<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:12:59.723-08:00</updated><category term='Birth'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Holidays &apos;08'/><category term='Surgery 2'/><category term='babies'/><category term='funny stories'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='silliness'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='4th of july'/><category term='Nathen'/><category term='Nephew'/><category term='family visit'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='bad parenting'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='job'/><category term='Happy Birthday to Anna'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Blessing'/><category term='Play time'/><category term='hail storm'/><category term='family'/><category term='family time'/><category term='summer fun'/><category term='husband'/><category term='sick'/><category term='family fun'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='update'/><category term='09'/><category term='School'/><category term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Haderlie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-2415191513306170212</id><published>2011-12-05T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:30:34.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby #4</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to inform everyone :) we are excited to be expecting baby #4!  I'm currently around 12 weeks (give or take a day or 2).  And the really exciting part...this was almost a planned pregnancy :).  It's actually a pretty funny story.  Back in August I started to have my first ever thoughts that it was time to have another baby.  I had really enjoyed Cayson as a baby and thought 2 years apart was good for me to handle.  Well, I came home and talked to Colter who was adamantly saying no.  Anyway, after talking about it a bit and deciding our family really wasn't complete, we decided to wait till November to start "trying."  Well, come October, I find out I'm pregnant.  So in essence, although it's a bit early, at least I was prepared this time!  The sad part is this pregnancy has been really hard for me.  Much harder then any other.  I've been extremely sick.  In the first 6 weeks, I lost 6 lbs. which is really unusual for me.  Then the nausea suddenly disappeared only to be replaced with intense cramping.  After an ultrasound, the baby looked healthy and everything was ok.  Well, to my udder dismay, the nausea came back.  Now I flip flop between being really sick or cramping.  Either way, I'm pretty much stuck on the couch.  My Dr. informs me that I'm fine and will probably get better around 14 weeks (keeping my fingers crossed), but I'm thinking this will be the last one.  I'm not sure I can handle another one like this.  I figured if Heavenly Father really wanted me to have one more, this one wouldn't have been quite so hard.  I think I've just had too many babies too close together.  Honestly, my body just feels old, it's really weird.  Since Colter and I have been married (6 years) I've been pregnant 6 times, I've carried 3 babies, had 2 miscarriages, and now am pregnant.  So maybe it's time for a break, a permanent break.  We'll see what happens.  My Dr. isn't so keen on this right now, he says I need to wait a few years.  The only problem is, if I wait a few years, I think I'm guaranteed to have another baby!  Well see who wins this battle :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2415191513306170212?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2415191513306170212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2415191513306170212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2415191513306170212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2415191513306170212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-4.html' title='Baby #4'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-5589650767915739655</id><published>2011-08-17T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:31:54.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>So I know I'm one of the worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, not the worst, but one of them.  I hardly ever update this thing.  Well, part of that is because I rarely remember to upload my pictures from my camera.  I think I do that only once in a blue moon.  You'd be so proud of me, not only did I upload pictures.  I even had a bunch printed to change out and update the ones around my house.  It has motivated me to update my blog and even put a few on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;! :)  It's a miracle.  Well, here's a quick bunch from the last few months.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This first on is Anna all dressed up for her recital.  I didn't take pictures at the recital cause I did the video camera.  But isn't she just so cute!  I love it.  As did she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zS8RDRyJ6g/Tkw-El1Qh8I/AAAAAAAAA4g/VoTjRbCeafU/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B184.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zS8RDRyJ6g/Tkw-El1Qh8I/AAAAAAAAA4g/VoTjRbCeafU/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641952681784281026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next few are from our trip to Star Valley.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; had his first rotation there.  I didn't move down there with him, even though he was there for 6 weeks.  But I went up for one of the weeks.  Grandma had a friend who let us visit her farm and help with the Animals.  The kids loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; loved letting the baby lamb suck his fingers, sounds gross but he was laughing so I let him do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slOC-nvmw3M/Tkw-EUoiPUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/fzEaUbE1j6M/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B205.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slOC-nvmw3M/Tkw-EUoiPUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/fzEaUbE1j6M/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641952677167512898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna feeding the baby calf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68yfzZtqv_o/Tkw-EKz0ZTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jT9Kh-Tuj38/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B207.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68yfzZtqv_o/Tkw-EKz0ZTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jT9Kh-Tuj38/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641952674530485554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is out of order, but a picture of Grandpa taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; for a horse ride.  As you can tell, he's pretty happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5u8mD5M5Xks/Tkw-Dm1PY_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/C81h2J3R174/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B228.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5u8mD5M5Xks/Tkw-Dm1PY_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/C81h2J3R174/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641952664872772594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; was totally enthralled with the sheep being sheared.  When they were done, we asked him, "do you want your hair cut?"  His answer...well just look at the photo.  He jumped right up there and put his head where the sheep go.  We were all laughing so hard.  Finally we told him the clippers were broken so he'd get down.  For weeks after if you asked him if he had his hair cut he'd say, "no scissors broken" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wBbwLU_9dw/Tkw-DDTdzrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SuKklqEQ7m8/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B223.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wBbwLU_9dw/Tkw-DDTdzrI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SuKklqEQ7m8/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641952655335870130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Psjg62-_cjE/Tkw9FCT0aCI/AAAAAAAAA34/dTmYbRLpgss/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B221.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Psjg62-_cjE/Tkw9FCT0aCI/AAAAAAAAA34/dTmYbRLpgss/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641951589917026338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Anna at the circus with friends.  The kids enjoyed it, but not as much as the adults.  They kind of got tired sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjUNWGaTTwc/Tkw9Ew-f-5I/AAAAAAAAA3w/7mdjHiZkEeo/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B237.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjUNWGaTTwc/Tkw9Ew-f-5I/AAAAAAAAA3w/7mdjHiZkEeo/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641951585264204690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I let Anna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; ride the elephant as part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nathen's&lt;/span&gt; birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfjviMVYs_0/Tkw9ESd1hdI/AAAAAAAAA3o/M_nJB3M1bD4/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B261.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfjviMVYs_0/Tkw9ESd1hdI/AAAAAAAAA3o/M_nJB3M1bD4/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641951577074140626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved it.  Anna, on the other hand, said she'd rather of had popcorn than an elephant ride!  I was a little ticked.  The elephant ride was way more than the popcorn.  She was scared stiff the whole time.  She held on with all her might to the kid in front of her.  I don't think he liked it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9HfTxddooI/Tkw9EHJwBSI/AAAAAAAAA3g/lubl8i9MOkM/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B262.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9HfTxddooI/Tkw9EHJwBSI/AAAAAAAAA3g/lubl8i9MOkM/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641951574037103906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the kids swimming at Ross Park.  Anna going down the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idTzVyu-e9o/Tkw9D6UiUjI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/O2XGnsCB5b4/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B282.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idTzVyu-e9o/Tkw9D6UiUjI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/O2XGnsCB5b4/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641951570592682546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; running into the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvtrLRE1SQI/Tkw8Kp1bhII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EEHB73MunDU/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B289.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvtrLRE1SQI/Tkw8Kp1bhII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EEHB73MunDU/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641950586914702466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; is our little water baby.  He loves it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDVUogSc9S4/Tkw8KaKrfXI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gst5i_J4lfM/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B288.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jDVUogSc9S4/Tkw8KaKrfXI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gst5i_J4lfM/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641950582708862322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nathen's&lt;/span&gt; 3rd birthday.  This is the zebra cake I made him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGIKxqYafrI/Tkw8J23VAxI/AAAAAAAAA3A/-jwhE0kFhrw/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGIKxqYafrI/Tkw8J23VAxI/AAAAAAAAA3A/-jwhE0kFhrw/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641950573232456466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4cm4gyffdQ/Tkw8JUPYJ-I/AAAAAAAAA24/6P9cJ4jsxQY/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B302.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4cm4gyffdQ/Tkw8JUPYJ-I/AAAAAAAAA24/6P9cJ4jsxQY/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641950563938084834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another trip to Star Valley.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Colter's&lt;/span&gt; high school reunion and family reunion were the same weekend, and there was a fair going on.  The kids had the best time.  I'm pretty sure this is the first time they've ever been on rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLF2HbQ61hY/Tkw8JC19ZUI/AAAAAAAAA2w/XaVRwzSNAr0/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B336.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLF2HbQ61hY/Tkw8JC19ZUI/AAAAAAAAA2w/XaVRwzSNAr0/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641950559268070722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPp3OmOz7dU/Tkw49lrPjqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-mFuoNsGX0Q/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B324.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPp3OmOz7dU/Tkw49lrPjqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-mFuoNsGX0Q/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641947063925051042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq8OlyK6bvY/Tkw49Tuc9RI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/uhMUL5EDNp0/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B352.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq8OlyK6bvY/Tkw49Tuc9RI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/uhMUL5EDNp0/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641947059106673938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the hubby with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm always the one taking pictures so I rarely have any with me in it!  This was a first in a long time so I decided it was historic enough to be posted.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZADXWZ8SQ/Tkw47lsgCVI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gZ7q1wqmj7Q/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B360.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZADXWZ8SQ/Tkw47lsgCVI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/gZ7q1wqmj7Q/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641947029570586962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this one.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; was just standing there blowing weeds.  So classic of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVQrByaS-1o/Tkw47Fsd6vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/oUlzHmvCYT8/s1600/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B368.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVQrByaS-1o/Tkw47Fsd6vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/oUlzHmvCYT8/s320/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641947020980513522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-5589650767915739655?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5589650767915739655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=5589650767915739655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5589650767915739655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5589650767915739655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zS8RDRyJ6g/Tkw-El1Qh8I/AAAAAAAAA4g/VoTjRbCeafU/s72-c/Nathen%2527s%2B3rd%2Band%2Bstuff%2B184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-3665990159831805663</id><published>2011-05-18T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:17:52.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I love spring!  I love it when it finally warms up enough to go outside and work in the yard.  Flowers, kids running around...outside, freshly mowed grass.  I love spring and summer.  It has been so great letting the kids go outside.  Cayson even prefers it.  Today, I spent the entire morning outside weeding and mowing the lawn.  It really doesn't sound like fun, but it was.  This time in spring it's perfect weather.  Not too cold, but not hot enough yet that you feel like your sweating like a dog every time you go outside.  The kids played outside with me and even helped pull weeds in the flower beds.  I'm starting to wonder if I'm one of those people who get depressed in the winter cause when it turns into spring all the sudden I feel happy and full of energy.  I usually start counting the days till I can till the garden to plant vegetables and I feel to need to read books to learn what kinds of flowers to plant to make my yard look nice.  By the end of summer I usually don't feel this energetic, but right now in spring, I feel great!  Today was especially neat.  Anna made her first friends without me!  It's silly to get so excited, but I am.  I was out mowing the lawn and these boys kept riding their bikes past our house.  We've seen them out before and they kind of stop and just check us out.  Anyway, I was pushing the lawn mower to the backyard and I guess that's when the boys got the courage to come talk to her cause when I came back Anna was chatting away to these boys...about Barbies of all things.  But, to their credit they were totally interested.  They played until lunch then Anna had to come inside.  Anyway a couple hours later they came back over and knocked on the door and asked if Anna could play.  I was so excited for her I woke her up from nap so she could go out and play.  She jumped right in and played till she had to get ready for dance class.  The funny thing is as soon as dance class was over and we pulled back into the driveway, they must of been watching cause they were in the yard before I even opened the van door.  It was cute!  My little girl is already on her way to be a heart-breaker I just know it.  I really think the reason she gets on so well with boys is because all she has is brothers and even boy cousins.  She has only 1 girl cousin, but she's Cayson's age.  I had to laugh when it was over and we were talking about her friends, I asked her what their names were.  She said, "I don't know...friends?"  Then she looked at me in that way of hers and said, "Do you know their names?"  I just laughed at her.  I highly suspect these boys will be over first thing tomorrow asking if Anna can play again.  The only downfall I see in this is that Nathen might get left out.  I guess I'll have to talk to her about that in the morning.  But for now, it's cool to see her interacting with other kids.  My little girl is growing up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-3665990159831805663?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3665990159831805663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=3665990159831805663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3665990159831805663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3665990159831805663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring.html' title='Spring!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-3533398330683141662</id><published>2011-02-10T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:26:27.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's birthday and stuff :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, let's play a quick catch up on the last month and a half.  First of all, we started the New Year in with a bang...literally.  Anna had a little incident on our new (for Christmas) trampoline.  She ended up with a small pressure fracture on her growth plate and was in a full leg splint for a week.  They thought she might need a cast and after having her on the couch for a week, I was so glad when she didn't.  We were really lucky, she bounced back really fast.  This led into her birthday.  We had planned on giving her dance lessons for her birthday, but were unsure about the whole cast thing.  Well, since she didn't need on, she got her lessons.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for me cause I had no back up plan in the whole presents department.  She absolutely loves dance lessons and and even colors pictures of ballerinas to give to her teacher, Miss Brittney.  The kids also got bunk beds in January.  They had been sleeping in the same room and same bed for a couple months and it worked great, up until it didn't.  Then it turned into pure chaos.  We decided instead of waiting for Tax return we would fork over the cash now and get another mattress so we could put together the bunk bed.  It didn't help a whole lot.  Unfortunately, I also decided to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nathen's&lt;/span&gt; old room at the same time, so this left me with no room to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; in when he's bad. :(  It's been a real trial and it's led to my decision to take the Love and Logic class, cause I decided I need parenting help!  If anyone has any feelings about it let me know, seriously.  On the up side, I've started reading my scriptures a whole lot.  Every night when I put the kids to sleep, I sit in the hall and read my scriptures till they go to sleep.  It helps me keep my temper in check and I can make sure the kids don't get out of bed.  So that's been the last month or so in a nut shell.  A little crazy...okay, a lot crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't my boys cute!  I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMOroqHJxa8/TVTD8mQpMJI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qxhQKzHGmwc/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMOroqHJxa8/TVTD8mQpMJI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qxhQKzHGmwc/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572294084794069138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Anna is playing with my Droid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; is watching!  I think this picture is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKdpEnAtiCE/TVTDIN6cXZI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DNvTXAIIgTY/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKdpEnAtiCE/TVTDIN6cXZI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DNvTXAIIgTY/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572293184905305490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Anna!  What cute kids, but I'm bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTDHwuNHjI/AAAAAAAAA08/CykweBfAXl8/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTDHwuNHjI/AAAAAAAAA08/CykweBfAXl8/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572293177069346354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love love love this picture.  I rarely get good pictures of all the kids together and looking the same way.  I think I might frame this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxaDQDZnJFs/TVTDHfmqOyI/AAAAAAAAA00/m6oOm86SLjw/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxaDQDZnJFs/TVTDHfmqOyI/AAAAAAAAA00/m6oOm86SLjw/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572293172474297122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna's splint.  This is what the whole week looked like.  Except you can't see Anna yelling at me to take her to the bathroom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTDHPynKyI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sQ12TtTOWsA/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTDHPynKyI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sQ12TtTOWsA/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572293168229460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna got a camera for her birthday.  It's even pink!  She loves taking pictures, but she forgets to turn it off so she runs down the battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTBoccTPrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ug-Yl1RgEdw/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTBoccTPrI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ug-Yl1RgEdw/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572291539537968818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening presents with Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haderlie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTBnyyH1cI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8cgY52Pj9FQ/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTBnyyH1cI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8cgY52Pj9FQ/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572291528355206594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to blow out her Candle.  She's excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTBnhqkoXI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Kc7EAS2abL4/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTBnhqkoXI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Kc7EAS2abL4/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572291523760136562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbie Island Princess theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5u6Fmd2rI5o/TVTBnTxEV8I/AAAAAAAAA0M/efOdT3BbJvE/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5u6Fmd2rI5o/TVTBnTxEV8I/AAAAAAAAA0M/efOdT3BbJvE/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572291520029284290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried my best to copy the dress on the movie.  This is as good as it gets.  The little wrap part of the skirt was hard.  I really struggled with it.  Everything is fondant except the crown and the feathers on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTBm-VZajI/AAAAAAAAA0E/8m2rsYoc5zc/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVTBm-VZajI/AAAAAAAAA0E/8m2rsYoc5zc/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572291514276080178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas.  One of 2 pictures we got of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; opening a present.  He opened 1 present, then was totally content not to open any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UTf6ArI2Bs/TVS-hAOoVRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/A2dRfufdg8c/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UTf6ArI2Bs/TVS-hAOoVRI/AAAAAAAAAz8/A2dRfufdg8c/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572288113170470162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna getting Barbies for Christmas.  She made out with 4 barbies.  When Anna likes something she really likes it.  Princesses, now Barbies!  At least it's not hard to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVS-g9DQjWI/AAAAAAAAAz0/BTZxo6YOAvk/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVS-g9DQjWI/AAAAAAAAAz0/BTZxo6YOAvk/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572288112317468002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt;.  She'll love that I posted this.  I guess we'll see if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; actually looks at my blog...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDgnrxGEJvs/TVS-gayx3fI/AAAAAAAAAzs/CDxTOM74fog/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDgnrxGEJvs/TVS-gayx3fI/AAAAAAAAAzs/CDxTOM74fog/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572288103121542642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna on Santa's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVS-gJomtXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/vIeUd1TqSzI/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TVS-gJomtXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/vIeUd1TqSzI/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572288098515465586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; on Santa's lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWmU4Xbd4L8/TVS-fyXh9UI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9Ti3aoUgYI8/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWmU4Xbd4L8/TVS-fyXh9UI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9Ti3aoUgYI8/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572288092269835586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; on Santa's lap.  He didn't even cry...he didn't even care for that matter ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0smDHnPa52Y/TVTHZMyFL7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/NrqbyvLp55o/s1600/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0smDHnPa52Y/TVTHZMyFL7I/AAAAAAAAA1c/NrqbyvLp55o/s320/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572297874706083762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-3533398330683141662?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3533398330683141662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=3533398330683141662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3533398330683141662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3533398330683141662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2011/02/annas-birthday-and-stuff.html' title='Anna&apos;s birthday and stuff :)'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMOroqHJxa8/TVTD8mQpMJI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qxhQKzHGmwc/s72-c/Anna%2527s%2Bbirthday%2Band%2Bsome%2B111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-5111692280403752291</id><published>2011-02-07T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:36:45.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Colter, and Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; and I celebrated 5 years this weekend!  I can't believe we've been married 5 years, and neither can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt;.  We didn't do anything terribly exciting.  We went to Salt Lake where my Dad and sister (and her new boyfriend, Thanks Ari) watched our kids while we went out to dinner.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Benihanna's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colter's&lt;/span&gt; favorite!  We wanted to see a play, but as it turned out there was nothing playing that weekend, Nothing.  We checked every theater in the entire Salt lake area.  It was right in between shows.  Anyway, we ate dinner then came home and stayed up playing games with the family.  The Next day was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Colter's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, and conveniently Superbowl Sunday.  So we had a little party and watched the Superbowl before we came home.  A lot has happened in 5 years and we both agreed we didn't think we'd be where we are now.  Neither of us thought we'd have 3 kids, or a house, or a minivan.  We figured probably 1 kid in an apartment while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; was in school.  It's amazing how life is different than what you think.  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I know I haven't update in forever, but seriously, I have 3 kids and it's getting  a lot harder to have some time to myself.  Anyway, I threw together some random pictures since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; was born.  Just a few to update everyone.  Nothing to exciting has been happening.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; finishes his Semester on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!(of course on my birthday!)   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;, only 1 more semester of actual classes then next year he'll be doing rotations.  He's still working at Kmart Pharmacy and he likes it.  I don't know of anything really to tell you about him other than he still has his calling in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elder's&lt;/span&gt; Quorum Presidency as 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; counselor.  He's been getting really good grades this year, and spending a lot less time with us.  But, I'm proud of him.  We are almost there.  Oh, the great news is that his rotations were posted and we get to stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt;.  In case you didn't know, there was a chance we could have ended up in Reno, Boise, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Coeur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;d'Alene&lt;/span&gt;.  So that's really exciting.  Other news, Anna turns 4 in January.  She's doing well.  Big into Barbie now (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yipee&lt;/span&gt;!!).  She is such a good big sister though.  She loves to play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; and talk to him.  It's fun to listen to her talk and she has the biggest imagination.  She is a sweet girl.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; is finally getting out of his terrible two's!!  He loves playing with his big sister and pretty much does whatever she wants him to do.  It's funny to watch them, he'll try to play with her barbies and she says, "you don't like barbies, you like animals!"  He likes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt;, but still tries to play kind of rough with him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; is still a boy through and through! I'm not quite sure my house will survive another winter of him being cooped up, but we'll see.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; is doing great.  He's such a sweet baby.  He loves for me to lay him on the ground and just sit and talk to him.  He'll giggle and laugh and talk back for hours.  He's a pretty content little guy.  He was my good sleeper, but unfortunately, has not been for the last month.  I keep praying he'll come back to it cause 3 bad sleepers has just about killed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; and I.  Me, pretty much I'm the slightly crazy mom with 3 little kids.  I spend my days cleaning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;re-cleaning&lt;/span&gt; up after my kids.  Occasionally, (if I'm good) I get to spend some time with my friends which is a nice change from last year.  I have a new calling at church, I'm Activity Days Leader.  I have to say that I really love it.  I wasn't quite sure at first, but I think the girls are so fun.  It is kind of a stressful calling and a lot more work then I thought, but still it's fun and I enjoy it.  We survived another year of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Colter's&lt;/span&gt; school and the end is in sight.  Hopefully with rotations he'll be around a little more since he won't have so much studying.  And again, the Lord has truly blessed us this year.  We live in a wonderful home with good neighbors and friends and we have healthy, active kids.  I do feel blessed as I look back on our year.  I'm looking forward to another year with my family.  I'm just hoping (and praying) there will be no new additions to our little family in this next coming year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' in his chair while we are doing stuff (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really sure what we're doing, but his is how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; looks pretty often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfmv1Qc4cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GeOi5UtGbt4/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfmv1Qc4cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GeOi5UtGbt4/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550658775181746626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Rachel gave this for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; for Halloween.  He actually got to wear 2 costumes for Halloween.  But doesn't he look adorable!  I think he looks like a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQflWr06T8I/AAAAAAAAAyc/H84Wv0N3S7M/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQflWr06T8I/AAAAAAAAAyc/H84Wv0N3S7M/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550657243641958338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nathen's&lt;/span&gt; favorite pastime.  Grandpa actually decided to pull the sled around behind the horse but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to get down.  