<?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-10758670</id><updated>2011-09-03T03:49:46.929-06:00</updated><category term='Bug'/><title type='text'>Strength Of The Hills</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7542047408835159288</id><published>2010-12-05T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:20:06.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's an app for that</title><content type='html'>*or random post from biggest blogging slacker in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jon if you gave me an i pad for Christmas I think I would probably actually be mad at you because you would have had to rob a bank or something to afford it and I dont want to have you in jail for the next couple of years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes dear but Im sure there is a really cool app you can get that would help you count down the days till I got out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sweet!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7542047408835159288?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7542047408835159288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7542047408835159288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7542047408835159288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7542047408835159288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-app-for-that.html' title='There&apos;s an app for that'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3807651612260810096</id><published>2010-06-15T18:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:41:03.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/TBgbiQktAMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/F6Nn-VoWNhY/s1600/_6117393007003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483162821701992642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/TBgbiQktAMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/F6Nn-VoWNhY/s400/_6117393007003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/TBgbhxNrBZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/iJmcekyIHxo/s1600/_5187209005005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483162813283894674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/TBgbhxNrBZI/AAAAAAAAAbs/iJmcekyIHxo/s400/_5187209005005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/TBgbhXgGuhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/5UCxKUGofQE/s1600/_5267289002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483162806381885970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/TBgbhXgGuhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/5UCxKUGofQE/s400/_5267289002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few pictures of the kids. A picture of Breanna and the lovley lady she is turning in to. Skyler being a typical boy, dirty legs, a stick and some bark, who needs expensive toys? A typical moment between Ryan and Lane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan adores this kid like there is no tomorow. He is always playing with him or making him laugh. Or in this case putting something funny on his head and then jumping into the shot when I take a picture of it. Oh and notice Ryan's Knee? There goes the knees in yet another pair of pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/10758670-3807651612260810096?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3807651612260810096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3807651612260810096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3807651612260810096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3807651612260810096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/TBgbiQktAMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/F6Nn-VoWNhY/s72-c/_6117393007003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3569900429410212967</id><published>2010-06-14T09:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:49:22.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lane</title><content type='html'>So Lane lets talk about this moving thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you know I was a little less then impressed when you started rolling over at 3 months old and even less enthused when you started rolling the other way just 2 weeks after that. I also distinctly remember that feeling of dread when at the tender age of 5 months old you got your self going and pushed your self all the way across the living room floor. Dont you know that you could have waited another 2 months and been well within range of meeting your devlopmental milestones on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said what is done is done. I accept that you are a mover and a doer and that you will try to put every tiny little thing you can see in your mouth.  I have decided though that you can start crawling on your hands and knees. I know you are super efficent at your little "army crawl" but I am afraid you are going to wear out chests of all your onsies and shirts. So go ahead and crawl for real, have at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but there is one last thing, under no circumstances are you alowed to figure out how to climb up the step and get out of the sunken living room. That is not negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3569900429410212967?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3569900429410212967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3569900429410212967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3569900429410212967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3569900429410212967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-lane.html' title='Dear Lane'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-5249125308987996044</id><published>2010-06-07T18:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:02:32.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I asked the kids today who they loved most in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryans favourite people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lane&lt;br /&gt;2. Dad&lt;br /&gt;3. Mom&lt;br /&gt;4. Breanna&lt;br /&gt;5. Lane again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not Skyler? Because he is to crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna's Favourite People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us  the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler's Favouite People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lane&lt;br /&gt;2. Dad&lt;br /&gt;3. Mom&lt;br /&gt;4. The TV&lt;br /&gt;5. The Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I came behind Dad from both the boys I am just happy Skyler loves me more then the TV and the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-5249125308987996044?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5249125308987996044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=5249125308987996044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5249125308987996044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5249125308987996044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-asked-kids-today-who-they-loved-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8660095452010760695</id><published>2010-04-20T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:39:48.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratuitious Breanna Shot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S86PMa1WJjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/S5o6zkRlOKY/s1600/IMG_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462460841571264050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S86PMa1WJjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/S5o6zkRlOKY/s400/IMG_0276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have not posted a pic of Bug for a while so I just found one to throw out there. Taken on Jon's phone this is Breanna at her first Oilers game, she went with Dad and Grandpa. To top it all off she got to see her first oilers game in the skybox!&lt;br /&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/10758670-8660095452010760695?