I loved that Lucy actually got it this year! Normally she is scared of strangers, but once she realized that they gave her candy she had no problem running up to each door with her bag in hand!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVogGC_ce3MTv4QzkZ_ydT698va2Z2UpZC2Wm4QkAlmJBH8On3YzSMgIJtq_OOCBI6S0z9rmZv3KBXZV9WCAv5DozEnu_K3yA2xwFMB-5ZVVHxBOSckY-dOBYbSvkeaOABg9iimzXaH_c/s1600-h/100_0822.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVogGC_ce3MTv4QzkZ_ydT698va2Z2UpZC2Wm4QkAlmJBH8On3YzSMgIJtq_OOCBI6S0z9rmZv3KBXZV9WCAv5DozEnu_K3yA2xwFMB-5ZVVHxBOSckY-dOBYbSvkeaOABg9iimzXaH_c/s320/100_0822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274340483679537474" border="0" /></a>Evey as usual stuck with dad, especially at the end (she was getting pretty tired). But she loved looking at all the pumpkins and was thrilled that she got to put things in her bag!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixR0WtZ5gRFCY4v9FLYuvg_ETBbbuX1Nr_IZpdW7KSSmDPmjygLshGBGmosu1Xx3_V6khq690OpwhQu5q5UEGN9SPdgN0dzqWDmebD8dr5iEeF8ZbbHpOSBG69oqU7IFEQBTZ7qi4kdY/s1600-h/100_0836.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixR0WtZ5gRFCY4v9FLYuvg_ETBbbuX1Nr_IZpdW7KSSmDPmjygLshGBGmosu1Xx3_V6khq690OpwhQu5q5UEGN9SPdgN0dzqWDmebD8dr5iEeF8ZbbHpOSBG69oqU7IFEQBTZ7qi4kdY/s320/100_0836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274340736527236594" border="0" /></a><br />Of course before bed I allowed them to have one piece of candy! It took them forever to finish these! And Evey kept complaining about being messy! (She has a thing about being clean. She gets that from her dad. No wonder they are two peas in a pod!)Katie Hardinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10041437053516684127noreply@blogger.com0