He probably would have stayed up there forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjzD4n81I/AAAAAAAAAyU/NlndEwtGvbc/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjzD4n81I/AAAAAAAAAyU/NlndEwtGvbc/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550655532113064786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; taking the kids sledding.  And for those of you that know, this is the same hill and time when I took the kids down and hit the car.  I wish I'd gotten a picture of the car whole hill and car so you guys could understand what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjykevU1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/3BUjCQZDlxg/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjykevU1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/3BUjCQZDlxg/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550655523682997074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt; just smiling and laughing.  He's so cute! I can't help but love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjyMKsNgI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZS5pkIoIS54/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjyMKsNgI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ZS5pkIoIS54/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550655517156455938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; mowing the leaves.  What a boy!  Anna was jumping in them, but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt;.  He has to mow them down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjxQyhshI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CBlRi8PyA0A/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjxQyhshI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CBlRi8PyA0A/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550655501217411602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; laying in our leaves after I raked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjwflKeCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/zzZ7Hx6YqVc/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfjwflKeCI/AAAAAAAAAx0/zzZ7Hx6YqVc/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550655488008026146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiMzyX4AI/AAAAAAAAAxs/BfiwRtvxU7k/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiMzyX4AI/AAAAAAAAAxs/BfiwRtvxU7k/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550653775445221378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Pic at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Cayson's&lt;/span&gt; blessing.  It didn't turn out very well cause of the sun, but this is the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiMUxQEII/AAAAAAAAAxk/aYneT8JEJog/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiMUxQEII/AAAAAAAAAxk/aYneT8JEJog/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550653767119016066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Costume #2 for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Cayson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiLZkQMVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5cclhDGa4HI/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiLZkQMVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/5cclhDGa4HI/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550653751226806610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna was a little Ballerina.  She totally got Halloween this year.  When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; was done, I had to take her and keep going.  She would run up to the door and ring the bell and start shouting, "trick or treat" before anyone even answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiLHmGTKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8eNaENuQo_k/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiLHmGTKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8eNaENuQo_k/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550653746402708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; was a dinosaur.  He wanted to be a bear, but I couldn't find any costumes or patterns for ones that didn't look cheesy.  So we decided to be a dinosaur.  I wish I'd gotten a picture after we went tick or treating.  All the bottom teeth on the dinosaur are chocolaty from him eating candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiKrzWG7I/AAAAAAAAAxM/lmjouSyFfIU/s1600/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfiKrzWG7I/AAAAAAAAAxM/lmjouSyFfIU/s320/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550653738942077874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's a long post!  Happy Holidays to all our Family and Friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-8147870905989521018?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8147870905989521018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=8147870905989521018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8147870905989521018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8147870905989521018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TQfmv1Qc4cI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GeOi5UtGbt4/s72-c/Fall%2BWinter%2B2010%2B183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-1351486435880309019</id><published>2010-08-15T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:05:59.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Cayson Darren Haderlie</title><content type='html'>Cayson was born Thursday, August 12th at 9:33 pm.  He weighed 7lbs 6oz and was 21 inches long.  Everything went really well.  So far he has been a really good baby.  We just hope he stays that way.  Here are a few pictures to get everyone started.  We don't have any great ones of just his face yet, but we will get there.  The kids love their new baby brother.  Anna tells us it's her baby.  Nathen just likes to give him some rough love.  What a blessing he is to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGh_jHux45I/AAAAAAAAAws/MOwrCrY0d9U/s1600/Cayson%27s+birth+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGh_jHux45I/AAAAAAAAAws/MOwrCrY0d9U/s320/Cayson%27s+birth+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505790785807836050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGh_ikT9DsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/ShmmDaqXCm4/s1600/Cayson%27s+birth+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGh_ikT9DsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/ShmmDaqXCm4/s320/Cayson%27s+birth+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505790776300080834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGh-wcymL0I/AAAAAAAAAwc/MS1bXZAVl8o/s1600/Cayson%27s+birth+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGhRz_bElMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/sBgXyTu060U/s320/Cayson%27s+birth+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505740498100589762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGhRze7bBFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/485d__9PCwc/s1600/Cayson%27s+birth+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGhRze7bBFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/485d__9PCwc/s320/Cayson%27s+birth+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505740489377907794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TGhRyjsT8HI/AAAAAAAAAv8/oeOihwxsbtg/s1600/Cayson%27s+birth+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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I've been really bad about posting, I know.  Every time I finally get people to read my blog I get kinda lazy.  Oh well.  I know I promised to show a picture of Nathen's tooth but he doesn't like to hold still.  I asked him to show me his tooth and this is the best I could do.  He's pointing to his broken one so you can't really see it.  I will get Colter to hold him down eventually just so we have documentation of it for when he's older :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLyDDUjkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4SPH1cT_dZc/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLyDDUjkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4SPH1cT_dZc/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482723288299114050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just Nathen being Nathen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLxXOSUqI/AAAAAAAAAvc/kU-fOJPv_mA/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLxXOSUqI/AAAAAAAAAvc/kU-fOJPv_mA/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482723276533944994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and Uncle Micah.  This is the only picture I got of when Micah and Cathy came to visit.  I brought my camera on a little nature walk we took and forgot it in the car so I used their camera, but they haven't sent me any pictures.  It took a full 24 hours for Anna to be this comfortable with Uncle Micah.  I think part of it has to do with the beard and just how tall he his.  Nathen loved his beard.  He would pet it really softly like an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLwrA9T6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/lidoC5018EY/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLwrA9T6I/AAAAAAAAAvU/lidoC5018EY/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482723264666881954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our trip to St. George.  We went down to visit my mom and go to Colter's cousin's wedding.  They have this neat little splash park there called river walk or something.  The kids really loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLwAQ-RaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Qo34wcHJFtw/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLwAQ-RaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Qo34wcHJFtw/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482723253191329186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathen spent his whole time climbing on the rocks in the water and jumping off!  He is such a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFkAOiefI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Yj-KlBUQf5g/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFkAOiefI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Yj-KlBUQf5g/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482716449952922098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna sitting in the river part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFjvThVHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZdZcx4blJxA/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFjvThVHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ZdZcx4blJxA/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482716445410415730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks like such a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFjByQbUI/AAAAAAAAAu0/y4qmBYgFlkY/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFjByQbUI/AAAAAAAAAu0/y4qmBYgFlkY/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482716433191300418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathen in flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFiZcoAeI/AAAAAAAAAus/LCm5y1ZrQyM/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFiZcoAeI/AAAAAAAAAus/LCm5y1ZrQyM/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482716422363152866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colter looks thrilled in this picture, doesn't he?  I tried to get everyone to smile, but some people didn't listen very well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFhhlkZfI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Fw-AUBOVEYk/s1600/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaFhhlkZfI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Fw-AUBOVEYk/s320/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482716407368279538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2932057755242810033?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2932057755242810033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2932057755242810033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2932057755242810033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2932057755242810033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/TBaLyDDUjkI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4SPH1cT_dZc/s72-c/St.+George+%2710+and+June+hiking+trip+%2710+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7583941671294231836</id><published>2010-06-01T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:18:09.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance or Tumbling Class</title><content type='html'>I've been looking into getting Anna in a Dance or Tumbling class this summer.  I haven't really discussed it with Colter yet, I wanted to get some prices and info before I asked him.  Does anyone know of any classes here in Poky for 3 year olds?  I think it would be a lot of fun and something for her to do.  She's always dancing around the house pretending she's a ballerina.  Anyway, if anyone know of anything cheap that's fun let me know.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7583941671294231836?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7583941671294231836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7583941671294231836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7583941671294231836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7583941671294231836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-or-tumbling-class.html' title='Dance or Tumbling Class'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7879738376875947915</id><published>2010-05-10T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:36:26.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Finally!</title><content type='html'>So I finally have some pictures to post!  Some of these are just random, but the majority are from a trip we took to a dinosaur museum near my dad's house at Thanksgiving Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just Anna being cheesy one day.  I still think she's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jMveNRdDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/A7WB0cWtYxk/s1600/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jMveNRdDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/A7WB0cWtYxk/s320/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469846863376118834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at the St. George Temple when the kids and I went a visited my mom during mid-terms.  Anna kept telling me she was getting married to Nathen that day at the temple.  So I decided to take her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jMu1iLlwI/AAAAAAAAAuM/KBqowLn0ZEc/s1600/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jMu1iLlwI/AAAAAAAAAuM/KBqowLn0ZEc/s320/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469846852457961218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are at the Dinosaur museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jMuIMUQwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/l86YFtK_G3g/s1600/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jMuIMUQwI/AAAAAAAAAuE/l86YFtK_G3g/s320/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469846840286659330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLkeClQ_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/be0mIYq0pLY/s1600/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLkeClQ_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/be0mIYq0pLY/s320/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469845574841091058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLj-4j4yI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Lwvj-81yBpM/s1600/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLj-4j4yI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Lwvj-81yBpM/s320/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469845566477558562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathen loved the museum.  He loved the huge dinosaur.  Anna was scared stiff.  This is pretty much how she spent the entire time, except the places where the kids could just play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLjdyKYSI/AAAAAAAAAts/oLgiCtjz_Tg/s1600/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLjdyKYSI/AAAAAAAAAts/oLgiCtjz_Tg/s320/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469845557592351010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLiyiSEiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2W3lFC5C4lo/s1600/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLiyiSEiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2W3lFC5C4lo/s320/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469845545983021602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLiUHuUuI/AAAAAAAAAtc/I71GwAmi_Jw/s1600/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jLiUHuUuI/AAAAAAAAAtc/I71GwAmi_Jw/s320/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469845537818563298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7879738376875947915?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7879738376875947915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7879738376875947915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7879738376875947915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7879738376875947915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-finally.html' title='Pictures Finally!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S-jMveNRdDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/A7WB0cWtYxk/s72-c/03-07-10+sheds+and+utah+trips+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-2170962804058546144</id><published>2010-04-22T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:05:06.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathen!!</title><content type='html'>So, just a quick update (I promise pictures will come).  Today was somewhat of an eventful day.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; was playing on the couch and leaned over to touch the piano.  Just to let you know, I actually sold my old piano and the new one (my mom's) is already moved in.  Anyway, it's a nice black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lacquer&lt;/span&gt; and somewhat slippery.  So he leaned over to touch the piano and slipped falling face first into the piano onto the edge.  Well, the piano won and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; managed to chip his front tooth right in half!!  Seriously, right in half.  Not only did he chip his tooth, he gouged out a small chunk of the piano.  My poor kid.  Mouth bleeding, I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt;  and my Mom to find out what I was suppose to do, take him to the doctor or dentist.  Both said dentist, so to the dentist we went.  They luckily had and opening today.  Well, his tooth wasn't loose, so that's good.  Bad news, it will turn a lovely shade of dark grey and we will have to wait for it to fall out before he has normal teeth again.  So now my son will live with half a dark grey tooth right in front until he's like 7 and he's not even 2 yet!  I seriously thought our first major incident with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; would be something like stitches or broken bone (although I don't want either).  I didn't not think he would break his teeth and have to live with it for the next 5 years!  Well, now our only concern is to watch it for infection or other stuff.  The dentist wasn't exactly clear all he said was expect it to turn grey, watch for infection, and if we notice anything unusual give him a call.  He also said that in 3 weeks when the gums and tooth have had time to heal, we will come back in and sand down the tooth some so it's not so sharp and jagged.  Oh the joys of raising boys!!  I promise pictures will come cause I know you'll all be dying to see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2170962804058546144?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2170962804058546144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2170962804058546144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2170962804058546144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2170962804058546144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/nathen.html' title='Nathen!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-394671693850583416</id><published>2010-03-24T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T14:02:40.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Suprise, Suprise</title><content type='html'>Well, it's always a surprise to find out what you are having.  I had my ultrasound today and boy am I glad that's over with.  I'm always told that my bladder is never full enough so today I tried to make sure it was very full, and I succeeded!  Almost to the point of peeing my pants more than once!!  Anyway, as for the long awaited news...we are having a BOY!!  I can't exactly say how I feel about this yet.  I'm not sad, but slightly taken back.  Anna has been telling us forever that she is having a baby sister and I believed her.  Everything from the beginning has been telling me it's a girl, the extreme nausea in the beginning, being tired.  I know these are classic signs of just plain pregnancy, but for me, Nathen's pregnancy was a breeze and Anna's wasn't.  So, it's going to take a little time to adjust.  I was so sure that I gave Anna the bigger room and decorated it in all Princess.  This is the room our baby boy will be sharing with her.  Also, I told everyone if we are having another boy, then I was done.  Nathen can be quite difficult sometimes.  If we'd had another girl ( I guess I should clarify, easy girl) then I would have been open to another child.  I guess we'll see how everything goes.  Maybe if we have an easy boy that might change my mind.  Still, I just feel so shocked at being wrong...what does that say about Mother's Intuition :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-394671693850583416?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/394671693850583416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=394671693850583416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/394671693850583416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/394671693850583416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/suprise-suprise.html' title='Suprise, Suprise'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-8805546343080124617</id><published>2010-03-15T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:33:04.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad parenting'/><title type='text'>Nathen on a leash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.websticky.co.uk/eBay/gb_white-face-monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.websticky.co.uk/eBay/gb_white-face-monkey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so I use to think these things looked pretty silly.  But, after everything that has happened today, I'm seriously considering buying one.  Before you judge, let me tell you the story and it's a long one.  I use to be one of those people who looked at parents with stuff like this and thought they were slightly ridiculous.  Okay seriously ridiculous.  Now I realize, as I should have before, I will always live to eat my words (or thoughts!).  I took a friend with me to Idaho Falls today to go shopping.  I had Anna and Nathen, and she had her 4 or 5 year old girl, and her boy that is like 1 months younger than Nathen.  Her son sat patiently in the cart WITHOUT being buckled in and let us shop.  Oh, but not Nathen.  He wouldn't sit in the stroller while at the mall, or in the cart at the other stores.  He seriously hates being confined.  Anyway, to get on with my story, we decided to go to Target and Nathen kept trying to climb out of the cart.  To keep him from screaming or getting hurt, I was trying to be patient with him (I hate getting the "look" from the other people in the store about my screaming child) so I let him down to run around while we shopped instead of strapping him into the cart.  Anna and my friends daughter were walking so I figured Nathen would stay around us as well.  At first it worked out pretty well, then Nathen ran off.  We were right smack in the middle of the store.  I found him pretty easily, but as soon as I saw him he ran off.  Here is where I win the award for Bad Parenting. He ran away from me, but right in the direction of my friend and the kids, not more than 10 feet away.  Instead of instantly following him, I waited all of 2 minutes to look at something (kids clothes).  As soon as I walked over to the group I realize Nathen is not there.  I swear I kept hearing him, but I couldn't see him.  My friend and I start looking all over the place instantly while yelling, "Nathen."  I started to get panicked, but figured he was still somewhere close.  No, he wasn't.  My friend finally asks a store clerk who tells us a boy is up at the service desk IN THE FRONT OF THE STORE.  I was still thinking everything was okay, then the clerk who gives him to me tells me he went right out of the store into the parking lot.  Another customer brought him back into the store!!  The sad thing is, he wasn't in the least bit scared.  He could have been taken, he could have been hit, the bad things that could have happened are endless and I still feel sick about it.  And to make matters worse, later the SAME day we (Colter, Anna, Nathen, and myself) went for a walk and Nathen ran away from me and right into the street where there was a passing car!!  Colter says these harnesses are ridiculous and he doesn't want me spending money on a "leash" for our child.  But, after the events of today, I feel my only options are to "leash" Nathen until he responds to discipline (like age 12) or perhaps never leave the house again.  I read lots of reviews of people who feel the same way as Colter.  Most of them said it's just bad parenting and I need to teach my child better.  My question is, if this happened to you what would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-8805546343080124617?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8805546343080124617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=8805546343080124617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8805546343080124617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8805546343080124617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/nathen-on-leash.html' title='Nathen on a leash.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7470247905251462148</id><published>2010-02-18T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:55:38.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano for Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S339CT7xIXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/s9qAY807WJk/s1600-h/Christmas+09+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S339CT7xIXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/s9qAY807WJk/s320/Christmas+09+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439782141085950322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying to sell my Piano.  It's not much to look at on the outside, but it plays really well.  The inside is in great condition.  It's an old player piano, but doesn't have the player parts anymore.  If any one's interested let me know.  I'm only asking $300 for it. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7470247905251462148?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7470247905251462148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7470247905251462148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7470247905251462148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7470247905251462148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/piano-for-sale.html' title='Piano for Sale'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S339CT7xIXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/s9qAY807WJk/s72-c/Christmas+09+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-6882275796665985228</id><published>2010-02-17T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:31:40.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3zCXfTzoYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8ngD7N1jSnI/s1600-h/Christmas+09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3zCXfTzoYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8ngD7N1jSnI/s320/Christmas+09+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439436158754070914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This first picture is of Anna drawing on her Magnadoodle Santa brought her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so I finally got my charger back, and here are some Christmas Pictures.  The pictures are totally out of order.  I got tired of trying to reorder them so here we go.  Our kids were totally spoiled.  They had all their gifts from all grandparents and parents this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is Nathen, he got a tricycle from Grandpa Renfeldt.  Grandma Haderlie is pushing him around on it since he can't reach the pedals or the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3y_l95vvUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rYRYST8l7-E/s1600-h/Christmas+09+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3y_l95vvUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rYRYST8l7-E/s320/Christmas+09+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439433108949548354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Christmas morning looked like before we unwrapped all the presents.  The majority of these presents are for the kids.  There's a huge pile to the right of the pic that continues on out of sight.  Trust me it was a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3y6JaTFtKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/OM6Wft2YHEg/s1600-h/Christmas+09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3y6JaTFtKI/AAAAAAAAAsg/OM6Wft2YHEg/s320/Christmas+09+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439427120797693090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna and Nathen sitting on Santa's Lap.  Nathen didn't scream, he just looked at Santa and then reached his hands out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3y6I1Z8TxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/n4lZIxhnGXo/s1600-h/Christmas+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3y6I1Z8TxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/n4lZIxhnGXo/s320/Christmas+09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439427110894325522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna, of course, now knows Santa brings presents so she wasn't scared at all.  It was cute, when he asked her what she wanted for Christmas all she said was, "I want Christmas."  What she was referring to was her presents that were wrapped under the tree at that time.  we told her she couldn't have her presents till Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3y6ISGD2LI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dapg0CIhMsg/s1600-h/Christmas+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3y6ISGD2LI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dapg0CIhMsg/s320/Christmas+09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439427101415692466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-6882275796665985228?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6882275796665985228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=6882275796665985228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6882275796665985228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6882275796665985228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-at-last.html' title='Christmas at Last'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/S3zCXfTzoYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/8ngD7N1jSnI/s72-c/Christmas+09+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-8907201257938847040</id><published>2010-02-12T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:00:43.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Door-to-Door Salesmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mba/lowres/mban2482l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mba/lowres/mban2482l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can I just tell everyone how sick of door-to-door salesman I am?  Seriously, my neighborhood must be some kind of huge money-making market because I'm pretty sure I average about 3 salesmen a week!  I don't think I've ever lived anywhere where we've had so many, in my whole life!!  We get all kinds too.  House-painters (yes my house is a really ugly color), security systems (pretty much know everyone on the street thank you, and my neighbor always keeps an eye out when we're gone), even lawn care (I know my lawn is currently ugly, it's WINTER!).  Usually, I try to be a pretty nice person, I know they are just trying to make a living, but seriously, I can't take anymore.  Case-in-point, here's today's scenario: scene opens when I open front door, 2 crying children in background.  "Can I help you?" (side note, I'm still in pajamas even though it's noon).  Salesman, "how are you today, has your day been great so far?"  me, with a very unexcited expression, "kinda," (still 2 crying children in background), Salesman, "That's wonderful! We're here just finding out how many homes have dish around here, do you have a dish?"  Me, somewhat annoyed, "nope," Salesman, "oh, you must have cable." me, "nope" Salesman, "have you ever considered owning a dish?" me, "nope" Salesman, fully unaware of my sour expression, "is that because of the price?"  me, "nope" Salesman, "do you have TV from the internet?" me, more annoyed (children still crying in background), "nope"  Salesman, finally looking at me, "oh well..." about to launch into full presentation recognizes crying children and my annoyed look, "well I hope you have a good day." And scene closes as I just shut the door without saying Thanks.  The sad thing is that this same company has come around before, just a different guy.  We just get soooooooo many, that I've been prompted to make this sign (Colter won't let me hang it from the front door):&lt;br /&gt;Have no extra money to spend on your product/service, even if it's considered "free."  Please move on to the next house.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was reasonable,  What do you think?  Should I hang it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-8907201257938847040?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8907201257938847040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=8907201257938847040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8907201257938847040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8907201257938847040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/door-to-door-salesmen.html' title='Door-to-Door Salesmen'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7851701673902013495</id><published>2010-02-05T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:10:08.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was my 4th Anniversary.  I am very lucky to be married to such an amazing man.  He is, in every way, my best friend.  I cannot believe it's been only 4 years.  It feels like we've been married a lot longer, but definitely in a good way.  I really enjoy Colter.  We have our ups and downs, but mostly our marriage is wonderful.  4 years ago yesterday, I woke up at 5:30am to start my day by taking a really long shower :).  Then, I went and had my makeup and hair done, had bridal pictures taken, picked up flowers, and finally (at around 1pm I believe), met my husband at the temple.  The actual story of the temple is too good to pass up on, so here it goes.  If you know my husband at all, you would know he's a stickler about being on time.  So when I showed up 15minutes late, I was somewhat stressed that he'd be a little upset.  However, low and behold, he was not there.  So patiently I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.  Pretty soon, as I'm sitting in the lobby (because you can't actually enter the temple without your soon-to-be spouse), my family and his pass me to go to my wedding.  