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8660095452010760695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8660095452010760695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8660095452010760695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8660095452010760695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratuitious-breanna-shot.html' title='Gratuitious Breanna Shot.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S86PMa1WJjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/S5o6zkRlOKY/s72-c/IMG_0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-5111696473988537031</id><published>2010-04-19T14:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:58:53.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooo are you looking at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S8zD3aWJF1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Lu6lkiyP-rE/s1600/_4196915_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461955804825982802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S8zD3aWJF1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Lu6lkiyP-rE/s400/_4196915_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; p.s. do you know how hard it is to lock focus on a baby who insists on crawling toward the camera? &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/10758670-5111696473988537031?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5111696473988537031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=5111696473988537031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5111696473988537031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5111696473988537031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/hooo-are-you-looking-at.html' title='Hooo are you looking at?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S8zD3aWJF1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Lu6lkiyP-rE/s72-c/_4196915_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7794683181737514770</id><published>2010-04-15T09:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:32:41.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S8c-583oXeI/AAAAAAAAAas/7esRTrz95sc/s1600/_1043684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460402238522940898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S8c-583oXeI/AAAAAAAAAas/7esRTrz95sc/s400/_1043684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today Ryan is having surgery on his eyes so he wont do this anymore.  Im happy for him but it will be different.  We were taking family pictures once and we kept getting glare off his glasses, we thought of taking his lenses out so we still had the look of the glasses without the glare. The problem was that as soon as you took the lenses away his eyes went cross eyed. I think in the end we just dealt with a little glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picutre, so Ryan. We wont be getting them quite like this after today though!&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/10758670-7794683181737514770?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7794683181737514770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7794683181737514770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7794683181737514770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7794683181737514770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-ryan-is-having-surgery-on-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S8c-583oXeI/AAAAAAAAAas/7esRTrz95sc/s72-c/_1043684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7704690870771600110</id><published>2010-04-08T06:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:08:26.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOGERS!</title><content type='html'>Skyler is possessive of his boogers. If you wipe them away he tells you to put them back. He has even been known to take them from you and try to put them back in his nose himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he just came up to me with his fingers on his nose asking me "can you get it out" Uh oh. We ll I did what any mother would do, got a kleenex, plugged the other side and said "blow" he did and out shot a pea sized slimy piece of pink play dough. What did he say? "PUT IT BACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. by the way when he wants his boogers back I just say ok and wipe his nose again, that way I get anything I missed the first time and he thinks he is getting his boogers back. It's win win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s the other day he came up to me and said there was a necklace in his nose, just then a teeny chain fell out. I really hope this is not the start of a nose stuffing epidemic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7704690870771600110?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7704690870771600110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7704690870771600110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7704690870771600110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7704690870771600110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/boogers.html' title='BOOGERS!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3324633859879096295</id><published>2010-03-30T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:04:19.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lane 5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S7LHJd9a8jI/AAAAAAAAAag/zmeUD4S7eyA/s1600/big+eyes+lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454641064174088754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S7LHJd9a8jI/AAAAAAAAAag/zmeUD4S7eyA/s400/big+eyes+lane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- you started rolling tummy to back at about 3 months old, I thought it was a fluke the first time but when I put you back you did it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you rolled back to tummy about two or 3 weeks after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-in the last month you have started to interact with toys and grab at the toy bar on your bouncy chair, you try to put everything in to your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-you have started to push your self across the floor with your legs, between that and the rolling thing you are all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ryan is still your biggest fan. He is slowly learning he does not have to touch you all the time especially when you are sleeping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You have even learned to play fight with your brother, oh ok so we pretend for his benefit, dont worry you are the baby so you always win, and besides Ryan adores you too much to be rough with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Whenever we get you to sing Skinamarinky dinky  dink to Ryan he runs and hides so we cant point at him and when we do he giggles which always makes you smile. You love to be smiled at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You are a champion at spit-up but still not as bad as your big sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You love sleeping in your baby swing, you have gon through more then your fair share of batteries in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You are a joy to have and we all love you!&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/10758670-3324633859879096295?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3324633859879096295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3324633859879096295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3324633859879096295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3324633859879096295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lane-5-months.html' title='Lane 5 months'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S7LHJd9a8jI/AAAAAAAAAag/zmeUD4S7eyA/s72-c/big+eyes+lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7491499187470156489</id><published>2010-03-30T21:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:45:48.