At this point, I become somewhat panicked.  You can imagine the million thoughts that passed through my mind, ranging from him being hurt, to me being left at the alter.  I find someone in his family and asked them to make some calls for me.  I couldn't track down his parents, siblings, or him.  Yes, I was very worried. At this point, he is a good 45 minutes late, and that is when I recall him telling me he was going to do a session prior to our marriage.  Yes, a live session at the Salt Lake Temple.  I tell a temple worker, and off they go to retrieve him from his session.  Every so calmly, I finally see him walking out and I almost, almost break down and start crying.  Of course, as you all know, there is paper work and things to do prior to your actual sealing, which meant we would be very late for our wedding.  As we sit there waiting for our turn to sign papers, he leans over to me and says, "umm, we are running really late, so you need to hurry when you go to dress."  I was a little stunned, especially since he's the reason we are so late :).  Anyway, to continue, we do our paper work and part to go dress, my little old temple worker escort (the one that shows you around) says to me, "you take all the time you want to get dressed, this is your wedding and I promise they won't start without you."  I almost wanted to laugh, I hadn't realized she overhead what he said to me.  Our sealing went on, and we did get married.  Afterwards, however, the same temple worker made me take my time to dress before we left to meet our family outside the temple.  She also would not let me leave the Bride's room until she felt my new husband had been waiting an appropriate amount of time for me (which turned out to be exactly 15 minutes).  It was a very happy day however.  I am very, very happy with my choice of husbands.  He is a wonderful father.  Loves his family, and loves the Lord.  We have been blessed since that day we were married/sealed in the temple.  I am so excited to be able to share an eternity with my best friend, and look forward to many, many more anniversaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7851701673902013495?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7851701673902013495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7851701673902013495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7851701673902013495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7851701673902013495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-1227326442971063430</id><published>2010-02-02T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:47:19.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for your ideas for our Anniversary.  It did help.  We decided to stay in The Old Mill Cabins. The website looks nice, so I'm excited.  Now on for things to do.  We know about the Snow Days, and will probably go to it for awhile.  I need some other ideas for things to do, otherwise we will spend the whole day traveling around see all of Colter's fam!  Not that seeing his family is bad in anyway, but just not what I had pictured for an Anniversary.  So, some more help would be great.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-1227326442971063430?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1227326442971063430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=1227326442971063430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1227326442971063430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1227326442971063430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-6767609072225863490</id><published>2010-01-29T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:00:32.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update</title><content type='html'>So Nathen did not sleep through the night last night, he ended up with Colter and I ended up with Anna.  And we decided tonight to officially put him in a toddler bed after he crawled out of his crib and bonked his head quite a few times.  Now we have the gate up in his doorway to keep in his room.  Luckily, he did actually fall asleep in his bed, although I don't know if he stayed there when  I put him in it.  I think we are up for another very long night tonight!  Not great when Colter and I are both now sick :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-6767609072225863490?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6767609072225863490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=6767609072225863490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6767609072225863490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6767609072225863490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-update.html' title='Another update'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-302089154181450665</id><published>2010-01-28T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:03:22.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to post really quickly that Nathen and Anna slept all night in their own beds.  YAY!!  Colter has been really sick lately so he's been unable to get up with Nathen, and since I'm a proponent (at this age at least) of letting them cry that's what I've been doing.  2 nights ago was miserable, he cried from like 2 till 4 in the morning.  But, last night was a major improvement.  I did what I did the night before, when he started to cry, I went into him room picked him up found his pacifier and blankie, told him I loved him, gave him a kiss and tucked him his crib.  He cried really hard when I left, but I'm pretty sure it only lasted like 15 minutes.  What a huge improvement!!!  Since Nathen didn't cry all night, Anna never woke up enough to want to crawl in bed with me, so for the first time in like 6 weeks, Colter and I slept in the same bed for an entire night, without the aid of someone else (like my mom getting up with Nathen)!  I'm so excited.  I'm hoping that by the time Colter is over his cold, Nathen will be sleeping through the night.  That means 26 weeks of sleep till the new baby comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder, still need ideas.  Gonna have to make some permanent plans for our Anniversary asap!  Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-302089154181450665?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/302089154181450665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=302089154181450665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/302089154181450665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/302089154181450665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/exciting.html' title='Exciting'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-3655028717493088208</id><published>2010-01-27T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:46:27.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer!</title><content type='html'>Well, I won't be posting with pictures for awhile!  I left my camera battery charger in Star Valley over Christmas.  I was totally bummed because I had no camera for Anna's 3rd b-day party and I can't update any Christmas pictures or anything.  So everyone, just be patient!  To top off my bummer day, I'm pretty sure I can't do what I had planned for my Anniversary.  This  year will be 4 years ( it really doesn't sound that long, but with 2 kids and one on the way it feels longer...in a good way).  Anyway, I got this great idea in October, before I was pregnant, to rent Snowmobiles for the day and then to rent a cabin for us for the night of our Anniversary, or weekend rather.  I was so excited for it.  I saved all my piano money and babysitting money so I could surprise Colter.  I knew he would be totally thrilled.  He's always talking about wanting to go snowmobiling and now we'd have a chance to go together.  Anyway, as I'm planning my trip and checking out rental places and cabins online I call his mom to confirm her watching our kids and maybe see if they want to celebrate his birthday Sunday while we are there and she tells me that I probably won't be able to go sledding especially for a full day while pregnant.  I immediately start googling it and low and behold she's right.  Everything online suggests that unless I do a "light" trip, which won't be fun for Colter, that I shouldn't be doing it.  I am totally bummed.  I had to break down and tell Colter what my plans were so he and I could come up with some alternatives.  I have my first Dr. appointment tomorrow and I'll ask to make sure, but I bet I'll hear the same thing, sure and long as you "take it easy" and maybe go "light."  Bummer!!  Anyway, I suggested we go to Jackson for the day, but Colter is swayed toward staying in Star Valley.  Anyone have any suggestions??  We need to stay near the Valley so we can spend Sunday with his fam, but other than that I'm up for options.  Our Anniversary weekend is planned for Feb 6th.  By the way, answering questions about this pregnancy.  I found out right after my birthday, Dec. 15th.  I was at my mom's and my suspicions were confirmed when my period never showed up, but I didn't take a test officially till I was home with Colter.  I think I'm around 11 weeks, but not sure since my Dr. appointments tomorrow.  I know I'm due August 15th though.  I'm sorta excited, but mostly scared.  I wasn't so upset this time when I found out, so that's an improvement.  I really, mostly don't know what to think.  Sometimes I think 2 is beyond my control, what I'm going to do with 3...I know, never leave the house again!!  This pregnancy has also been by far the hardest.  Either I'm too old for this already, or my body is trying to tell me that it doesn't like being pregnant.  Not one of my pregnancies has been anything alike.  Quite often I question my abilities as a mother.  I know that everyone feels like me sometimes, but my kids do things that I just don't hear from other mothers.  Like rubbing butter into my carpet, or more recently finding paint and painting each other, the rocking chair, couch, and some carpet (in less then 15 minutes).  And for my final thought (yes, I know I'm rambling a little) I've decided to write a book of all the things my kids do, so hopefully when they are older and their kids do this too (I'm hoping) I can show them what they did to me!!  But, yes I love my kids, and I'm excited to having another one.  Please everyone, just pray with me that this one is a sleeper. I don't think I can take another one that won't sleep through the night!  Hope this answers every one's questions.  Please, also reply.  I'm desperate to come up with some fun alternative activities for my Anniversary.  I wanted it to be so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-3655028717493088208?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3655028717493088208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=3655028717493088208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3655028717493088208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3655028717493088208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/bummer.html' title='Bummer!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-5829088775292095553</id><published>2009-12-28T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:20:00.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Suprise</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays (even if they are late).  We have had a very busy and eventful year.  I was hoping to get our Christmas cards and letter off in the mail this year, but unfortunately didn't.  However, we have had a wonderful year to share.  Starting with Colter, he has been busy, busy as always with school.  We were very fortunate to be able to get a job in his field this summer.  He worked for Kmart Pharmacy in Rexburg.  Traveling was not great, but they gave him 4 tens so he could be home with us on a 3 day break every week.  He not only was able to keep his job but also got one here in Poky for the school year.  Kmart had an opening here so he worked every other weekend here, and the others in Rexburg cutting down on traveling.  What a blessing!!  He has really enjoyed all he's learning in the field and in school.  Anna turned 2 at the beginning of this year and has turned into quite the little girl.  It's amazing to watch her learn new things.  She has a new "best friend" Addy, who she loves playing with.  She also loves to call her Grandparents on the phone and talk with them.  Nathen is our boy through and through.  Oh how he has grown this year!  Not only did he learn to crawl and walk, he learned to climb.  And climb he does, onto and into anything he can, from the kitchen table to the toilet.  We find him into everything.   Our house had to quickly become "Nathen proofed" and continues on a daily basis.  He, also is turning into quite a little boy.  He loves playing with his big sister, but has learned how to get his own way and keep his own toys.  During the summer, he loved playing outside and doing anything with Daddy.  I have had an eventful year.  At the beginning of the year I babysat out of my home for 1 semester and decided not to do it again.  Of course, as the need arrived (and a friend asked) I am babysitting again, only much less.  I also took on a piano student this year and have truly enjoyed it.  I have been continually blessed that I can stay home with my kids and for the most part, I enjoy my time with them.  As a family, we enjoyed our first family camping trip this summer, our first garden, and many other firsts this year.  As the year winds down we find we have one more surprise.  We are expecting baby number 3.  As always, it was another surprise but we are excited for the addition to our family.  We are looking forward to another year.  We know we are blessed and see our Saviours influence in our lives daily.  We wish all of you Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year to come.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Haderlies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-5829088775292095553?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5829088775292095553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=5829088775292095553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5829088775292095553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5829088775292095553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-suprise.html' title='Holiday Suprise'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-4516552147050073748</id><published>2009-12-21T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:59:48.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well our new family pictures finally arrived!!  We took these about a week before Halloween, with the hopes of being able to send out Christmas Cards with our new family picture.  A friend of mine who is starting up a small photography business did the pictures for us. (here's a link to her blog &lt;a href="http://simpleinspirations-byrachel.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://simpleinspirations-byrachel.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)  She does a wonderful job.  Anyway, shortly after our photo shoot, her computer crashed and she was unable to do any photo editing.  Well about a week or so ago, she finally got her computer back from being fixed and brought us over our CD.  She really did a great job, but there's nothing like seeing pictures of yourself to make you want to lose some weight and work out more :)  It was actually freezing that day.  I tried to dress the kids warmly but we only got about 1/2 hour before they just couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417918548769414450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBQNvlmnTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6VBjkfiVS6o/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+017.jpg" /&gt;I asked her to get a lot of Nathen since we've never had pictures taken of just him.  He's such a boy playing with sticks and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBQNJSS_rI/AAAAAAAAAsA/xwdGGLV8LZI/s1600-h/Fall+Family+Pics+09+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417918538487889586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBQNJSS_rI/AAAAAAAAAsA/xwdGGLV8LZI/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorites of Nathen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBQMgTGuwI/AAAAAAAAAr4/4JM9QtpmIjM/s1600-h/Fall+Family+Pics+09+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417918527485426434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBQMgTGuwI/AAAAAAAAAr4/4JM9QtpmIjM/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Favorite of Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBQMNgXbII/AAAAAAAAArw/LzMlOCCSYD4/s1600-h/Fall+Family+Pics+09+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417918522440772738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBQMNgXbII/AAAAAAAAArw/LzMlOCCSYD4/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPgm7nmTI/AAAAAAAAAro/_Bk5WY4vVD0/s1600-h/Fall+Family+Pics+09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917773351721266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPgm7nmTI/AAAAAAAAAro/_Bk5WY4vVD0/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPgGtcCDI/AAAAAAAAArg/5mTIpmR0OAM/s1600-h/Fall+Family+Pics+09+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917764702308402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPgGtcCDI/AAAAAAAAArg/5mTIpmR0OAM/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPfTJR2JI/AAAAAAAAArY/N8d9fm5lk3k/s1600-h/Fall+Family+Pics+09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917750860437650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPfTJR2JI/AAAAAAAAArY/N8d9fm5lk3k/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPfMXXnEI/AAAAAAAAArQ/L9KZTCiWyB8/s1600-h/Fall+Family+Pics+09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917749040487490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPfMXXnEI/AAAAAAAAArQ/L9KZTCiWyB8/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPecfKNGI/AAAAAAAAArI/ShNgjer7-tU/s1600-h/Fall+Family+Pics+09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917736188261474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBPecfKNGI/AAAAAAAAArI/ShNgjer7-tU/s400/Fall+Family+Pics+09+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-4516552147050073748?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4516552147050073748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=4516552147050073748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4516552147050073748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4516552147050073748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-family-pictures.html' title='New Family Pictures'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SzBQNvlmnTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/6VBjkfiVS6o/s72-c/Fall+Family+Pics+09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-4680120876714118999</id><published>2009-11-11T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:59:05.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>My Little Rant</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I need to let out a little steam!!  I think it is really rude to no call, no show someone.  If I have ever done this to anyone reading this, I am truly sorry.  Today, my "new" piano student didn't show up, or call, or anything!  I waited for 45 minutes before I gave up.  What makes this even worse is that I had a babysitter come over and watch the kids.  I figured I'd have to do this until they got use to a late piano session.  So basically, I paid someone to watch my kids while I sat upstairs waiting.  So rude!  This just reinforces my idea to make my students pay me for missed lessons if they don't call.  I don't care if they call right at the time lesson is suppose to start as long as they CALL!  There is so much I could be doing with my time.  Needless to say, I will not be accepting this piano student, unless they have some amazing excuse...(like they got pulled over by a police officer who took their phone into possession :))  What a waste of time and money, geez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-4680120876714118999?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4680120876714118999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=4680120876714118999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4680120876714118999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4680120876714118999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-rant.html' title='My Little Rant'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-3423484844019295667</id><published>2009-11-10T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:53:06.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><title type='text'>Amazing Hubby!</title><content type='html'>Today I just felt like letting everyone know what an amazing husband I have.  I have been sick all day today.  It was really awful (have I ever mentioned how much I hate being sick!).  Anyway, he got home from school and 10 this morning and just let me sleep.  By noon, I was not doing much better.  He called in to work, even though we need the money, and took care of the kids all day while I laid in bed.  He made them lunch and dinner, bathed them, played with them, then put them to bed.  He never complained about the lack of studying, even though he has a test this Friday.  I'm very grateful for such a great husband.  I really know he loves me when he gives me service like this.  Love you hubby, and thanks for everything today.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-3423484844019295667?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3423484844019295667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=3423484844019295667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3423484844019295667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3423484844019295667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing-hubby.html' title='Amazing Hubby!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-3449501564594449104</id><published>2009-11-05T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:13:47.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween was a lot of fun.  Our ward Halloween party/truck-or-treat was Friday and then Halloween was Saturday so the kids (I mean parents :)) got double the candy.  We invited my Dad to come up which was a lot of fun.  He ripped the rocks out of the basement. YAY!!! Pictures will come later.  I asked him for tile for my b-day so we can have it all finished in the basement.  Already the kids are playing around it less.  Anyway, as I said he came up on Friday, which was great because Colter was in Rexburg.  Then on Saturday, Colter's parents came up as well.  We had quite the entourage for trick-or-treating :)  Colter, unfortunately wasn't able to get off early so he could go with us.  He was really disappointed.  This first picture is of Monday's (before Halloween) fhe.  We finally carved our pumpkins.  The kids loved sticking their hands in the pumpkins to feel the gooey stuff inside.  Both of them were eating the pumpkin seeds raw, YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SvN_4fN4_kI/AAAAAAAAAqo/O6qop9cQOYM/s1600-h/hal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400800986576518722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SvN_4fN4_kI/AAAAAAAAAqo/O6qop9cQOYM/s400/hal3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Friday night for the ward Halloween Party.  I tried to give Nathen a 5 o'clock shadow but he kept jumping off the couch (face first) and the makeup wore off before we left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SvN_4AqhRbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/VdnE6-jc9tE/s1600-h/hal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400800978375099826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SvN_4AqhRbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/VdnE6-jc9tE/s400/hal1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Saturday night.  It really wasn't cold that night and all they needed were warm shirts on but, Anna insisted on wearing her coat so Nathen wore his jacket as well.  Colter's Dad decided to stay home and hand out candy.  I think he was slightly embarrassed, there were 3 adults (not including him) to the 2 children.  We didn't get very far though.  The kids got tired pretty quick and they were scared of the people who wore masks.  After a few houses they even got tired of getting out of the wagon.  It was pretty funny, we would ring the doorbell and Anna would say "trick-or-treat" and hold up her bucket from the wagon.  I don't think very many people thought that was funny, but I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SvN_33ldACI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gj34Wm37xtQ/s1600-h/hal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400800975937929250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SvN_33ldACI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gj34Wm37xtQ/s400/hal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-3449501564594449104?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3449501564594449104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=3449501564594449104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3449501564594449104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3449501564594449104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SvN_4fN4_kI/AAAAAAAAAqo/O6qop9cQOYM/s72-c/hal3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7947886072304959978</id><published>2009-10-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:25:13.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silliness'/><title type='text'>Summer Silliness</title><content type='html'>So in the interest of keeping my blog updated.  Here are some more pictures from the summer.  The first two are some of my favorites.  Anna was outside playing with sidewalk chalk, while Nathen was eating it.  That's right, eating it!!  He started being silly and Anna joined in.  Now he loves to put his face to the screen every time he goes outside.  I can't help but laugh when I look at these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Stah-Jpzs8I/AAAAAAAAAqE/UFApByb0T6U/s1600-h/silliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392675692937982914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Stah-Jpzs8I/AAAAAAAAAqE/UFApByb0T6U/s400/silliness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here in Poky there's a pet shop (Mckees) that has a petting zoo attached to it.  It's completely free and whenever I need to get out we go visit "the animals".  It's actually a lot of fun.  Anna falls more and more in love with puppies every time we go. Nathen likes the monkey better, but they ask you not to take pictures of the monkey.  Sometime when I see how much Anna likes the puppies I am tempted to get her one.  Then I remember who would be doing all the work and I'm over the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Stag0AQh2gI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SJk7VBVie1U/s1600-h/mckees2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392674419105716738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Stag0AQh2gI/AAAAAAAAAp8/SJk7VBVie1U/s400/mckees2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of the fruits of my labor, quite literally.  I took some pictures of veggies we harvested from our garden.  This is towards the beginning.  We actually had a lot more, but I didn't take any pictures of the rest.  Probably the only reason I took pictures here is because of the funky carrot I pulled.  It actually grew around another carrot and that's why it looks that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StagzvepY8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/1r27lBWR3rI/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392674414601528258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StagzvepY8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/1r27lBWR3rI/s400/garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7947886072304959978?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7947886072304959978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7947886072304959978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7947886072304959978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7947886072304959978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-silliness.html' title='Summer Silliness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Stah-Jpzs8I/AAAAAAAAAqE/UFApByb0T6U/s72-c/silliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-2638653713961157804</id><published>2009-10-11T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:40:59.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><title type='text'>Summer Highlights!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm finally updating the blog with all the fun stuff we did this summer. I know I should have done this forever ago, but it's hard to get the laptop these days and that's where all the pictures are. This first picture is our first camping trip together as a family! It was so much fun. I absolutely loved it. Nathen and Anna loved it too. Anna loved that she got to sleep in a "fort" and Nathen just loves being outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485284462346450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnTQgfwNI/AAAAAAAAAps/QrGyRo53Gzs/s400/camping.jpg" /&gt;Anna had her first smore. Well, not her actual first smore but the first one over a campfire. The trip was fun, but the funniest part was that we forgot sooooo much stuff. Nathen was still on formula. So I remembered to bring a thermos for the warm water in the middle of the night. But, I forgot to bring anything to boil water in (duh!!). We only had dutch ovens. Also, I remembered knives and cutting boards, etc., but of course forgot to bring soap to wash the utensils with. The best part was, Colter brought a shovel to put out our fire, but he forgot to bring firewood, or an axe to get firewood. We had this pathetic little fire with a box of wood we bought for like $10 a box. Also, we planned to camp next to a river to float, we forgot tubes!! Next time we won't forget so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485276349715026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnSySS0lI/AAAAAAAAApk/9Z-rrlgcujs/s400/camping2.jpg" /&gt;After camping in Island Park (a way cute State Park here in Idaho about 2 to 3 hours from here) we drove into Yellowstone, which was only like and hour from Island Park. We made a fantastic day trip and saw all kinds of stuff. The kids did really good in the car. I don't know why I didn't get more pictures in Yellowstone, but this is pretty much all I had. We saw and did lots of fun stuff, like seeing a lot of Hot Pools and buffalo, to swimming in a shallow river with the kids. Nathen loved seeing all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnSYI-KrI/AAAAAAAAApc/iFDZMW_zY7o/s1600-h/yellowstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485269331290802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnSYI-KrI/AAAAAAAAApc/iFDZMW_zY7o/s400/yellowstone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was just a funny day at home with the kids while Colter was in Rexburg all summer. The collage is actually 2 different days. The first was when we had Sloppy Joes. I love how "sloppy" Nathen looks compared to Anna! The next is day it rained. Anna ran outside and said "umbella, umbella." I couldn't find one so she put a bucket over her head and said, "umbella!" And then she ran around in circles. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnR1THxkI/AAAAAAAAApU/xgRdV3fZ5nc/s1600-h/rainy+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485259978622530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnR1THxkI/AAAAAAAAApU/xgRdV3fZ5nc/s400/rainy+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our Cox family reunion (Colter's Grandma on his mom's side). It's actually a lot of fun. Nathen did his all time favorite thing...play in the dirt. Both the kids had fun picking peas out of Grandma's garden and eating them. They really enjoyed playing with the cousins and making crafts. It's a great weekend. Colter is the horseshoe champion at the reunion! (or at least that's his favorite game to play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnRjhiKuI/AAAAAAAAApM/zQyFEgmVQmo/s1600-h/fam+reuinion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485255207234274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnRjhiKuI/AAAAAAAAApM/zQyFEgmVQmo/s400/fam+reuinion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry I haven't kept the blog up. I promise to keep trying to update it. Sometimes it feels like life all the sudden goes fast forward, then some one hits slow play for a minute, then back to fast forward. Right now, life is on fast forward. Always so much to do, and never enough time. Some good new though. We finally have Nathen sleeping through the night! It's actually a miracle. We've resorted to waking him up before we go to bed and feeding him. I'm not even kidding, but after he eats a granola bar, he will sleep without a peep for the whole night! Also, Anna is pretty much potty trained!! YAY! After a week of driving...I mean traveling, (or at least it felt that way) and stopping every 2 hours for her. She's pretty much got it. She hasn't had an accident in over a week. Hopefully when this last pull up is gone, I can put her in panties to bed as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2638653713961157804?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2638653713961157804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2638653713961157804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2638653713961157804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2638653713961157804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-highlights.html' title='Summer Highlights!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/StJnTQgfwNI/AAAAAAAAAps/QrGyRo53Gzs/s72-c/camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7932257309030434028</id><published>2009-08-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:00:23.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts...YAY!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a month since I last posted. How time flies!! Colter will be starting school tomorrow...YAY! I'm actually excited about this because he'll be in Pocatello again. I'm so glad last week was his last full week in Rexburg because I thought I was going to lose my mind! It got to the point where my neighbor came over after hearing both kids crying throughout the day to make sure that I (or my kids) was still alive. The sad thing is that I never thought I'd see the day where I was so happy to have him in school again. I never see him when he's in school, but I never saw him during the summer either so, oh well. Anyway, he found a job here in Pocatello at the Kmart. Since he already works at Kmart in Rexburg, they told him he could have it if he wants it. He's still weighing the pros and cons of both so we'll see what happens. As for me, I'm still working on Potty Training Anna. I've just about had it too. After last weeks incident, I think we're going back to pull ups. For those of you who don't know, Anna had an accident during Sacrament. Yeah, that's right, she pee'd all over the carpet in the Chapel. I thought I was going to die of humiliation. The lady in front of me, who happens to be a friend heard it and sent her daughters out for paper towels galore while I cleaned Anna up. I seriously debated just staying in the bathroom till sacrament was over, but I braved it and went back in to help clean up. I could have killed her!! Then later during the same week she came to me and said, "Mommy Cinderella wet!" That's Anna letting me know that she's had an accident in her Cinderella panties. So I went to check her and she was dry. So as I was saying to her, "No Cinderella is dry," she proceeded to pee all over my hand. Once again, I thought I would kill her. If anyone has any advice please, please, PLEASE let me know. She understands the concept, she even poops in the potty, but she has accidents like crazy!! What am I supposed to do!? I feel like whenever we take one step forward we take two steps back. She's gonna be 3 in January, shouldn't she have this by now!? AHHHHH, once again, the joys of having kids :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7932257309030434028?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7932257309030434028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7932257309030434028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7932257309030434028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7932257309030434028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-startsyay.html' title='School Starts...YAY!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-2214725329124145399</id><published>2009-07-22T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:59:48.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Oh How I Hate to be Sick!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I absolutely hate being sick!  And this week we all got sick.  This is probably the worst bug I've ever had.  It started Saturday morning when Nathen started throwing up.  Not a lot, but still he was throwing up.  By that afternoon, he seemed mostly better, but it wasn't over.  He sort of threw up again that night, then was just plain unhappy the next day for church.  He cried and cried all through church.  Someone had to come in and play for me in primary cause all Nathen would do is cry.  We honestly thought he was better, or we'd have never gone.  We got home from church then Anna started throwing up.  She threw up for 6 hours.  Then around 9pm Colter started throwing up, till 3:30 in the morning.  He, of course, called in sick the next day.  Nathen at this point seemed better, but was still a little sick.  Anna was all the way better and playing, and I wasn't sick.  I thought I'd missed it.  We took Nathen to the Doctor because he just wasn't better yet, and all the doctor told me was, and I quote, "watch out!"  Yes, that night I got it.  5 hours of throwing up every 15 minutes.  Yes, I timed it.  I was always right on schedule starting at 1am.  Honestly, I really hope I'm never that sick again.  Coter had to miss another day of work, which means he will definitely be working this Friday :(.  Finally we are all better now, but I just want to say to whom ever gave this to us, Thanks, really, Thanks A LOT!!!  And, also, I'm sorry for anyone who got it from us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2214725329124145399?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2214725329124145399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2214725329124145399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2214725329124145399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2214725329124145399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-how-i-hate-to-be-sick.html' title='Oh How I Hate to be Sick!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7085897393486066815</id><published>2009-07-09T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:26:02.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hail storm'/><title type='text'>Hail Storm</title><content type='html'>This is the Hail storm that we got on the 4th of July.  It was sooooo crazy!!! I tried something new to compress the video.  I hope the quality is good :)  It was also taken on a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1c9b80f004b64dc7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c9b80f004b64dc7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331728550%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3543AB28B26F3F2CF751C7872C975212C2AB7BC5.2652C060CA1322F293532F3156CE8D858BCF8A18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c9b80f004b64dc7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFgO1Q9opNCe-0HqjYr4uAamin4I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c9b80f004b64dc7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331728550%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3543AB28B26F3F2CF751C7872C975212C2AB7BC5.2652C060CA1322F293532F3156CE8D858BCF8A18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c9b80f004b64dc7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFgO1Q9opNCe-0HqjYr4uAamin4I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7085897393486066815?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1c9b80f004b64dc7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7085897393486066815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7085897393486066815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7085897393486066815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7085897393486066815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/hail-storm.html' title='Hail Storm'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-9073808949649096542</id><published>2009-07-08T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:46:26.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>We had a really fun Independence Day, although a little interesting. We were so lucky to have Grandma and Grandpa visit for the weekend. Anna and Nathen loved it. We started off the day with the parade. It was the first parade Anna or Nathen had ever been to. Anna wasn't too interested until they started throwing candy. After that she would wave and say hi and do anything to get candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaPEc9PpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/_seWICLrYWM/s1600-h/parade+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356216178022629010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaPEc9PpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/_seWICLrYWM/s400/parade+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Grandma and Grandpa's present to Nathen. I told him Nathen would like a climber/slide cube, but you know how those Grandpas are. I think Anna enjoys it more than Nathen does right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaPPmpByI/AAAAAAAAAns/p-ijjVAilx8/s1600-h/grampa+present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356216181016037154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaPPmpByI/AAAAAAAAAns/p-ijjVAilx8/s400/grampa+present.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That same afternoon we had fun lighting off fireworks before it got dark. That's when the interesting thing happened. It started to rain then hail. It was huge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaOu7Cp6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/tXELNp5r5Tc/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356216172243232674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaOu7Cp6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/tXELNp5r5Tc/s400/fireworks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what my garden looked like the next morning after the hail. It rained and hailed so hard in such a short amount of time it flooded our neighborhood. They cancelled church on Sunday and encouraged us to help our neighbors. The strangest part was the hail only hit our neighborhood. My poor garden, I almost cried. Whenever I think about it, it still makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaOauUYlI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_HCuI52-fyc/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356216166821159506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaOauUYlI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_HCuI52-fyc/s400/garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Sunday afternoon. Grandma and Grandpa enjoying the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaOGIOE4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/4oj9OG5BPbw/s1600-h/5th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356216161292653442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaOGIOE4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/4oj9OG5BPbw/s400/5th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-9073808949649096542?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9073808949649096542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=9073808949649096542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/9073808949649096542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/9073808949649096542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlUaPEc9PpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/_seWICLrYWM/s72-c/parade+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-2202944894744377602</id><published>2009-07-07T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:53:49.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathen'/><title type='text'>Nathen's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>Nathen's Birthday was a blast!!  I love summer birthdays.  My cake was not exactly as I planned, but oh well.  I'll keep trying.  He got tons and tons of great toys and clothes.  These are only a few pictures.  I tried collages this time.  It's still a lot of work, so if anyone knows better programs let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlPBUBjFiOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ui6CfkI9eu4/s1600-h/Picnik+collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355836931630794978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlPBUBjFiOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ui6CfkI9eu4/s400/Picnik+collage10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved his little cup cake.  He absolutely devoured it.  I figured, hey it's his birthday, why not have cake before lunch.  So that's what he did.  Not to mention, that he was already hungry and tired so we were afraid he'd fall asleep before his party.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355836925793669618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlPBTrzaEfI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Gv52J72Dfko/s400/Picnik+collage8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture got out of order.  Here Nathen is playing with cousin Hayden.  Aunt Becky was in the house other wise she would not have been too happy about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355833603603530098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO-STrjgXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4RUGYBZu3cQ/s400/Picnik+collage6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy got Nathen his first pop gun :(!!  I can't say I'm thrilled, but luckily Nathen can barely lift it up.  He still looks cute in his hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355833601661617298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO-SMckRJI/AAAAAAAAAms/WPLSPasFSDk/s400/Picnik+collage4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Haderlie got him the 4-wheeler and Grammie got him the lawn mower.  He's still a bit too small for the 4-wheeler but he can push his little lawn mower all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlPBT5IvmqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/zP7h0JhSV2I/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355836929372822178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlPBT5IvmqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/zP7h0JhSV2I/s400/collage3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2202944894744377602?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2202944894744377602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2202944894744377602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2202944894744377602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2202944894744377602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/nathens-1st-birthday.html' title='Nathen&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlPBUBjFiOI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ui6CfkI9eu4/s72-c/Picnik+collage10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-764108701356230648</id><published>2009-07-07T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:13:14.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family visit'/><title type='text'>Salt Lake Trip</title><content type='html'>Jarom and Rachel came up to Salt Lake for Rachel's brother's wedding.  We decided we would make a quick day trip to be able to visit them, Kaelin came along too.  It was a lot of fun. We met at Temple Square, then took the Amtrak to the Gateway mall, the Planetarium, and the Aquarium.  We ended the day at Leatherbye's for ice cream.  It was great to see them, but it did take a toll on the kids.  Our kids took turns being grumpy from lack of naps.  Anyway, there are a lot of picture, but these are just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us at the mall.  Rachel's taking the picture.  Yes, I'm pushing Issac and Jarom is pushing Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0ZT22nuI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0ZG72HN_guU/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822728793726690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0ZT22nuI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0ZG72HN_guU/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a water fountain thing at the mall where kids love to play and get wet.  That was probably the kids favorite part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0ZDA0peI/AAAAAAAAAmc/bXBU2AL5gQo/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822724272137698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0ZDA0peI/AAAAAAAAAmc/bXBU2AL5gQo/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna would try to stand in between the shooting water streams, Nathen, on the other hand, was fearless and just walked right through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0YyBztKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0dPGs-LSK3A/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822719712867490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0YyBztKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0dPGs-LSK3A/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a kid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0YTK_8YI/AAAAAAAAAmM/72TETJTrfRI/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822711429919106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0YTK_8YI/AAAAAAAAAmM/72TETJTrfRI/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colter was walking through the water with Nathen, so I started to tease Jarom cause Issac would only stick to the side.  Well, this is what happened when Jarom took Issac out to the middle...Oops :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0YKwOvwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OT05-Z66iY0/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355822709170159362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0YKwOvwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OT05-Z66iY0/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Planetarium was next.  Nathen just couldn't stay awake any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOyS5ZR4vI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XiKwoDwAd5E/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355820419587891954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOyS5ZR4vI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XiKwoDwAd5E/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna pretty much went shoeless as long as she could.  I figured oh well, as long as she was in the stroller when we were outside I didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOySWGksFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/EVr4C5z4xNI/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355820410114191442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOySWGksFI/AAAAAAAAAl0/EVr4C5z4xNI/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna was pushing Issac around.  What a good big cousin (they are only 9 months apart :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOySOuv8oI/AAAAAAAAAls/KUmNF4iIqoc/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355820408135217794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOySOuv8oI/AAAAAAAAAls/KUmNF4iIqoc/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped at one of the church museums on the way back to the cars.  This is the pulpit that was made from President Hinckley's tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOyRjHToYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GsXTuxp0RXg/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355820396427059586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOyRjHToYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GsXTuxp0RXg/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, I made Colter stand behind it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOyRXwtprI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cPEYkA1XuWs/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355820393379505842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOyRXwtprI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cPEYkA1XuWs/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at the aquarium.  At this point Anna was so tired she couldn't stand life.  So we only got a picture of Nathen in this cute little canoe.  Anna was afraid of the "scary" grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw2mplOhI/AAAAAAAAAlU/94RAHEecq_c/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355818834008029714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw2mplOhI/AAAAAAAAAlU/94RAHEecq_c/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the cousins looking at bugs and spiders.  It was pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw2C1yHEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_lpXha0TLnk/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355818824395529282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw2C1yHEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_lpXha0TLnk/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathen loves fish as much as Anna does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw19SiOoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/MBvdsCoR2-Q/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355818822905510530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw19SiOoI/AAAAAAAAAlE/MBvdsCoR2-Q/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna snuck into Issac's stroller when Issac got out to look at some fish.  She finished off his juice while he was gone as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw1T-u7GI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iCrDdCAn5-Y/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355818811816602722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw1T-u7GI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iCrDdCAn5-Y/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colter and Issac.  This is at the end of a long day.  We finished off with ice cream then headed home.  Still it was worth the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw1K8d_oI/AAAAAAAAAk0/CaIRYVmGlDk/s1600-h/Salt+Lake+trip+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355818809391185538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlOw1K8d_oI/AAAAAAAAAk0/CaIRYVmGlDk/s400/Salt+Lake+trip+165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-764108701356230648?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/764108701356230648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=764108701356230648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/764108701356230648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/764108701356230648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/salt-lake-trip.html' title='Salt Lake Trip'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SlO0ZT22nuI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0ZG72HN_guU/s72-c/Salt+Lake+trip+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7912100076267608624</id><published>2009-06-19T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:52:36.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f546b7a4d44457a4e773d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox invite: Nathen's 1st b-day" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f546b7a4d44457a4e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own invite - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/Invite" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox invite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7912100076267608624?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7912100076267608624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7912100076267608624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7912100076267608624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7912100076267608624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-smilebox-invite.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7109591880200857825</id><published>2009-06-19T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:51:01.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family fun'/><title type='text'>Family Fun Day</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to a Family Fun Day put on by the Newspaper here in town.  Anna and Nathen had soooo much fun.  It was totally great, everything was free and they had tons of activities geared towards little kids like Anna's age.  She came home with all kinds of candy and books and other toys.  Nathen just loved being outside.  Put him on Daddy's back and he's good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvpnoU0n4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/7HCYGAWp0Jk/s1600-h/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349125849481518978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvpnoU0n4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/7HCYGAWp0Jk/s400/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Nathen with their hats on backwards....what a pair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvpnOJMSfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2CeEUv6J2Zg/s1600-h/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349125842453416434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvpnOJMSfI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2CeEUv6J2Zg/s400/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna eating a ginormous sugar cookie that she got to decorate herself.  It was loaded with frosting (which, of course, is her favorite part!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sjvpm9Q4mQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jsnoiBdRwmg/s1600-h/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349125837922277634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sjvpm9Q4mQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jsnoiBdRwmg/s400/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frosting up the nose.  The pictures I took after this were better of the frosting on her face, but she'd had enough by then so she's scowling in all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnWtWd-QI/AAAAAAAAAjE/gKyQEH1k4KE/s1600-h/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123359749568770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnWtWd-QI/AAAAAAAAAjE/gKyQEH1k4KE/s400/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, there is always face painting.  The lines were really long for the people who could draw really well, so we just went to one of the other booths where she just did basic stuff.  Anna didn't know the difference and she loved her flower.  The funny thing is she couldn't decide between the flower and the rainbow so she kept getting confused when you asked her what was on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnWXUmwnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jSXgFF_Bi9U/s1600-h/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123353836175986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnWXUmwnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jSXgFF_Bi9U/s400/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We gave Nathen whiskers.  He's still so cute though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnWLbpepI/AAAAAAAAAi0/WapKH6yP5fs/s1600-h/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123350644488850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnWLbpepI/AAAAAAAAAi0/WapKH6yP5fs/s400/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's boy, totally lovin life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnVqxTRQI/AAAAAAAAAis/QT-Mq51bV9w/s1600-h/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123341876937986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnVqxTRQI/AAAAAAAAAis/QT-Mq51bV9w/s400/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Sheriff was there letting all the kids sit in his big truck and sound the siren.  Anna was a bit afraid, but of course, Nathen was fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnVZaA0oI/AAAAAAAAAik/grflmr2R5A0/s1600-h/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349123337215857282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvnVZaA0oI/AAAAAAAAAik/grflmr2R5A0/s400/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy with the kids.  It was a fun day even with the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7109591880200857825?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7109591880200857825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7109591880200857825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7109591880200857825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7109591880200857825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-fun-day.html' title='Family Fun Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SjvpnoU0n4I/AAAAAAAAAjc/7HCYGAWp0Jk/s72-c/Family+Fun+and+Garden+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-1394542163730957977</id><published>2009-06-17T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:23:30.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Colter Got A Job!!!</title><content type='html'>We are so excited to finally announce Colter got a job!!  After a month and half of let downs, he finally found one in Rexburg.  And, it's as a Pharmacy Intern and not at McDonald's!! :)  The bonus is they want to keep him after school starts, so we'll still be making money during the school year.  He'll only have to work 1 to 2 weekends a month (and only 1 Sunday).  Technically he was suppose to start on Tuesday, but his drug test didn't go through...Colter??  Just kidding, they said that the Hospital forgot to process it and his Background Check wasn't completed either.  So any day now he will start.  Although Rexburg is only about an hour and a half, he's still gonna stay up there while he's working so we can save the gas money.  Jeramy and Becky moved there a couple months ago and are letting him stay with them.  He'll be working at a K-Mart Pharmacy.  The best part is they promised him 4 10's so he can be home with us 3 days a week :)!!! YAY!!  It's such a huge blessing.  I just know that Heavenly Father watches us and answers prayers.  He's not going to be in Star Valley, which worried me, and he'll have a job during the school year.  I just feel so blessed :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-1394542163730957977?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1394542163730957977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=1394542163730957977' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1394542163730957977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1394542163730957977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/colter-got-job.html' title='Colter Got A Job!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-2792138439444315641</id><published>2009-06-09T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:20:47.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery 2'/><title type='text'>Anna's Surgery #2</title><content type='html'>This is Anna's second surgery for tubes.  It was a last minute decision so we didn't really let anyone know too much in advance.  The doctor just told us it was our choice whether to put them in now or wait.   After 2 consecutive ruptures after the Dr. visit, we decided we should just put them in.  She did wonderfully this time.  It was, of course, at 5:30 am.  So Colter and I were very, very tired.  We kept talking to her about going to the doctor and that her ears would feel better, so she really wasn't even scared.  We still ended up staying in the hospital for hours though.  They wouldn't let us leave until Anna drank all of her apple juice.  She just wasn't interested so that added on an extra hour and a half to our time.  But, I'm glad she feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Daddy and Anna after the Surgery (I got my pics out of order, but didn't want to hassle changing them).  Don't you love the hair net :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BQFmUjYI/AAAAAAAAAic/PU0q75IGsvs/s1600-h/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345422289860332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BQFmUjYI/AAAAAAAAAic/PU0q75IGsvs/s400/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Anna.  She really didn't want to take pictures she wanted to watch her cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BP6oCrYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/730gwwmZ-AE/s1600-h/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345422286914760066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BP6oCrYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/730gwwmZ-AE/s400/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is so cute though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BPqkQp5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/tmjCOG2K3AU/s1600-h/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345422282603931538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BPqkQp5I/AAAAAAAAAiM/tmjCOG2K3AU/s400/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They let her choose a stuffed animal to have during her surgery, and she got to keep it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BPYOzcqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/viTXNFgVaPw/s1600-h/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345422277682098850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BPYOzcqI/AAAAAAAAAiE/viTXNFgVaPw/s400/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is before the surgery.  She was really tired, and didn't want to be there, especially with us taking pictures of her.  But when they came to take her to the OR, she got really excited cause they took her away in a wagon :), I wish I'd gotten a picture of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BPKkh7SI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DyywPZb6LNc/s1600-h/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345422274015128866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BPKkh7SI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DyywPZb6LNc/s400/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2792138439444315641?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2792138439444315641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2792138439444315641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2792138439444315641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2792138439444315641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/annas-surgery-2.html' title='Anna&apos;s Surgery #2'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Si7BQFmUjYI/AAAAAAAAAic/PU0q75IGsvs/s72-c/Anna%27s+surgery+(2)+and+playing+together+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-2195500416483309415</id><published>2009-05-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:08:59.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stories'/><title type='text'>Playing with Make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is another lesson learned only from having kids (and also another funny story). I happened to leave my makeup out after another weekend trip.  This one to Salt Lake for my cousin's wedding.  Anyway, I was really tired when we came home so I didn't unpack right away. In fact, I didn't unpack for a few days.  Yeah, I learned that was a big mistake.  This wasn't the first time Anna has gotten into my makeup.  This is just the first time she decided Nathen needed to be "pretty" also.  When I first heard them laughing, I thought how sweet, they are playing well together so I didn't interrupt them.  Once again, another lesson learned. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this picture you can see, Nathan is covered in foundation and yes, the black stuff is mascara!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sgime-Z6iII/AAAAAAAAAh0/3lHpoDhSGJI/s1600-h/playing+with+makeup+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334696809698330754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sgime-Z6iII/AAAAAAAAAh0/3lHpoDhSGJI/s400/playing+with+makeup+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna had more fun on Nathen than herself.  If you look the mascara is on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SgimegjFx4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/7oe3XacCnA4/s1600-h/playing+with+makeup+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334696801683752834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SgimegjFx4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/7oe3XacCnA4/s400/playing+with+makeup+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She only put a little of the foundation on her face, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SgimeSopTbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pJfmQLx-lXY/s1600-h/playing+with+makeup+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334696797948956082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SgimeSopTbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pJfmQLx-lXY/s400/playing+with+makeup+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lovely mascara job once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SgimeIYHFMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zsj4Iz8pUt0/s1600-h/playing+with+makeup+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334696795195249858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SgimeIYHFMI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zsj4Iz8pUt0/s400/playing+with+makeup+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is still a cute boy, even covered in makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sgimd6zpHGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2tVwseMtsKM/s1600-h/playing+with+makeup+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334696791552629858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sgimd6zpHGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2tVwseMtsKM/s400/playing+with+makeup+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2195500416483309415?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2195500416483309415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2195500416483309415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2195500416483309415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2195500416483309415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-with-make-up.html' title='Playing with Make-up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sgime-Z6iII/AAAAAAAAAh0/3lHpoDhSGJI/s72-c/playing+with+makeup+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-427684483370224358</id><published>2009-04-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:11:51.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stories'/><title type='text'>A doller saved...is a dollar taken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://progressivestates.org/sync/images/dispatch/takingMoney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://progressivestates.org/sync/images/dispatch/takingMoney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I have this really funny story, but no pictures.  Anna got $2 dollars (2 $1 dollar bills) for her birthday from Colter's Grandma.  She also got this tootsie roll bank from someone.  