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why Ryan is Scared of Mice</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They run so fast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Their faces are really creepy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7491499187470156489?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7491499187470156489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7491499187470156489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7491499187470156489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7491499187470156489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/03/reasons-why-ryan-is-scared-of-mice.html' title='Reasons Why Ryan is Scared of Mice'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-4684960205659462860</id><published>2010-02-22T12:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:19:59.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S4LXUM8wqPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZEWZbvFvWuQ/s1600-h/twenty+ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441148041890408690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S4LXUM8wqPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZEWZbvFvWuQ/s400/twenty+ten.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really love this kid! He is such a great presence to have in our house. He is almost 4 months old and getting more mature by the day. He can roll over both ways now so my days of having a mostly stationary baby are coming to an end. Although once he figured out how to roll back to tummy he has not done so much of the tummy to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait though pretty soon he will figure out that he can get places doing the rolling thing. Im sure crawling wont be too far behind either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about this baby is that he seems to be in competition with Breanna for epic puker of the century. We have to wash a lot of baby blankets here. Oh well its all part of the Joy of having a baby in the house which I Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-4684960205659462860?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4684960205659462860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=4684960205659462860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4684960205659462860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4684960205659462860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-little-lane.html' title='Our Little Lane'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S4LXUM8wqPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZEWZbvFvWuQ/s72-c/twenty+ten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-140493505607699000</id><published>2010-02-20T14:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:33:24.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Languange Lesson</title><content type='html'>I have a prize for anyone who can guess what this means. Skyler came up to me today and said: "my feets green" anyone? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I will tell you. What he really means is that he was climbing on the dryer when he was not supposed to and knocked the laundry detergent off causing it to spill onto a pile of clean laundry and it got on his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have another prize for any one who might be able to tell me how many cycles of the washer it will take to rinse all the laundry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok I know if I actually had the laundry folded and put away instead of a pile in front of the dryer this would be a much easier clean up.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-140493505607699000?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/140493505607699000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=140493505607699000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/140493505607699000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/140493505607699000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/languange-lesson.html' title='Languange Lesson'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8610681006303260739</id><published>2010-02-01T09:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:05:14.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S2b-QuW4DAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4PN4YhYfomc/s1600-h/_2016299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433309563744422914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S2b-QuW4DAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4PN4YhYfomc/s400/_2016299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is February first already! I read a &lt;a href="http://www.damomma.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; this morning with a back yard picture and it inspired me to post a picture of my back yard in all its winter glory. For such a teeny tiny yard it is sure holding a lot of snow right now. I like to think that Febuary is the beginging of the downward slope of winter. Things will start warming up in march right? Please?&lt;/div&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/10758670-8610681006303260739?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8610681006303260739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8610681006303260739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8610681006303260739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8610681006303260739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/S2b-QuW4DAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4PN4YhYfomc/s72-c/_2016299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-2237559756614497630</id><published>2010-01-13T13:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:29:03.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing</title><content type='html'>Back in november I quit my managing job, they have finaly found a replacement and I am finished as of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt handle it, I think at another time in my life and with the proper medication, (just kidding, except not really) I could have done it but right now I just cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am feeling anxious and a little (or a lot) stressed out trying to finish everything that I should have had done a long time ago before I pass everything on to the new girl. She seems good and competent and I think that she will be able to do better then I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite the range of mixed emotions over this. I feel bad for quitting, I wish I could have handled it better, if the year had gone differently for me I would not be where I am now. I wish I could have sucked it up and kept going and I could feel like I overcame something rather then giving up. I feel like I let people down. The money was good and it could have helped us get into a house a lot sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I am looking forward to not having the stress of a job that I cant leave at work, one that comes home with me every day because that is where it is. Im looking forward on concentrating on my own family and life and being able to get that where I want to be. I am happy that I will have less phone messages to check YAY, Im tired of phones and messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to a new year with some unexpected changes, perhaps some different employment for me (give me a few months to decide on that one though) and some time spent with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though I will just concentrate on breathing and putting one foot in front of another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-2237559756614497630?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2237559756614497630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=2237559756614497630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2237559756614497630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2237559756614497630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/breathing.html' title='Breathing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7915423046337291848</id><published>2010-01-06T18:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:35:45.