So I decided to make it into her own little bank to put her money in.  She hadn't really noticed this bank until just last week.  I gave her a penny to put in her bank and she was hooked.  She would take the money out, put the lid on, then put her money back in over and over again.  Well, on Monday I noticed her bank only had a penny in it.  I searched and searched all over the house thinking that she ripped her dollar bills.  Finally I text Colter at school to see if he had seen any money laying around the house.  He said that Anna came to him and handed him 2 dollar bills sometime last week.  Thinking that the money was mine (what does this say about my husband??), he took the money for lunch at school.  He felt really bad when he found out that he had actually stole money from his daughter, not his wife!!  When he came home from school that day he gave Anna $3 dollars in coins for her bank.  Now, of course, he's the favorite!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-427684483370224358?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/427684483370224358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=427684483370224358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/427684483370224358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/427684483370224358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/doller-savedis-dollar-taken.html' title='A doller saved...is a dollar taken?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-5241330116344232720</id><published>2009-04-26T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:16:17.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>FHE</title><content type='html'>We did a Family Home Evening at the park near our home one day.  It was so much fun.  Both kids love going to the park.  I promise as soon as it gets warm, we are going all the time.  It's such a great way to let Anna get some energy out while I push &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; on a the swing.  Anyway, we had a great time playing at the park, then we went for ice cream.  It's actually funny, we pulled up at the ice cream parlor (in our minivan) and there were at least 5 other minivans there as well.  I guess everyone had the same idea for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; :)...only in Idaho (or Utah I guess).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8Z44D1cI/AAAAAAAAAhM/g8pPeEY_l3c/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329232149524764098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8Z44D1cI/AAAAAAAAAhM/g8pPeEY_l3c/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The playground was pretty much deserted, except this one girl.  She sure was chatty.  I learned all about a boy she goes to school with, that apparently goes to a daycare that's by her house, that's parents recently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt;...yeah she was chatty.  Anyway, Anna sure had fun with her.  She said she had a 2 year old sister, and she seemed to really know what she was doing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8ZsXdaOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7E1-G0SqgJE/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329232146166802658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8ZsXdaOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/7E1-G0SqgJE/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bubs loves swinging.  He was so stinking cute.  At one point he actually pulled his feet up and put them on top of the swing.  We couldn't get a good picture, but it totally looked like he was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' while the parents were pushing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8ZZ8WzwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/N1aR0lNlLb8/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329232141221285634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8ZZ8WzwI/AAAAAAAAAg8/N1aR0lNlLb8/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna loves to slide, but has become quite the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; little bugger.  Everything is "self", or "Anna do it".  Yes she refers to herself in the 3rd person.  She had to go up the stairs to the slide by herself and she didn't want you to catch her.  She's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8ZPCfjYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6bjjLN6g6ng/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329232138294234498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8ZPCfjYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6bjjLN6g6ng/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other girl kept trying to help Anna.  She was getting really frustrated.  I didn't hear it, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; said he could here Anna telling her "self, self, self!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8Y2dMkOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RziXyB3QMm8/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329232131695349986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8Y2dMkOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RziXyB3QMm8/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little man, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt;' it in the swing!!  Don't you love the hat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-5241330116344232720?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5241330116344232720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=5241330116344232720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5241330116344232720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5241330116344232720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/fhe.html' title='FHE'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfU8Z44D1cI/AAAAAAAAAhM/g8pPeEY_l3c/s72-c/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-5978866211368523161</id><published>2009-04-23T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:02:59.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Weekend in Star Valley</title><content type='html'>We went to Star Valley for the weekend last week.  It is still winter there (as you can see by all the SNOW).  But it was fun.  Colter got a job offer from the pharmacy his mom works at for an internship for the summer. YAY...and sad.  This means that I'll stay here in the house in Poky and he'll go to SV for the summer.  I'm very, very worried about this, but we need a job, so essentially this is a blessing.  Anyway, it was lots of fun and here are some pictures (with my camera finally!) from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwR-O-9QI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RPIcJ1-kGYM/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328022550733583618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwR-O-9QI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RPIcJ1-kGYM/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa got the horse saddled and took Anna and Nathen for a ride.  I only got pics of Anna, grandma got some of Nathen too.  Anna was a little afraid, but Nathen was fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwRmACzsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JPADl-x7VrY/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328022544228470466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwRmACzsI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JPADl-x7VrY/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Savannah and I went on a hike together.  Colter talked us into going Antler hunting with him, but found out last minute that we couldn't go.  Apparently, where they were going required snow shoes for at least 2 miles and neither of us had any, so we went on our own hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwRQATVkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tXeMmAeLw5o/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328022538323973698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwRQATVkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/tXeMmAeLw5o/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Savannah, of course, looks cute and I look all washed out!  I hate getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwRIi2SrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/aeENyivwrTk/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328022536321387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwRIi2SrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/aeENyivwrTk/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took a picture of me, just for fun.  Don't I look funny in my hat!!  All I cared about was being warm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwQ7DktlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rEZodWCHVw0/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328022532700550738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwQ7DktlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rEZodWCHVw0/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathen pretty much crawled out of his jammies....so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu5yMojtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/R1KRf1Tz7z4/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021035674013394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu5yMojtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/R1KRf1Tz7z4/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was having a great time playing with the DVD player.  He kept getting his fingers caught in the Video part of it.  I guess grandma is gonna have to keep moving things up when we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu5iS7YvI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CYQAu9ZX42g/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021031405445874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu5iS7YvI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CYQAu9ZX42g/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu5dpYzNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xB6V1bSJrKc/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021030157470930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu5dpYzNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xB6V1bSJrKc/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna is playing dr. with a Micheal Jackson twist.  Her jammies were wet; so I took them off, left the bib on, she put on one glove, and put on her stethoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu49tS25I/AAAAAAAAAfk/QUmxz6GGi8Y/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021021583924114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu49tS25I/AAAAAAAAAfk/QUmxz6GGi8Y/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the car seat in the house while I cleaned our new Grand Caravan and Anna found out she could buckle the straps up herself!  Of course she asked if she could "hold Bubs" it was way cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu4rS--mI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NJgavJEL4PQ/s1600-h/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328021016641731170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDu4rS--mI/AAAAAAAAAfc/NJgavJEL4PQ/s400/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the "look  what I did, but I'm trying to suppress the smile that shows how proud of myself I am" look.  Yeah, she does it often.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-5978866211368523161?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5978866211368523161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=5978866211368523161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5978866211368523161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5978866211368523161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-in-star-valley.html' title='Weekend in Star Valley'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SfDwR-O-9QI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RPIcJ1-kGYM/s72-c/weekend+in+sv+and+fhe+4-20-09+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-1981990843737767938</id><published>2009-04-14T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:50:13.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Stupid Camera!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livingroom.org.au/photolog/casio-exilim-ex-z1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.livingroom.org.au/photolog/casio-exilim-ex-z1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I made a deal to try to update this every week. We all see how well that's worked out. I actually had really good intentions until my stupid camera quit working. The battery died and it's not a battery you can find anywhere. I finally got it ordered on eBay! YAY! Anyway, I've missed out on lots of cute pictures because of it. Nathen crawling, walking, doing headstands, etc. Easter!! I'm pretty disappointed. The battery should be here any day now so I'll be able to update soon. Just as a quick update. Nathen now crawls and almost walks. He's a bit head heavy so he always has bruises on his forehead (poor guy). Aunt Rachel, so lovingly, calls him fathead! I guess I'm resigned to it cause it's true. He can't quite keep his head up the entire time he crawls so he lets his head drop while his legs keep moving. He ends up doing a little headstand. It's actually really cute. He's really close to walking. He wants so bad to do everything Anna does. Anna is doing well and talking more and more everyday (at least more intelligibly??). Easter was lots of fun. Anna had her first Easter egg hunt. She wouldn't carry the basket around. Instead she would get an egg and take it back to the basket...it took a really, really long time to find all the eggs. Easter morning as we were getting ready for church Anna came into the bathroom and said, "mommy pretty, pretty dress, mommy princess." It was soooo cute. After I put her in her Easter dress I told her, "Anna and Mommy princess." She loved that. It's amazing how fast they grow. Stupid Camera!! I've missed so much, but not for much longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-1981990843737767938?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1981990843737767938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=1981990843737767938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1981990843737767938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1981990843737767938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-camera.html' title='Stupid Camera!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7688588260334991224</id><published>2009-03-12T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:42:07.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Okay, well it looks like Kerrilyn tagged me...thanks a lot!! I'm suppose to show you the 6th picture in the 6th folder on my computer. Here it is. This was a trip me and my mom took to Texas after my Aunt Lorelei had cancer. This picture is of my mom, my Aunt Lorelei, and my Aunt Yvonne.  Hey mom, you look good, no wrinkles :)!!  It was a really fun trip. Wish I could go back soon. I miss my Aunt Lorelei :( Hopefully soon we'll be able to come visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sbk5C2qqagI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kCCRyNwsQLY/s1600-h/100_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312339956657187330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sbk5C2qqagI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kCCRyNwsQLY/s400/100_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, well I guess I'm suppose to tag 6 people too.&lt;br /&gt;Hydee&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Heidi S.&lt;br /&gt;Pennie&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7688588260334991224?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7688588260334991224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7688588260334991224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7688588260334991224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7688588260334991224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sbk5C2qqagI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kCCRyNwsQLY/s72-c/100_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-8503228437301559199</id><published>2009-03-11T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:20:15.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My One Thing</title><content type='html'>A little while back, after a period of (almost) insanity, my sister-in-law gave me a piece of advice; do one thing every day that can't be undone.  She probably told me this like a month or so ago.  Anyway, I spent a lot of time thinking about this.  What could I do everyday that can't be undone.  It seems like most of my day is spent doing things that can be undone within hours of completing them; dishes, laundry, etc.  Then I remembered I have this blog!  So, I'm going to try to post something once a week.  (I'll have to work up to the everyday thing).   Today I took Anna to the dentist.  This is her second dentist appointment and she did great.  No cavities, and she wasn't even scared.  Some of you may know she is terrified of doctors, especially after her ears.  She let him look around in her mouth and even brush her teeth :).  Her favorite part was that they gave her a bag to carry around with a new toothbrush, toothpaste, and a toy (of course it makes noise!).  She spent the whole car ride home brushing her teeth with her new tooth brush and saying "tinka bell."  She thought the bag had Tinker Bell pictures on it, but it was actually just little four-leaf clovers and other random things.  And just for the record...both my kids were sound asleep by 9pm tonight (and Anna by herself)!  Someone has finally heard my prayers!!  I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-8503228437301559199?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8503228437301559199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=8503228437301559199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8503228437301559199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8503228437301559199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-one-thing.html' title='My One Thing'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-8446914030531491755</id><published>2009-03-03T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:42:03.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephew'/><title type='text'>Nephew.....s</title><content type='html'>We recently had an addition to the Haderlie clan. No, I'm not pregnant, for everyone that keeps asking me!! Becky and Jeramy had a little baby boy, Hayden Jeramy, on January 11th. He's a cutie. I don't have any pics of just him, cause everytime I see him he's being held, but here are a few. Anna adores her cousin and asks to hold him every chance she gets. Nathen could care less. He just smiles like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4EDoDcMgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/A5a5iFs9QFk/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309185471054361090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4EDoDcMgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/A5a5iFs9QFk/s400/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4EDUp31WI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JEEH2VekBE0/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309185465846846818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4EDUp31WI/AAAAAAAAAfE/JEEH2VekBE0/s400/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4ECwI-PhI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eFHhBMcVli0/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309185456045178386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4ECwI-PhI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eFHhBMcVli0/s400/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and all her grandkids!! You can see on her face how thrilled she is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4ECa-4GKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6zN40Ry0uDs/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309185450365687970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4ECa-4GKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6zN40Ry0uDs/s400/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4EBVdjBOI/AAAAAAAAAes/6nYqJ4GSfNg/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309185431703848162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4EBVdjBOI/AAAAAAAAAes/6nYqJ4GSfNg/s400/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.S. Congrats to Jarom and Rachel!! They are expecting another boy! Looks like Anna is a lone breed in the world of cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-8446914030531491755?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8446914030531491755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=8446914030531491755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8446914030531491755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8446914030531491755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/nephews.html' title='Nephew.....s'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Sa4EDoDcMgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/A5a5iFs9QFk/s72-c/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-8983049332800982902</id><published>2009-03-02T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:50:25.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you spend your life waiting?  It's crazy, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt; I've been feeling like all I do is wait.  Every morning I get up and wait for the kids I babysit to arrive, then I spend the morning waiting for their parents to come get them; which is around noon.   After they leave, I wait for the kids to take a nap, usually so I can nap too.  After nap, I wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; to get home from school so I can have a little free time.  Then I wait for the day to end when both kids are finally in bed asleep.  I wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; to finish studying so we can spend a little time together.  Together, we are waiting for the school year to end so we can actually do some thing fun.  We wait for the day he graduates and gets a real job so we don't feel so poor; although with student loans we probably will be still.  Wait, wait, and more wait!!  Last night as I was lying in bed thinking about all this waiting, I decided I don't want to wait anymore.  In the midst of all this waiting, life is passing me by and I'm not taking the time to enjoy it.  I spend far too much time waiting for another day or time.  Who cares that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; consists mainly of spit-up stained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tee shirts&lt;/span&gt;.  Who cares that we can't afford real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt;.  From this point forward I'm going to start enjoying the here and now.  This doesn't mean that I won't get up every morning and wait for the kids I babysit or wait for their parents to arrive later.  It also doesn't mean that I'll stop waiting everyday for the precious small amount of free time I get.  But from now on, I'm going to stop waiting to have fun and enjoy this time in my life, while my kids are small and we don't have the money to take fancy vacations.  I'm just going to be happy with my life exactly as it is now, that way when the future comes it will be that much more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-8983049332800982902?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8983049332800982902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=8983049332800982902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8983049332800982902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8983049332800982902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-2341324030352690130</id><published>2009-02-25T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:17:23.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Anna's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>Okay so once again I am uploading a ton of pictures at once to try to catch up.  This is Anna's birthday from January.  It was a lot of fun.  She really enjoyed opening presents.  I went all out and made a Barbie Princess cake for her.  It took me until 2 in the morning.  Sometimes I think I'm crazy.  Anyway, Mom was sweet and let us sleep in that morning so I didn't get to see her face, but Mom said it was priceless.  She saw the cake and got all wide-eyed and said "Pincess" (she still can't say her r's).  She is now obsessed with Princess...everything princess.  I think this birthday almost everything she got had to do with something Princess.   She is such a girly girl!!  I don't care as long as she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYspV8Jk0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/iMhmgdBG9sw/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978299678397250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYspV8Jk0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/iMhmgdBG9sw/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna and Nathen in the wagon together.  Nathen wasn't exactly thrilled.  It was  a little too cold and Anna couldn't support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYspJhumYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QZmEvmxehZI/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978296346352002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYspJhumYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QZmEvmxehZI/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a sweet picture I had to through in of Nathen and Grandpa Haderlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYso3JtDmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CN1o1WnJJqM/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978291413749346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYso3JtDmI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CN1o1WnJJqM/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of some of the fish Anna got from Grandpa Renfeldt.  He gave her a fish tank for her birthday.  She loves fish.  It's been fun but very stressful as I'm the one who has to take care of them.  I've never had a tank before and didn't realize how much WORK they require.  This is a picture of the Black Moor that actually died.  In the first 4 weeks we lost a total of 5 fish!  Most of them were feeders fortunately, so not so expensive. We were lucky that Anna happened to be asleep every time we saw them dead so she doesn't know some of her fish went to the porcelain heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYso3MrjOI/AAAAAAAAAds/-bWbwL7Ko1M/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978291426233570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYso3MrjOI/AAAAAAAAAds/-bWbwL7Ko1M/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the picture of the Fantail Goldfish (which are still alive :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYsouksC7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/47XwwOJdDS4/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306978289111010226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYsouksC7I/AAAAAAAAAdk/47XwwOJdDS4/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same pic twice.  I don't know how I do that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrIx5xeZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/e-hmYlASWYY/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306976640737311122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrIx5xeZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/e-hmYlASWYY/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Anna seeing her tank for the 1st time.  We kept her out of the  bedroom that morning while Colter put it together.  I actually had to rearrange her room and put the tank on a dresser that was shorter cause she kept trying to climb up this one to see her fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrIqiBGxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NkjpJmH7avM/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306976638758624018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrIqiBGxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NkjpJmH7avM/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna all decked out in her princess get up.  Colter found this dress-up princess dress at TJ Maxx for like $8 so her got it for her.  He's okay with her being girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrIX8Sv0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/moc51cJ-vS4/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306976633768558402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrIX8Sv0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/moc51cJ-vS4/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Haderlie helping her open some dolls that go in the bath with her.  She's really funny.  She plays more with a cup in the tub than any other toy but she will not let Nathen touch any of her "water babies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrHybPX7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/F2lv-YV9tdA/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306976623697813426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrHybPX7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/F2lv-YV9tdA/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna with her Princess jewelry on.  She loves the Tiara. Grandma Renfeldt had one over Christmas that Anna liked so much she broke it.  So we had Aunt Savannah get her some dress up jewelry and a tiara to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrH6lXQwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CgwkegwsI3Y/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306976625887757058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYrH6lXQwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CgwkegwsI3Y/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when she first opened it.  She wanted to wear it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpZyrrOCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Lq5NyUCCQm0/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306974733981136930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpZyrrOCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Lq5NyUCCQm0/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammie got her a baby with a car seat and a diaper bag.  For like 2 weeks afterwards she toted that thing around everywhere we went.  I let her take it in the car with us when we'd go places.  She was so funny.  She would carry her baby in the "cawseat" just like "mommy" and have her diaper bag in the other hand just like "mommy".  It was funny to see us leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpZjgKi3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/mrZqOymy5WQ/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306974729906326386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpZjgKi3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/mrZqOymy5WQ/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna didn't know what to do with her candles so I had to help her blow them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpZYDBRaI/AAAAAAAAAck/TOPfsUNPIxs/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306974726831293858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpZYDBRaI/AAAAAAAAAck/TOPfsUNPIxs/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Princess cake.  I had extra batter so I made some cupcakes for the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpZAiCjXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/93TTxrk2Qhk/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306974720518950258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpZAiCjXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/93TTxrk2Qhk/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back of the cake had a fondant bustle...which was the longest, hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpYS-9bzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5i6qVB0tdmE/s1600-h/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306974708292218674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYpYS-9bzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5i6qVB0tdmE/s320/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom helped me out by making the banner she held.  It was funny cause I bet it took her 10 minutes.  She wrote and rewrote it again and again.  I have to laugh every time I see it.  The cake actually took 3 cake mixes!  I wanted to buy bakery frosting but was a little too late to every bakery in town. I bought 5lbs of powdered sugar and used almost all of it!!  I had to make a buttercream frosting (with margarine) to have white so it wasn't very yummy.  That was too bad.  At least it was a learning experience.  Next time (if there is a next time) I know what to do. Also, I have to mention her sleeves.  I know they are ugly...  As I was putting clothes on her I realized I was making a sleeveless dress.  I couldn't have that so I put some makeshift sleeves on her... definitely I will do better next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-2341324030352690130?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2341324030352690130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=2341324030352690130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2341324030352690130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/2341324030352690130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/annas-2nd-birthday.html' title='Anna&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SaYspV8Jk0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/iMhmgdBG9sw/s72-c/Anna%27s+2nd+birthday+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-3842729921871539553</id><published>2009-02-09T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:42:39.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays &apos;08'/><title type='text'>Holidays '08</title><content type='html'>So these Pictures are in no particular order.  I decided it was about time I updated my blog...although these aren't the most recent pics I can only do much at one time.  These pictures are of Thanksgiving and Christmas'.  Yes, Christmas is plural cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I mean&lt;/span&gt; all of them.  It was a fun holiday though.  Anna really enjoyed Christmas this year.  It's only gonna get better from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcsoCFR-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/TT_ZP205eYU/s1600-h/Christmas+08+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301049789377759202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcsoCFR-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/TT_ZP205eYU/s320/Christmas+08+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome boy in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcstMOTyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5gVdeTSoP_g/s1600-h/Christmas+08+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301049790762471202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcstMOTyI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5gVdeTSoP_g/s320/Christmas+08+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both my Kids in their Christmas clothes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute.  If only they would both smile at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcsPXmmVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/LcHEyEhn6yQ/s1600-h/Christmas+08+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301049782757136722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcsPXmmVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/LcHEyEhn6yQ/s320/Christmas+08+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna got a car for Christmas from Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Renfeldt&lt;/span&gt;.  She absolutely loved it...and so did Issac.  They did alright sharing, as long as Anna drove.  It's actually really cool cause it's remote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;controlled&lt;/span&gt; until they learn to drive it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcryu9w3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/gINp28fDbgo/s1600-h/Christmas+08+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301049775070495602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcryu9w3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/gINp28fDbgo/s320/Christmas+08+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grandkids&lt;/span&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbUkwncwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Oo_mnjSx7cY/s1600-h/Christmas+08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301048276670706434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbUkwncwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Oo_mnjSx7cY/s320/Christmas+08+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Tom's Farms while in California.  Issac wouldn't sit on a horse so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jarom&lt;/span&gt; was stuck in on of the little benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbUecl_jI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HZ4wVpNLIek/s1600-h/Christmas+08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301048274976112178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbUecl_jI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HZ4wVpNLIek/s320/Christmas+08+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna loved the Carousel.  She cried so hard when I made her get off.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbULrYV-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/CwM-wCNm3zU/s1600-h/Christmas+08+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301048269937858530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbULrYV-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/CwM-wCNm3zU/s320/Christmas+08+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did a really poor job of planning this trip.  I figured it would be warm in California...NOT SO MUCH.  I forgot all of our Jackets and Tom's Farms was outside.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; was nice and toasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbT4XpAaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/s_vQFw2qYd4/s1600-h/Christmas+08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301048264754790818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbT4XpAaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/s_vQFw2qYd4/s320/Christmas+08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The petting zoo at Tom's Farms.  Issac just followed Anna.  Aunt Rachel was nice enough to give Anna her Jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbTiiRc9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/UUCE9BWa2cM/s1600-h/Christmas+08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301048258893804498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEbTiiRc9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/UUCE9BWa2cM/s320/Christmas+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding the Goats and pigs.  Anna loved letting them lick her fingers, until one jumped up on her and knocked her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZxDgkdkI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZnoY1jZO32w/s1600-h/Christmas+08+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301046566937982530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZxDgkdkI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZnoY1jZO32w/s320/Christmas+08+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haderlie's&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; got a cool toy workbench.  It plays songs and lights up.  He liked the rattle that came with it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZw797NPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kZyCuT9crpI/s1600-h/Christmas+08+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301046564913624306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZw797NPI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kZyCuT9crpI/s320/Christmas+08+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haderlie&lt;/span&gt; helping Anna open gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZwqcryDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tFuEaDINGRg/s1600-h/Christmas+08+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301046560210798642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZwqcryDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tFuEaDINGRg/s320/Christmas+08+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haderlie&lt;/span&gt; made all of us matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jammies&lt;/span&gt;.  Even down to Anna's doll.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; and I even had matching pajama pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZwVzLP_I/AAAAAAAAAas/aiIGp-nwzPw/s1600-h/Christmas+08+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301046554667991026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZwVzLP_I/AAAAAAAAAas/aiIGp-nwzPw/s320/Christmas+08+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna and her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZv2c20pI/AAAAAAAAAak/FnsTYnYUC4U/s1600-h/Christmas+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301046546252878482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEZv2c20pI/AAAAAAAAAak/FnsTYnYUC4U/s320/Christmas+08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wagon that Santa brought Anna and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt;.  It's been so cold her we've only taken it out a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXjbEKa-I/AAAAAAAAAac/b93VKXOf5G8/s1600-h/Christmas+08+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301044133719862242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXjbEKa-I/AAAAAAAAAac/b93VKXOf5G8/s320/Christmas+08+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Thanksgiving in St. George.  Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kaelin&lt;/span&gt; is taking Anna down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXjJ1w9gI/AAAAAAAAAaU/AA5K4Kz6nl0/s1600-h/Christmas+08+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301044129096070658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXjJ1w9gI/AAAAAAAAAaU/AA5K4Kz6nl0/s320/Christmas+08+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; in the spider rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXjBpp0EI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EBqZGQupSgY/s1600-h/Christmas+08+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301044126897786946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXjBpp0EI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EBqZGQupSgY/s320/Christmas+08+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We put them in the same swing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; didn't mind, and Anna was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with it, just a bit uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXihNEjYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YpOSlGvCB-c/s1600-h/Christmas+08+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301044118187969922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXihNEjYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YpOSlGvCB-c/s320/Christmas+08+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kaelin&lt;/span&gt; loves to do Anna's hair.  She is so funny&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXiqdAHWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/J8KsI-XMCik/s1600-h/Christmas+08+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301044120670707042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEXiqdAHWI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/J8KsI-XMCik/s320/Christmas+08+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. same pic twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-3842729921871539553?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3842729921871539553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=3842729921871539553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3842729921871539553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3842729921871539553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/holidays-08.html' title='Holidays &apos;08'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SZEcsoCFR-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/TT_ZP205eYU/s72-c/Christmas+08+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-1208533544148499562</id><published>2009-01-08T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:01:01.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday to Anna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a6b334d6a41304e673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Anna's Turning 2!!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a6b334d6a41304e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-1208533544148499562?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1208533544148499562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=1208533544148499562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1208533544148499562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1208533544148499562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-smilebox-greeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-3049008408877421848</id><published>2008-11-13T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:50:58.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>My California Trip</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm just trying to catch up on posts so this one is a little backwards as far as time sequence goes.  But, it still works.  We went to a pumpkin patch that had big jump toys and the kids loved it ( but not as much as the adults!).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; is always such a happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_ZavKbEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LjHgT_IEa34/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268366476255587394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_ZavKbEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LjHgT_IEa34/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us at the pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_YzROroI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hnkj5rpkAto/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268366465661054594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_YzROroI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hnkj5rpkAto/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna didn't like sitting on the pumpkins until we put her next to Issac.  They are so cute, their both eating the straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_YlUi2PI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/USFxfyGAsf8/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268366461916862706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_YlUi2PI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/USFxfyGAsf8/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaelin&lt;/span&gt; is jumping with Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_YNyo1_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/QtybFJMy60k/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268366455600633842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_YNyo1_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/QtybFJMy60k/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Issac's birthday party, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaelin&lt;/span&gt; and I went to Dad's house for a couple days.  We took the babies out to the hot tub.  Anna didn't like it at first.  But, she eventually had so much fun that when we took her out and got her clothes off, she went back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9vZy-rFI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZCPx-5UG6iA/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268364654937025618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9vZy-rFI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ZCPx-5UG6iA/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; was loving the Turtle.  Both the one he was in and the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt; gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9u3xAPkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CEa_ZAAZxUk/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268364645801934402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9u3xAPkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CEa_ZAAZxUk/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna before she took her clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9umD0LVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HDBCIyGaIYw/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268364641048997202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9umD0LVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/HDBCIyGaIYw/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture like this of Anna and Grandpa when she was like 6 months old.  I'll have to get one with all my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9udSDbmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FgI--6To4y0/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268364638692798050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9udSDbmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FgI--6To4y0/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relaxing in the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9tphy-kI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L5gRKyjLoNA/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268364624800184898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz9tphy-kI/AAAAAAAAAYY/L5gRKyjLoNA/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issac's 1st birthday.  Rachel said he wasn't that hungry or this would have been devoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8EyGPWRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PN74YfN8V_k/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268362823214258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8EyGPWRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PN74YfN8V_k/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8EkaZQmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/z4Ir1xI5Kag/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268362819540697698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8EkaZQmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/z4Ir1xI5Kag/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaelin&lt;/span&gt; and Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8DxfEHQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jOhvcwkdUR4/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268362805870075138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8DxfEHQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jOhvcwkdUR4/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Issac in Rachel's lap, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grammie&lt;/span&gt; holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt; and Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kaelin&lt;/span&gt; sitting next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8DgA9NuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xkOZ7GTzRMs/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268362801180391138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8DgA9NuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/xkOZ7GTzRMs/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is such a good mom.  Both the kids liked Issac's card that played music so she had them both on her lap to look at it.  I think she's getting ready for number 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8DStNB1I/AAAAAAAAAXw/G-xyg1A7ZkM/s1600-h/Halloween+and+stuff+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268362797607880530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz8DStNB1I/AAAAAAAAAXw/G-xyg1A7ZkM/s320/Halloween+and+stuff+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-3049008408877421848?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3049008408877421848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=3049008408877421848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3049008408877421848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3049008408877421848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-california-trip.html' title='My California Trip'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SRz_ZavKbEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LjHgT_IEa34/s72-c/Halloween+and+stuff+265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-1033581509021667496</id><published>2008-10-18T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:24:13.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Funny Pics, but Normal Days</title><content type='html'>Here are some cute pictures of the babies. They grow up so fast!! This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nathen's&lt;/span&gt; serious look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6V5ZjjVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Zid_B7FfVNA/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720400256503122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6V5ZjjVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Zid_B7FfVNA/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He fell asleep doing some tummy time. I just had to take a picture. Look how long he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6WH3kNTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zJ9tHSAEhdo/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720404140471602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6WH3kNTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/zJ9tHSAEhdo/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6WrnvSrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zbCg2bQXY-Q/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720413737765554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6WrnvSrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zbCg2bQXY-Q/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna loves playing with his car seat. The shade part of the seat moves all the way forward and back. She plays peek a boo with him. He always smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6W0NP0AI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mfF9EKjgKOE/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720416042569730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6W0NP0AI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mfF9EKjgKOE/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It makes her laugh too. They are so cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6XOCi39I/AAAAAAAAAXA/AywagmUBjYc/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258720422977003474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6XOCi39I/AAAAAAAAAXA/AywagmUBjYc/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna was trying on my glasses. She is so cheesy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq5H_fe0OI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9_mNaDuVsdU/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258719061862174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq5H_fe0OI/AAAAAAAAAV4/9_mNaDuVsdU/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's the "am I going to get in trouble for this" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq5IdhFJ9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/d37Lw_hSXPo/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258719069921945554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq5IdhFJ9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/d37Lw_hSXPo/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what my normal night looks like. I bath both of them together. It's way easier.&lt;br /&gt; This picture is hilarious. Anna got into my breast pump and pulled out the nipple shields. Originally she walked down the hall holding them to her chest (guess she's seen mommy one too many times) I couldn't get the camera fast enough. But I still laugh every time I see this picture. One day I know this is gonna be a total embarrassment for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq5JBvSn0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/W2vfNv09m0s/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258719079645224770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq5JBvSn0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/W2vfNv09m0s/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took this one before church one day. After weeks and weeks for looking, I finally found a church outfit for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nathen&lt;/span&gt;. It's actually a 12 month, but the shirt, vest, and tie fit him perfect. The pants are just a big long for him, but I think in another month they will probably fit him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq5JsnID4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/XXIuQk2NheY/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258719091153702786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq5JsnID4I/AAAAAAAAAWY/XXIuQk2NheY/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: I realized as I looked over the pictures that Anna has pig tails in every picture. I think it's time I get a new hair style for her ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-1033581509021667496?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1033581509021667496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=1033581509021667496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1033581509021667496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1033581509021667496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-pics-but-normal-days.html' title='Funny Pics, but Normal Days'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPq6V5ZjjVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Zid_B7FfVNA/s72-c/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7147563735935728038</id><published>2008-10-18T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:15:00.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydee and Kelton visiting</title><content type='html'>Okay, so these pictures are like a month old, but better late than never, right!  My friend Hydee (whom I've been friends with since junior high) came and visited me last month with her son Kelton.  It was so much fun!!  I wish she could just come live with me; we had a blast.  Although, our kids took a couple of days to get use to eachother.  Anna is still learning how to share, while Kelton seems to have it down :(.  Anyway, after the third day together we were already planning their wedding (since they are only a few month apart).  We are going to be related somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is the so funny and exactly how the whole weekend went.  Kelton following after Anna waiting for her to play with him...she's so mean :)  and look at the hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqyG9kFUoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/eSDSPsEFyJg/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258711347583341186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqyG9kFUoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/eSDSPsEFyJg/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A better picture of the hair.  She has almost everything Haderlie except my fine hair, poor girl.  Some mornings she wakes up with the back a total rats nest.  It's so funny, but still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqyHOGE9wI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KQ9uPpkJg5c/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258711352020891394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqyHOGE9wI/AAAAAAAAAVA/KQ9uPpkJg5c/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another cute one of them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxfdVgawI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/b2aZNZN21rM/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258710668917369602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxfdVgawI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/b2aZNZN21rM/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, we had to have them bath together!  This picture is so cute of them both at one end of the tub in a bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxfnkRNCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vuOzxJ9y_50/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258710671663641634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxfnkRNCI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vuOzxJ9y_50/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxf4pB1tI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kxdEVyKMmPA/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258710676247008978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxf4pB1tI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kxdEVyKMmPA/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Hydee's idea.  We got glow sticks and put them in the tub and turned out the lights.  It actually wasn't that dark in the bathroom with the glow sticks.  Of course, Colter bought the mega, heavy duty kind that you use when you're car's broken down on the side of the road, but it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxgXmnRuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hAFYf9-jlMg/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258710684558378722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxgXmnRuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hAFYf9-jlMg/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was such a cute idea.  I'll have to try it again...she said she got the idea off of someone else's blog, so here's an idea for all of you to make bathtime a little more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxg2fISqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jAI4bqHCBgw/s1600-h/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258710692848487074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqxg2fISqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jAI4bqHCBgw/s320/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7147563735935728038?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7147563735935728038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7147563735935728038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7147563735935728038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7147563735935728038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/hydee-and-kelton-visiting.html' title='Hydee and Kelton visiting'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SPqyG9kFUoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/eSDSPsEFyJg/s72-c/Pumpkin+patch+and+stuff+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7985178833888288766</id><published>2008-10-01T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:31:35.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bad Parenting Days?</title><content type='html'>Do you have have days where you just feel like the worst parent in the world??  I've been having those lately.  I got into a really bad habit of going to bed way too late, especially since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaelin&lt;/span&gt; came to visit.  I was just busy and the best time to get things done is about 10pm to midnight, when both babies are asleep.  Anyway, I've been staying up too late and getting up early, combined with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; having 5 tests in a week and a half and never being home, and not having a car (cause the truck isn't working again) has made me "evil mommy."  I find myself sitting on the couch almost all day and barking at Anna.  For the first time, I actually truly yelled at her :(.  I feel like the worst parent in the world!!  So to combat my bad parenting, I decided to catch a ride with my mom and sister to California for Isaac's 1st birthday, taking my babies with me.  I might be out of my mind traveling around 16 hours in a car with a 20 month and 3 month old, but maybe, just maybe I'll get a little break and come back "nice mommy" again.  I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; is ready for "nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;" again!  So, now it's time to get back to trying to overcome those urges to yell at Anna, when currently she is turning on and off the Monitor as I type.  Having children definitely is the best teaching method for patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7985178833888288766?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7985178833888288766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7985178833888288766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7985178833888288766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7985178833888288766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-parenting-days.html' title='Bad Parenting Days?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-810970468604160225</id><published>2008-09-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:06:33.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessing'/><title type='text'>Nathen's Blessing</title><content type='html'>It was so much fun to see everyone at Nathen's blessing.  We had a lot of family come from both sides.  I wish I had been smart and taken a picture of everyone in a big group, but people were leaving before I even thought about it.  Nathen was cooing at Grammy (or Grammie), he is such a happy boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEouffcvhI/AAAAAAAAATo/0lqKiUP8gEo/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247019820055838226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEouffcvhI/AAAAAAAAATo/0lqKiUP8gEo/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna had a great time with Grandpa.  He was playing all kinds of fun games with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEou2YSP4I/AAAAAAAAATw/Ebn4SAIk7NU/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247019826199805826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEou2YSP4I/AAAAAAAAATw/Ebn4SAIk7NU/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEovKhTtnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uEV-QO9EOps/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247019831606359666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEovKhTtnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/uEV-QO9EOps/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna is such a girl.  She likes shoes, not matter who's they are!!  But, maybe these are a little bit too big :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEovjuYI9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/VsdjLDhENfk/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247019838372062162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEovjuYI9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/VsdjLDhENfk/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't get over how cute Isaac is, especially those blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEovzl0ieI/AAAAAAAAAUI/AaDHUcpCzu0/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247019842631141858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEovzl0ieI/AAAAAAAAAUI/AaDHUcpCzu0/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome little boy.  I didn't search as much for his blessing outfit and didn't like the one I eventually bought.  But, when I put it on him, he looked so cute!  What a handsome boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmeO0tAXI/AAAAAAAAATA/s686UQbHS94/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017341680419186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmeO0tAXI/AAAAAAAAATA/s686UQbHS94/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad is so proud of his boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmea4LSBI/AAAAAAAAATI/TI3DP6am6kc/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017344916211730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmea4LSBI/AAAAAAAAATI/TI3DP6am6kc/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I had one child that looked like me!  Maybe some day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmeqFELaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/odkrRn1NhHg/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017348996804002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmeqFELaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/odkrRn1NhHg/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is his "serious" face.  Normally he's quite smiley, but not this day.  He was really solemn for his blessing.  And he didn't cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmfK3ndlI/AAAAAAAAATY/c0ndmHWjIT0/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017357798766162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmfK3ndlI/AAAAAAAAATY/c0ndmHWjIT0/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the cousins together.  Rachel got a few better pictures than I did.  By the time I got my camera out they were done posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmfaCJJvI/AAAAAAAAATg/uvOX1iIvCyI/s1600-h/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247017361869448946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEmfaCJJvI/AAAAAAAAATg/uvOX1iIvCyI/s400/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We really appreciate everyone that came.  It was so fun, and you know what the best part was...we had room for everyone in our house!  I will have to post pictures of our new house, but I'll have to wait till it's clean before I can take some.  I wish we all lived closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-810970468604160225?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/810970468604160225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=810970468604160225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/810970468604160225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/810970468604160225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/nathens-blessing.html' title='Nathen&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SNEouffcvhI/AAAAAAAAATo/0lqKiUP8gEo/s72-c/tylers+reception+nathens+blessing+white+coat+ceremony+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-5689633066065294328</id><published>2008-08-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:04:31.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Memories. Here's a tag! 1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! 2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. (leave a memory about any of us)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-5689633066065294328?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5689633066065294328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=5689633066065294328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5689633066065294328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5689633066065294328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-1164094333505746011</id><published>2008-08-19T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:43:09.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>The BIGGEST Blessing Everrrrrrrrr!!!!</title><content type='html'>We have the most exciting news ever!!!! It is such a huge blessing, I can't even think about it without crying. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; was accepted into the Pharmacy program for this year! It is amazing how everything works. A couple weeks ago, I got home from work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; was getting ready to go to work and asked me to guess the impossible. I, of course, had no idea. He said the Dean of the Pharmacy school here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ISU&lt;/span&gt; called and said due to some unexpected events offered Colter a position into pharmacy starting this Fall. It is honestly a blessing from Heavenly Father and here's why. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; didn't even make it onto the alternate list for this Fall's program. Apparently they had exhausted their entire list and still had one spot open. They said this was the first time in the history of the program to ever happen. He happened to be the very next person in line. It is so amazing. I can't tell you how thrilled we are. It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; to see how Heavenly Father works everything out in your life if you just keep the faith. He quit Sears and now we are preparing like crazy for school to start. There is a huge long list of things to get done that most people have the entire summer to complete and we had like a week and a half. I am just in awe of how life works.&lt;br /&gt;Just to add a little funny side note. As I called all my family to tell them the news, I had 3 people assume I was calling because I was pregnant. Can you believe that?? I just had a baby 8 weeks ago! If I was pregnant again, I don't think I would call anyone. I'd just have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; me to the psych ward here at the hospital :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-1164094333505746011?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1164094333505746011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=1164094333505746011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1164094333505746011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1164094333505746011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/biggest-blessing-everrrrrrrrr.html' title='The BIGGEST Blessing Everrrrrrrrr!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7564821434934528847</id><published>2008-06-30T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:28.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>Welcome Nathen Colter!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Nathen Colter Haderlie was born Monday, June 23rd at 3:27pm. He weighed 7lbs 13oz and was 20 1/2 inches long. I was in labor for a grand total of 7 1/2 hours (not too bad)!! He's such a sweet boy and we are so blessed to have him here. The delivery went well with the exception of him being face up instead of face down. This little complication added about 30 minutes of extra pushing and the use of a vacuum to get him out. His poor little head is a little bit of a cone now and he's got some bruising on his face and head from getting stuck on his way out. I have to say he is the most mellow baby, so far. And, lucky for us, Anna only cried the 1st day and now seems to be pretty much use to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkTYPD7b5I/AAAAAAAAALk/tSPQLEEADxA/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217722950366228370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkTYPD7b5I/AAAAAAAAALk/tSPQLEEADxA/s200/Nathen+Colter+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkTYp3mMJI/AAAAAAAAALs/OC9q8vqCRC4/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217722957562261650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkTYp3mMJI/AAAAAAAAALs/OC9q8vqCRC4/s200/Nathen+Colter+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkSTg4U5eI/AAAAAAAAALE/rUq_l_OEjDM/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217721769738429922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkSTg4U5eI/AAAAAAAAALE/rUq_l_OEjDM/s200/Nathen+Colter+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkSU3sL3RI/AAAAAAAAALM/rbYKzAJo00o/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217721793041390866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkSU3sL3RI/AAAAAAAAALM/rbYKzAJo00o/s200/Nathen+Colter+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is so cute!! Grammy let her have Kool-Aid every day while I was in the hospital. Something I never let her have. But, because of drinking Kool-Aid, she now drinks Apple juice. So, I gotta give Grammy some credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkSV2IdqAI/AAAAAAAAALc/_uhC2HexMDE/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217721809802995714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkSV2IdqAI/AAAAAAAAALc/_uhC2HexMDE/s200/Nathen+Colter+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPl5Ei40I/AAAAAAAAAKc/98FyAaANQQE/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217718786934891330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPl5Ei40I/AAAAAAAAAKc/98FyAaANQQE/s200/Nathen+Colter+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPmaZO2_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/4XeDirwkOCg/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217718795880029170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPmaZO2_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/4XeDirwkOCg/s200/Nathen+Colter+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna seems to be use to Nathen now. She use to call him Baby, but Grammy thought it would be funny to teach her Bubba. So, now she calls him Bubba. She loves to give him kisses and point to him and say "Bubba?" I have to be careful with her though because she likes to poke him in the eye to show you she knows where eyes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPmyIADQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/W5dUZuyyx3Q/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217718802250206466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPmyIADQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/W5dUZuyyx3Q/s200/Nathen+Colter+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPouIzK-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ryFE-saTLSA/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217718835539553250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPouIzK-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ryFE-saTLSA/s200/Nathen+Colter+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPo90Rs8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6UBOEge_iyg/s1600-h/Nathen+Colter+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217718839748441026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkPo90Rs8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6UBOEge_iyg/s200/Nathen+Colter+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not my favorite family picture, but we had to take at least one of all of us at the hospital. Anna was not a happy girl the first day. She would cry whenever Colter or my mom would hold him. She was okay with me holding him, but not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7564821434934528847?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7564821434934528847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7564821434934528847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7564821434934528847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7564821434934528847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-nathen-colter.html' title='Welcome Nathen Colter!!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SGkTYPD7b5I/AAAAAAAAALk/tSPQLEEADxA/s72-c/Nathen+Colter+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-8058233015512501390</id><published>2008-06-18T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:28:59.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than a week!!!</title><content type='html'>I have less than a week till our little boy comes!  I'm excited to have him here (and out of my body) but I can't say I'm looking forward to whats coming...the endless nights of no sleep, nursing every 2 hours, being worried over every little thing!!  I can honestly say I never got a chance to forget how hard newborns can be.  I remember Anna sleeping a lot during the day, but I was so worried about everything.  I hope because I have a little more experience this time, I won't be so worried about everything.  I also remember how wonderful it was to have a brand new baby in your arms that you created; the overwhelming sensation of love for someone you just met; and the sweetness of innocence.  Right now, I think is the calm before the storm.  For those of you who don't know, we decided to buy a house and are in the process right now.  We plan on moving in during the 1st week of July.  So in the midst of having a new baby, we will be packing and moving while he is only a week old.  I call times like these my hurtles.  In school, whenever there was a big test coming or a presentation to give, it was my hurtle.  As soon as the hurtle was cleared, I could relax till the next hurtle came.  Well, right now I have 2 hurtles coming.  So, I know the stress will pass, but I'm not looking forward to jumping it.  But, I know the Lord will bless us.  He was taken such good care of us up till now, so I know he will continue.  I have the most wonderful husband, who is extremely helpful with his family, and takes good care of all of us.  I also have a wonderful extended family who are so helpful and willing to come at a moments notice.  We are extremely blessed and I am looking forward to the new addition to the family, even with all the extra work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-8058233015512501390?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8058233015512501390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=8058233015512501390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8058233015512501390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8058233015512501390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/less-than-week.html' title='Less than a week!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-4494216410105386863</id><published>2008-06-04T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:30.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are a few Graduation pictures. Colter couldn't find our camera, so I'm waiting on everyone else that attended to give me some pictures. It was a fun day, but very surreal. It almost felt like graduating high school again. It was so much fun to see all the family. Colter and I really enjoyed everyone that came. Hopefully I'll get more pictures soon so I can post them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SEcK-xQlubI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wUVVDS35aAc/s1600-h/100_6615%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208143567568353714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SEcK-xQlubI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wUVVDS35aAc/s200/100_6615%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SEcLAM5QRqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hWHx_SPjAGY/s1600-h/100_6621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208143592166540962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SEcLAM5QRqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hWHx_SPjAGY/s200/100_6621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gown did a good job hiding the fact that I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SEcLBTKtWLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2pi_vc9xcYE/s1600-h/100_6636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208143611030231218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SEcLBTKtWLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2pi_vc9xcYE/s200/100_6636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208144785626582450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SEcMFq4TTbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5zF16YWgJxo/s200/100_6640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna and Issac attempted to play together.  She mostly would steal any toy he tried to play with.  He seemed to enjoy her.  She mostly just made sure he didn't touch anything she didn't want him to.  It was fun to see them together.  It's too bad they won't be able to grow up together.  They are so close in age they could be great playmates as they got older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-4494216410105386863?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4494216410105386863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=4494216410105386863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4494216410105386863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4494216410105386863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SEcK-xQlubI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wUVVDS35aAc/s72-c/100_6615%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7913146692063506414</id><published>2008-05-05T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:32.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Surgery</title><content type='html'>Here are a few Pics I took with my camera phone before and after her surgery.  It went really well.  But, they did take a long time with her.  They told us it would take around 20-30 minutes, they kept her for an hour.  We had to be at the hospital at 6:30am and we didn't leave the hospital till around noon.  It was a long day.  But hopefully she is better for it.  The worst part was that she's all bruised up.  Her face was bruised from the tape and her hand from the IV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-Mdp433eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/54Atlg0mnGo/s1600-h/0502080725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197026936097332706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-Mdp433eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/54Atlg0mnGo/s200/0502080725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-Md5433fI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ES8ITY2c-rY/s1600-h/0502080730a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197026940392300018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-Md5433fI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ES8ITY2c-rY/s200/0502080730a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colter liked to take her for a walk while we were waiting.  Isn't this the cutest picture?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-MeJ433gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wmkEat3X40c/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197026944687267330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-MeJ433gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/wmkEat3X40c/s200/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pics above are all before the surgery, the ones below are after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-MeZ433hI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z4FQ8wxQj4E/s1600-h/0502081046a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197026948982234642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-MeZ433hI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z4FQ8wxQj4E/s200/0502081046a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-MeZ433iI/AAAAAAAAAJc/diY9-LYQmZ0/s1600-h/0502081046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197026948982234658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-MeZ433iI/AAAAAAAAAJc/diY9-LYQmZ0/s200/0502081046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had to wrap her hand in a purple bandage to keep her from pulling out her IV.  Once she was more aware of her surroundings she started playing with the IV like a phone.  It was kind of cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197027168025566770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-MrJ433jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S_llQeVbjCw/s200/0502081033b.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197027185205435970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-MsJ433kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/va_hSCKuA_k/s200/0502081033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7913146692063506414?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7913146692063506414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7913146692063506414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7913146692063506414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7913146692063506414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/annas-surgery.html' title='Anna&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SB-Mdp433eI/AAAAAAAAAI8/54Atlg0mnGo/s72-c/0502080725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-472615028293956389</id><published>2008-04-30T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:11:12.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Anna</title><content type='html'>What a mess our poor little girl has been in!!!  So to update everyone on her current situation, she has not been able to have the tubes put in yet.  Her poor ears have been infected and draining for 4 solid weeks.  Not only has this been a problem, but she has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resistant&lt;/span&gt; to the antibiotics they've been giving her to help with the infection.  The day before the surgery, she developed a slight cold, just a runny nose basically, but a small cough.  Because of this, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anesthetist&lt;/span&gt; won't allow her to be put under, which is a good thing.  Her doctor was extremely worried about the infections in her ears so he decided to have a CAT Scan done the next day.  The scan showed that not only are her ears infected and full of fluid, but all her sinuses in her head, including behind her ears were all filled with fluid and infected.  Also, her adenoids were enlarged.  He was a bit panicked because he told me he would have hospitalized her, but she hadn't run a fever during the whole 3 1/2 weeks of infection.  Now my poor girl is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;steroids&lt;/span&gt; to try to calm down all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inflammation&lt;/span&gt; in her sinuses and she has to be seen everyday at the Dr.'s office for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Antibiotic&lt;/span&gt; shots.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;.'s also had to draw blood to prep her for surgery, which didn't go over very well.  She wouldn't lay still so they had to do it in both arms, which are badly bruised now.  Then the next day they called and said they didn't get enough, she went in again for them to draw more.  Both her arms are covered in bruises from the needle and with hand prints trying to hold her down.  It just about broke my heart to see her cry and twist in pain like that.  The surgery is set for Friday whether she's better or not.  Her ear, nose, throat Dr. has been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about her he has called me everyday!!!  He even called to tell me he consulted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. at Primary Children's in Salt Lake.  Anna has been really good.  She is so good natured that you would have never guessed she's been this sick.  This just proves she's not my daughter, I am a total wimp when it comes to pain.  But, hopefully we'll get everything resolved.  And I'll start posting pictures as soon as finals are over and I actually have time to relax again.&lt;br /&gt;We love everyone and thank you for your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-472615028293956389?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/472615028293956389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=472615028293956389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/472615028293956389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/472615028293956389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-anna.html' title='Update on Anna'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-7472758841050913097</id><published>2008-04-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:17:07.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad News....and the Good</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone, here is the bad news...Colter didn't make it into the Pharmacy program this year.  We've known for a couple weeks, but had to come to terms with it before telling everyone.  We are pretty bummed.  Colter is very disappointed in himself, even though there was nothing more he could do.  He was selected to do an interview, which means he made it into 120 out of 600 applicants.  I think that's pretty incredible.  He's decided to go on to get his Bachelor's here at ISU then apply again next year, along with Denver and Laramie schools.  It will take him one more year to finish that up and his chances will increase with a Bachelors.  As for the good news, we have decided to buy a house.  I'm so excited.  We had originally decided not to buy a house unless he made it into the program, but we are going to anyway.  We've run out of room in our small apartment with only 3 of us.  I don't know how it would be with 4.  I think there is a good chance Colter will make it in the program next year, so I'm not worried.  Yay for us!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-7472758841050913097?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7472758841050913097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=7472758841050913097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7472758841050913097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/7472758841050913097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-newsand-good.html' title='The Bad News....and the Good'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-1379922920723079804</id><published>2008-04-11T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:21:29.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Ears</title><content type='html'>Okay for those of you who I talk to often, you probably already know this, but Anna has had ear infections for like the last 4 or 5 months.  It's been awful.  She has such a high pain tolerance, which doesn't come from me, that we don't even know something is wrong till it ruptures.  She is consistently on antibiotics every 3 to 4 weeks because of them.  It seems to happen every time she gets a cold.  Finally, last week when her ear ruptured again, we went to the Dr. who told me both ears were infected, they suggested she get tubes put in.  I'm a little scared.  It's only an out-patient procedure, but they do have to put her under for like 30 minutes.  She is only 14 months old!  I want her to be healthy and I don't think it's healthy to be on antibiotics every month, but I'm really sad.  I'm sure this is for the best and it's no big deal, but I can't help being the overly worried 1st time mom.  The procedure is scheduled for April 21st cause the infection she has now won't seem to go away.  I really hope it's not that big of a deal and I'm worried for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-1379922920723079804?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1379922920723079804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=1379922920723079804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1379922920723079804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/1379922920723079804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/annas-ears.html' title='Anna&apos;s Ears'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-6660891632567696386</id><published>2008-04-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:33.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter with Haderlies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZRJm_YfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AedSvNWT7J4/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188174553158738418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZRJm_YfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AedSvNWT7J4/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZRZm_YgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JOPsE_bWVuo/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188174557453705730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZRZm_YgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JOPsE_bWVuo/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZR5m_YhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VumUqwRmNkY/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188174566043640338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZR5m_YhI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VumUqwRmNkY/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZSJm_YiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Smp-bzl0Ptc/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188174570338607650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZSJm_YiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Smp-bzl0Ptc/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colter's family came up the week before Easter to visit. They gave Anna her Easter basket and she loved it. Most especially the bubbles, she plays with them all the time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-6660891632567696386?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6660891632567696386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=6660891632567696386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6660891632567696386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6660891632567696386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-with-haderlies.html' title='Easter with Haderlies'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/SAAZRJm_YfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AedSvNWT7J4/s72-c/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-8867292539306536457</id><published>2008-04-09T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:16:08.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation has come!!!!</title><content type='html'>Some news for everyone, I am finally graduating!!  After 5 1/2 long years of school I'm getting a Bachelor's of Science in Health Education.  Graduation Day is May 10th and I can't wait.  I was so lucky to even be allowed to participate in the commencement.  ISU use to have 3 commencement ceremonies a year, one in May, August, and December.  The original plan was to graduate in August so that we could bless our baby at the same time, making it easier for everyone that would want to attend both.  But, I found out on Monday that ISU no longer does that (as of this year) and only holds one ceremony a year, in May.  I had to reapply to graduate early, since I had originally applied for August, and barely made it in by the skin of my teeth.  The deadline was April 11th, this Friday.  But, I made it.  Sorry to everyone that this is such short notice, especially those of you who will fly.  If I didn't do it this May, I would have had to wait till next May, and I wouldn't have done it.  But, everyone is welcome to attend that can.  We love you all! &lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-8867292539306536457?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8867292539306536457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=8867292539306536457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8867292539306536457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/8867292539306536457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/graduation-has-come.html' title='Graduation has come!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-4012057939409494087</id><published>2008-03-25T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:34.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><title type='text'>3D Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>We had our 3D ultrasound on Thursday.  It was fun to see him again.  He wasn't very cooperative though.  He kept his face pointed down, his hand by his face, and the umbilical cord laying all over him.  It was hard to get any really clear views of his face.  They even spent more time than normal with us trying to get him to be compliant.  Anna kept wanting to get on the bed with me and touch the stuff on my belly.  She didn't even care to look at the screen.  The room was nice they had a big flat panel TV on the wall so your spouse can see what the tech is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_qPl_JoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-yG9SDEI0Rs/s1600-h/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742841239381634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_qPl_JoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-yG9SDEI0Rs/s320/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the only view she had of him made him look like he had a big nose.  When she zoomed out, he looked normal, but it was the only face shots we were gonna get.  In this one, his hand is by his face on the right.  The umbilical cord comes from chin and wraps around his arm and he is holding it.  It also comes back done on the other side.  When we first saw this picture, I told Colter that our boy took after him, nose and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_qPl_JpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RDNxZ6WjjnM/s1600-h/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742841239381650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_qPl_JpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/RDNxZ6WjjnM/s320/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This shot proves he's a boy.  You can see two little lets, and a little something in between the legs.  We just wanted to make sure we were buying the right stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_qvl_JqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/elPZUxWwJB0/s1600-h/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742849829316258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_qvl_JqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/elPZUxWwJB0/s320/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we couldn't get any clear face shots with the 1st Ultrasound, they did some 2D ones two.  You can see his face in a profile view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_q_l_JrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/A5OLGtYsx3w/s1600-h/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181742854124283570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_q_l_JrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/A5OLGtYsx3w/s320/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did a lot of arms and leg shots because we couldn't see the face, so in this picture you see his arm and his little finger in a fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-4012057939409494087?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4012057939409494087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=4012057939409494087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4012057939409494087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4012057939409494087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/3d-ultrasound.html' title='3D Ultrasound'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k_qPl_JoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-yG9SDEI0Rs/s72-c/3D+Ultrasound+baby+boy+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-3972229916794116927</id><published>2008-03-25T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:34.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Las Vegas trip</title><content type='html'>For Nancy's 50th birthday, we all went to Las Vegas to celebrate.  It was so much fun.  Colter had to work so he couldn't make it, but Anna and I went.  Let me tell you, flying with a baby all by yourself is tough, kudos to all those moms who do it often!  Unfortunately for Anna, she wasn't feeling well during the entire trip.  She did alright on the plane, but I thought my back would break from carrying her, her diaper bag, and a baby in the tummy.  She has got to learn to walk and fast.  I don't know how much more carrying I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6f_l_JjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ggKPeWQJoeI/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181737167587583538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6f_l_JjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ggKPeWQJoeI/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all went and saw the Hoover Dam.  It was fun, I'd never taken the tour before.  Anna was pretty much just held the entire time.  She slept through some of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6gvl_JkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1h9a5ehvetQ/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181737180472485442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6gvl_JkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1h9a5ehvetQ/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She spent the whole trip either with me, Nancy, or dad.  She wouldn't let anyone else touch her pretty much.  What a stinker!  Luckily for me, Dad and Nancy were so good to just hold her pretty much all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6h_l_JlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Dj9jRxFv-g/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181737201947321938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6h_l_JlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Dj9jRxFv-g/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jarom and Rachel's son Issac.  He looks exactly like Jarom.  The funny thing is, he is almost as big as Anna and like 9 month younger.  But he has these great blue eyes.  Anna didn't want anything to do with him.  The only interaction she had with him the whole trip was when he was playing with her toys.  She crawled right up to him, ripped them out of his hands and threw them across the room.  He just smiled at her while she scowled at him.  We are going to have to start preparing her for the upcoming event of a baby brother, and quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6ifl_JmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3WUhv6hpgNc/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181737210537256546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6ifl_JmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3WUhv6hpgNc/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Micah and Cathy came too.  The only ones that couldn't make it were Kaelin and Colter, both because they had to work.  This is us at the Dam again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6ivl_JnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OeIJu2s0d8g/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181737214832223858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6ivl_JnI/AAAAAAAAAH0/OeIJu2s0d8g/s320/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was everyone that was staying at the house.  There were a lot of people.  We had a really good time.  It was nice to see everyone and get to just hang out.  I feel like I never see anyone cause we live so far away.  If only Anna had been better, it would have made the trip perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-3972229916794116927?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3972229916794116927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=3972229916794116927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3972229916794116927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/3972229916794116927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/las-vegas-trip.html' title='Las Vegas trip'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R-k6f_l_JjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ggKPeWQJoeI/s72-c/Las+Vegas+trip+and+family+visit+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-876803006475831925</id><published>2008-02-05T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:02:36.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>Okay, one clarification on the names. It would either be Michael Colter Haderlie, or Hunter C. Haderlie. If we named him Hunter he would only have the middle initial C. Not the middle name of Colter. So keep that in mind when you vote.  The Poll is on the right side, so please everyone vote  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-876803006475831925?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/876803006475831925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=876803006475831925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/876803006475831925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/876803006475831925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-6557079721107241598</id><published>2008-02-05T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:36.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the baby is..........</title><content type='html'>Okay, for everyone that is waiting to hear what we are having....it's a boy!!  Colter got his wish, he's getting a son.  We're still talking about names.  Jarom suggested I put up a poll and I think I will.  Now everyone can vote and see which name they like better.  This doesn't mean we'll choose either name.  But, it might be some leverage.  We couldn't get a good look at the head and face cause he was tucked way down into my pelvis with his face towards my back.  But, we get a 3D in 6 weeks so we'll have to post that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU7iJZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gHKRDM-3r70/s1600-h/Baby+boy+ultrasound+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163611092023895570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU7iJZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gHKRDM-3r70/s320/Baby+boy+ultrasound+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you can tell this picture means its a boy than I think you're amazing.  All I can say is look for the turtle head on the upper right half of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU7iJZ5iI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AKc21CoEQfA/s1600-h/Baby+boy+ultrasound+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163611092023895586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU7iJZ5iI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AKc21CoEQfA/s320/Baby+boy+ultrasound+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this one clearly shows the little hands and arm.  His hand was up by his face in the left picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU7yJZ5jI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8BuhN8xb1Og/s1600-h/Baby+boy+ultrasound+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163611096318862898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU7yJZ5jI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8BuhN8xb1Og/s320/Baby+boy+ultrasound+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see the foot clearly on the left.  The Right foot is harder to see, but it's up top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU8CJZ5kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VwsP-th7paE/s1600-h/Baby+boy+ultrasound+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163611100613830210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU8CJZ5kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VwsP-th7paE/s320/Baby+boy+ultrasound+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He kept moving his hand in front of his face so we couldn't get a really good look, but you can see the hand by a head in this picture.  He was waving it back and forth like he was saying hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-6557079721107241598?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6557079721107241598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=6557079721107241598' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6557079721107241598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6557079721107241598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-baby-is.html' title='and the baby is..........'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R6jU7iJZ5hI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gHKRDM-3r70/s72-c/Baby+boy+ultrasound+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-6461195771335385127</id><published>2008-01-25T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:37.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Anna's B-Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, here are a few more pictures from Anna's birthday.  She loves her rocking horse, finally.  It really scared her at first, but now she is use to it and loves it.  We rock it for her and when we stop she starts jiggling her body back and forth trying to make it move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5roiCJZ5cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EpCgW4y1oJk/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159691994495837634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5roiCJZ5cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EpCgW4y1oJk/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you press the horses ears it makes sounds.  One is just of it neighing, the other is of it galloping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5roiiJZ5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kCMbYCJdACk/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159692003085772242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5roiiJZ5dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kCMbYCJdACk/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another cute picture of the messy 1st birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5roiyJZ5eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yg5ootYbrFA/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159692007380739554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5roiyJZ5eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yg5ootYbrFA/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course the horse again.  Doesn't her hair look cute in pig tails.  Finally she has enough hair to do stuff with.  And Colter likes the pig tails, so he won't pull the out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rojSJZ5fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qi_-5mt-UiA/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159692015970674162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rojSJZ5fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qi_-5mt-UiA/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaelin came and staying with us for the 1st couple days of school.  I have Anna registered at a day care for a couple hours a week, but its on drop-in basis only.  I didn't want to risk missing the 1st day of classes because of no room at the inn (I mean day care).  So I asked Kaelin to stay.  Mom made her get up at night with Anna while she was here.  I told her she didn't have to, but she did anyway.  After she left she said she was not having kids for a long, long time.  She figured out they were a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rojyJZ5gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K07nmFV2nHU/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159692024560608770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rojyJZ5gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K07nmFV2nHU/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of Anna standing all by herself.  We had some friends over to play games and they set her on the floor and she just stood there.  She cried though.  She stood for like 3 minutes just crying.  It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Also, a brief update on myself and Colter.  I am now 18 weeks pregnant, but we don't have the ultrasound scheduled until the 5th of February.  Right in between our anniversary and Colter's Birthday.  I told him that finding out the sex was  his gift this year, just kidding!  Anyway, I've lost 4 lbs since I got pregnant and finally I've gained 2 back.  I was hoping to just lose weight this pregnancy.  Just kidding, I want a very healthy baby, even if I have to gain another 30 lbs, I just hope this time I can get it off completely before I get pregnant again.  This pregnancy has been so different.  I have hard hardly any cravings and am rarely hungry.  I think its the affects of still having a baby to take care of.  There's no time to think of what I want!! :)   Anyway, I've enrolled in a cake decorating class with some friends from church, so hopefully that will be fun.  Colter turned in his application for the Pharmacy program.  Please, I'm begging everyone, keep us in your prayers.  I don't think I can wait 5 more years for his graduation, which is what it would be if he doesn't get in this year.  Currently, he is taking a full load at school, working 35 hours a week at Sears, and busy in his calling at church, while being dad and a husband.  Yes, I feel for him.  He is a wonderful man and I am a very lucky girl!  Besides the stress of everyday life, we are doing well.  Anna is sick, like usual.  She has had non stop colds.  But she is also teething.  That girl grows teeth faster than I know what to do with.  She now has 2 molars making 10 teeth total.  Anyway, I will try harder to keep this blog up to date.  And I will keep everyone posted on what I'm having when i find out.  Kaelin gets to know first (cause I promised)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-6461195771335385127?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6461195771335385127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=6461195771335385127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6461195771335385127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/6461195771335385127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-of-annas-b-day.html' title='More of Anna&apos;s B-Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5roiCJZ5cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EpCgW4y1oJk/s72-c/Annas+1st+birthday+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-66041620316288035</id><published>2008-01-25T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:38.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna turns 1!</title><content type='html'>Anna's 1st birthday was a blast!!  She enjoyed it, I could tell.  She finally figured out how to tear paper so she unwrapped all her own gifts (with of course a little of my help).  Mom and Kaelin, Dad and Nancy, Darren and Jerolyn, Savannah, Becky and Jeramy, all came to her birthday.  So, as you can imagine, we had a very full apartment.  It was still a little stressful, even though it was fun.  I think it is always a bit stressful to entertain.  Especially when the majority of the people coming live out of town.  But, it went really well.  Anna had a wonderful time and got a ton of persents.  This child is so spoiled.  Our house is now literally overflowing with toys!  From a rocking horse, to ball poppers, I think we have enough toys for all the rest of our children.  In fact, we knew she was getting so much that we bought her an ear thermometer and didn't even wrap it.  It was fun making her birthday cake.  I borrowed a butterfly cupcake pan.  It makes individual cupcakes that you put together and decorate as if a regular cake.  We gave her the middle two pieces (the body of the butterfly).  She didn't even eat it.  She just had a great time mushing it all up.  She would put it in her mouth than spit it out.  That, by the way, is her new favorite thing to do.  Put food in her mouth, chew it up and spit it out.  Dad also brought her that Care Bear. Although I heard it took him quite the adventure to find it.  She loves it.  She cuddles with it and her blankie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkjCJZ5XI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-t3eYvKcrP0/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159687613629195634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkjCJZ5XI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-t3eYvKcrP0/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkjSJZ5YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/euMEUCtGptc/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159687617924162946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkjSJZ5YI/AAAAAAAAAFk/euMEUCtGptc/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkjyJZ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zPlS0_Vgwbw/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159687626514097554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkjyJZ5ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zPlS0_Vgwbw/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkkSJZ5aI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uEAXm8niZP0/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159687635104032162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkkSJZ5aI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uEAXm8niZP0/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkkiJZ5bI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eM2RSf903rA/s1600-h/Annas+1st+birthday+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159687639398999474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkkiJZ5bI/AAAAAAAAAF8/eM2RSf903rA/s320/Annas+1st+birthday+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-66041620316288035?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/66041620316288035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=66041620316288035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/66041620316288035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/66041620316288035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/anna-turns-1.html' title='Anna turns 1!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rkjCJZ5XI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-t3eYvKcrP0/s72-c/Annas+1st+birthday+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-223725945177888826</id><published>2008-01-25T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:39.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with Mom</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to apologize for not updating this in awhile.  When I have my free time at night, I generally do things that I've been wanting to do, not always things I need to do.  So, finally I got around to it.  Christmas at mom's house was so much fun.  All Anna did was chase Hyrum all over the house.  She followed him everywhere.  Unfortunatley, I didn't get a picture of it.  It was so cute, but she loved having someone to play with.  We had a great time.  It was a nice break for Colter and I.  Mom was sweet and got up with Anna a couple of the nights we were there.  It was also fun to have Kyle, Paige, and Hyrum with us.  It was especially fun because Hyrum was really into Christmas.  He left cookies and carrots for Santa and his reindeer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rQIyJZ5RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WlrCsI1jDeI/s1600-h/Christmas+with+mom+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159665172425073938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rQIyJZ5RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WlrCsI1jDeI/s320/Christmas+with+mom+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna got this CareBear from Dad and Nancy for Christmas.  It moves and sings.  She really likes it actually, but it scares her too.  When you start it, she has to be sitting on your lap or shes scared.  But it is really cute.  She likes it so much that when it's not going she cuddles with it.  I had to tell Dad to get her a real CareBear for her birthday.  One that is softer so she can actually cuddle.  This one is really hard, and heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rP7SJZ5PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P73FKBOvzak/s1600-h/Christmas+with+mom+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159664940496839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rP7SJZ5PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/P73FKBOvzak/s320/Christmas+with+mom+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna got some really cute Christmas jammies from Colter's parents.  We couldn't get a really good picture of the PJ's but this is a way cute picture of Anna and her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rP7iJZ5QI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3NmY33nvGww/s1600-h/Christmas+with+mom+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159664944791807234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rP7iJZ5QI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3NmY33nvGww/s320/Christmas+with+mom+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said before, as long as she's sitting on your lap she loves her Care Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rPaSJZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qye5CeHh5I4/s1600-h/Christmas+with+mom+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159664373561156802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rPaSJZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qye5CeHh5I4/s320/Christmas+with+mom+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige gave mom this Pyrex dish for Christmas.  You can't really see, but Paige has Breanda sandblasted onto the bottom.  I got one when I got married (from someone else) and they are so nice.  I love it!  Paige started a little business up where they live doing it.  I think it's a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rPaiJZ5NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TYf291HI4K8/s1600-h/Christmas+with+mom+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159664377856124114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rPaiJZ5NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TYf291HI4K8/s320/Christmas+with+mom+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna had a terrible diaper rash on Chirstmas day.  It started Christmas Eve.  She had a poopy diaper that I didn't catch and it cause a diaper rash.  Then she got diharrea which cause some really awful diaper rashes.  Nothing seemed to help.  The poor girl wouldn't even sit on her bum because it hurt too bad.  She cried and cried and pooped like crazy.  It took almost 2 weeks for the pooping to stop and the diaper rash to go away.  Christmas Day wasn't that fun for her.  She just laid on Grandma while Colter and I unwrapped all of her presents.  Occasionally she would see something she liked and pop her head up.  But, most of the time she just laid there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rPayJZ5OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gFfur7ELl7M/s1600-h/Christmas+with+mom+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159664382151091426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rPayJZ5OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gFfur7ELl7M/s320/Christmas+with+mom+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colter got a sniper rifle barrel for his paint ball gun.  Who knew you could put a snipper barrel on a paint ball gun.  But, it was one of the things he was hoping for.  Actually, he enjoyed all of this presents.  Jarom gave him a GPS, which he is excited about, but still hasn't figured out how to use.  He is so technologically challenged!!  Eventually, I'll break down and read to instructions and explain it to him.  He's so funny.  I got a lot of great gifts too.  It was fun to get gifts actually for me and not the baby this year!  Somethings I'll have to wait to use to after to baby comes, but it's something to look forward to.  Our stay at Mom's was short.  We left the day after Christmas cause Colter had to work.  She roads were terrible and we left at 5:30am.  It took us 6 hours to get home (usually it takes us 4!).  But, luckily Anna slept though most of it.  I had to sleep through it too or I was sure to have a heart attack.  Colter drove like a mad man in snow that was suppose to require chains.  But, make it home we did and safely thanks to his driving.  It's a blessing to me that he grew up with those little two lane roads!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-223725945177888826?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/223725945177888826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=223725945177888826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/223725945177888826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/223725945177888826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-with-mom.html' title='Christmas with Mom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R5rQIyJZ5RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WlrCsI1jDeI/s72-c/Christmas+with+mom+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-5631355401850034299</id><published>2007-12-21T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:42.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well, Christmas is finally here. And school is out for the break. We are so excited. It'll be nice to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; home a little more before school starts up in January. He is applying for the Pharmacy program in February so he will be shadowing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pharmacist&lt;/span&gt; during is off hours to get 40 hours done before his application is due. So, he will be gone a lot, but not as much as he is during the semester. We celebrated Christmas with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colter's&lt;/span&gt; family. They came up for my birthday so we did Christmas then. Isn't Anna so cute?? I finally got some pictures of her and our family. This picture is one of my favorites. I entered her in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Regis&lt;/span&gt; and Kelly's Cutest baby search. I just thought it would be fun. If she wins, we would get $100,000 for her college fund. But, I just thought it would be cool if they showed her picture on TV.a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146674688349112658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R2ypXF2LCVI/AAAAAAAAADM/i-eAut0XAx0/s320/Christmas+fam+pictures+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is Anna opening her first Christmas gift with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jerolyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colter's&lt;/span&gt; mom. She wasn't interested much in it. She wouldn't even grab the paper. All she would do is sit there till the present was opened. Then she would play with the bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R2ypXV2LCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/KLk_TwM4e40/s1600-h/Christmas+fam+pictures+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146674692644079970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R2ypXV2LCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/KLk_TwM4e40/s320/Christmas+fam+pictures+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She stayed up way late that night. She didn't go to sleep till about 1am. And, life has been fun since then. She has some really bad habits. I have a hard time getting her to sleep before 9pm now. Sooner or later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Colter&lt;/span&gt; will have to give in and let her cry it out cause I don't think I can continue getting up with her and the new baby. By the way, I've been feeling the baby move. It's kind of early, but I suppose that is because this isn't my first pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R2ypXl2LCXI/AAAAAAAAADc/KwCxJd2Bqyk/s1600-h/Christmas+fam+pictures+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146674696939047282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R2ypXl2LCXI/AAAAAAAAADc/KwCxJd2Bqyk/s320/Christmas+fam+pictures+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna loves cell phones. She has started this mimicking thing. She grabs the phone and puts it to her ear backwards and starts blabbing away. I think it is so cute. We just love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R2ypXl2LCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/pqN8nSpaZCs/s1600-h/Christmas+fam+pictures+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146674696939047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R2ypXl2LCYI/AAAAAAAAADk/pqN8nSpaZCs/s320/Christmas+fam+pictures+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we are off to Mom's house for Christmas tomorrow. It will be interesting to see how Anna does in the car that long. We are excited. It will be so nice to have nothing to do for 4 days!! I know mom is excited. She probably called me 10 times today. Anyway, I didn't get to my Christmas cards like I wanted to. So Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haderlies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-5631355401850034299?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5631355401850034299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=5631355401850034299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5631355401850034299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5631355401850034299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/R2ypXF2LCVI/AAAAAAAAADM/i-eAut0XAx0/s72-c/Christmas+fam+pictures+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-4145138333142667376</id><published>2007-12-10T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:52:41.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News - No pictures...sorry</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't have any new pictures to share but I thought I would write a little about what has been going on with our family. Next week is finals week!! YAY! I have to say I am thrilled. These last couple of weeks have been so hectic. I was hoping to have a new family picture to post and send in Christmas Cards but every time we go to do it, something happens. Recently, we went down to California for Issac's blessing. It was so fun to see everyone. We had a great time, even though it was rushed. Then, when we got home it was back to work. Colter has had tests like mad these last two weeks (preparatory tests for finals I guess) and I have had presentations to give. I guess they figure you'll be constantly giving presentations to find funding for health programs in my field (Health Education). So it's just one thing after another. Anna got her first stomach flu :( It was so awful. She threw up for 2 days straight. We took her to the doctor who told us it was just a symptom of her ear infection that we didn't know she had. Well, turns out it wasn't cause a day later I caught it and spend 24 hours throwing up. I can't say that spending time is the bathroom is new though. I'm still sick with this pregnancy. I'm counting down the days till this 1st trimester is over. At exactly 14 weeks with Anna, I felt much better so hopefully this one will be the same. On Wednesday I'll be 12 weeks and yes, I am starting to show. I've got quite the little pouch. I do know that I've lost weight with how sick I've been, but still there is a belly. I think before too much longer I'll be in maternity clothes. I'm still excited for Christmas, but shopping has been hard. I never feel quite well enough to make myself go. But it's still an exciting time. Well, I apologize for no new pictures. The next time I post I will have pictures of our family as well as our Christmas tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-4145138333142667376?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4145138333142667376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=4145138333142667376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4145138333142667376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/4145138333142667376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/news-no-picturessorry.html' title='News - No pictures...sorry'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-5990352458551324613</id><published>2007-11-15T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:44.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time, Splash time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E39tMmKI/AAAAAAAAACU/fTdlJGprkmI/s1600-h/Bathtime+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133264509775681698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E39tMmKI/AAAAAAAAACU/fTdlJGprkmI/s320/Bathtime+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anna loves bath time, I just can't believe how big she is getting. We just had a check up and she weighs 18 lbs and is 28 3/4 inches long. I think before long Isaac will out weigh her! Anyway, she hated her appointment. Usually she is okay, but not this time. The doctor said it was pretty normal because they become aware of themselves at this age. In other words, she hates having her personal space invaded. That is really true during her bath, she now hates having her hair and face washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E4NtMmLI/AAAAAAAAACc/jZDETq03-V4/s1600-h/Bathtime+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133264514070649010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E4NtMmLI/AAAAAAAAACc/jZDETq03-V4/s320/Bathtime+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This mobility means freedom for her. Freedom from anything she doesn't want anymore. And that also means freedom from diaper changes. The minute I lay her on the floor she flips over and crawls away as fast as she can. Sometimes I have to pin her down, especially when the diaper is poopy! But, she also likes to be naked. I have to hold her to get clothes on her after bath time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E4dtMmMI/AAAAAAAAACk/Iw6nsXUpMXM/s1600-h/Bathtime+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133264518365616322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E4dtMmMI/AAAAAAAAACk/Iw6nsXUpMXM/s320/Bathtime+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves smiling for the camera. The minute the camera comes out she crawls right over to it and smiles really big. I think it is so cute. We are going to get family pictures done soon for a Christmas card, hopefully she is just as smiley then. Then everyone can see all 4 teeth she has. Yes, she has 4, two bottom and both top eye teeth. She looks like a little vampire (who's missing their 2 front teeth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E4ttMmNI/AAAAAAAAACs/9zfv0ndHHuw/s1600-h/Bathtime+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133264522660583634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E4ttMmNI/AAAAAAAAACs/9zfv0ndHHuw/s320/Bathtime+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She likes to pulls herself up on everything. It is really cute, she pulls her self up on the couch, the TV, the gate, but some things she hasn't learned to get down from. She just stands there and starts to shake then whines a little till some one comes and helps her sit back down. It is so funny. She also likes to pulls herself up on me when she gets the chance. In the morning, she follows me to the bathroom where she pulls herself up on my shirt as I sit in front of the toilet. She doesn't understand that I'm sick so she generally smiles at me and thinks what I'm doing is funny. I've forgotten how much I hate being pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E49tMmOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BQcOSZLkw_o/s1600-h/Bathtime+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133264526955550946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E49tMmOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BQcOSZLkw_o/s320/Bathtime+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that morning sickness is here (or all day sickness) I have a tendency to lay on the couch when I feel especially sick. Which means Anna plays with herself. It makes me sad. She'll play with her toys and read herself books. She now knows how to open a book and go through all the pages one by one. This book is on of her favorites (the hungry Caterpillar) cause she can stick her fingers though the holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-5990352458551324613?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5990352458551324613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=5990352458551324613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5990352458551324613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/5990352458551324613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/anna-loves-bath-time-i-just-cant.html' title='Bath time, Splash time'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Rz0E39tMmKI/AAAAAAAAACU/fTdlJGprkmI/s72-c/Bathtime+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679546865151829117.post-941097279798152495</id><published>2007-11-03T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:45.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1a_5gngFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hatlodaQKq4/s1600-h/Halloween+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128855604460748882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1a_5gngFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hatlodaQKq4/s320/Halloween+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1aE5gngCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rOkvkVFd-8g/s1600-h/Halloween+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128854590848466978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1aE5gngCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rOkvkVFd-8g/s320/Halloween+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1aFJgngDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ftah2j0iBLw/s1600-h/Halloween+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128854595143434290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1aFJgngDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ftah2j0iBLw/s320/Halloween+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1aFpgngEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lDb43pnuUfw/s1600-h/Halloween+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128854603733368898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1aFpgngEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lDb43pnuUfw/s320/Halloween+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family News.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Anna's first Halloween finally came and I have to say I was way more excited about it than she was. I had her costume picked out and ready for almost 2 months now. She was a way cute Ladybug. I even took her trick-or-treating. Colter did have school that day and had to miss it but I took her anyway. I can't say she enjoyed it much. She decided to take a late nap that day at around 5 and the trunk-or-treat at the church started at 6. So, I patiently waited for her to wake up. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and woke her up so we could go. I had to get her dressed while she was still asleep. She wouldn't even smile the whole time we went. But she was way cute. Here are a few pictures of her in her costume. Oh yeah, one more piece of news....Colter and I are expecting our 2nd baby. Yes, you read right. We are pregnant again. These babies will be 17 months apart. I've finally decided that God'd plan for us is to repopulate the earth on our own. I'm due June 25th, which is a huge blessing in this family to not be in the winter or anywhere near Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679546865151829117-941097279798152495?l=thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/feeds/941097279798152495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679546865151829117&amp;postID=941097279798152495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/941097279798152495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679546865151829117/posts/default/941097279798152495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehaderlieplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04053617490609811175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w5xI1D-Wo14/Ry1a_5gngFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hatlodaQKq4/s72-c/Halloween+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