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my daughter wished out loud she had a roll of duct tape. Why would a 7 year old need duct tape you might ask? Well I wanted to know too, so I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she could tape her brothers mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know wether to laugh or ground her for life. And to think, one day she will be a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in so much trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7915423046337291848?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7915423046337291848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7915423046337291848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7915423046337291848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7915423046337291848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-my-daughter-wished-out-loud-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-4449773099184419188</id><published>2010-01-04T15:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:14:48.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of the Yahyahs</title><content type='html'>Skyler has an interesting speach impediment. I call it the Yahyahs. Well I dont know if it really qualifies as an impediment as much as an amusing quirk.  When he uses certian vowel sounds he likes to elongate the sound and add a yah sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids like to be sung  to every night. Ryan always picks "Tell me the stories of Jesus" so after I sing to Ryan Skyler likes me to sing "Jesus" to him too.  Skyler has started to sing along with me when I do this. So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me the stories of Jesus, I long to heyahyahyear..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when he feels wronged he will exclaim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Fayahyahyair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to the fact he also has the cutest gruff quality to his voice it is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-4449773099184419188?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4449773099184419188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=4449773099184419188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4449773099184419188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4449773099184419188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/case-of-yahyahs.html' title='A case of the Yahyahs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6620211815205265024</id><published>2010-01-04T11:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:31:08.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly love.</title><content type='html'>Ryan can be quite protective of his little brother. One sunday we were trying to get out of the crowded halls at church. I had Lane in his carseat by the wall, beside him were a couple kids who were bumping into each other. Ryan was hovering over Lane when he saw them bump into the car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; baby in here and &lt;em&gt;you bumped him!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so concerned. Of all the kids Ryan is the most taken with him. He is always hugging, kissing, touching loving. For the most part it is endearing but sometimes I just wish he didnt have to touch him to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see us out with the car seat somewhere, just remember there is a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;  baby in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6620211815205265024?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6620211815205265024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6620211815205265024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6620211815205265024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6620211815205265024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2010/01/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly love.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7078784782139536588</id><published>2009-11-03T15:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:40:11.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lane Thomas Willard Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SvCw9jfYVUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pRg-_DIiypU/s1600-h/_B015712_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010524762592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SvCw9jfYVUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pRg-_DIiypU/s400/_B015712_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born Friday October 30 2009 at 6:04 am.  7 pounds 7 ounces.  We think he is pretty darn cute so we have decided to keep him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7078784782139536588?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7078784782139536588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7078784782139536588&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7078784782139536588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7078784782139536588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/lane-thomas-willard-hill.html' title='Lane Thomas Willard Hill'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SvCw9jfYVUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pRg-_DIiypU/s72-c/_B015712_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8944249937542802411</id><published>2009-10-25T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:14:40.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid bits of the last 2 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan is in Kindergarten and Breanna is in grade 1. The are both loving it. I hope they like school this much forever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon finished Dragon Boating for the year at the end of september. His last festival was in Sanfrancisco. He finished the weekend off by falling off a curb and breaking his wrist really well. The got the wrist set enought to send him home where he had surgery and now has 3 pins and 4 screws and 2 bars coming out of his arm. It has made life interesting and we are managing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Grandpa Hinman passed away just over a week ago. He was 92, It was not a suprise and he was ready to go but I will still miss him. I will miss the sound of his voice. Everytime I heard it I felt like I was a child again. The hardest part was not being able to go to the funeral. Which brings me to my next point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should be having a baby any day now. I am offically 1 day past my due date so this baby could come anytime. We know it is a boy. I had told myself I was not going to get sick of being pregnant and spend my time wishing for this baby to just come already. You know though what they say about good intentions lol. It has been a bit stressful this month and with Jon without the mobility he normaly has I just need to be able to move again. I am also battling a rotten cold/flu and being big, pregnant and sick really sucks. I want to get better and have a baby already! Hopefully I can be posting pics of a beautiful baby boy soon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-8944249937542802411?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8944249937542802411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8944249937542802411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8944249937542802411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8944249937542802411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/tid-bits-of-last-2-months.html' title='Tid bits of the last 2 months.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6212811405718997292</id><published>2009-10-14T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:14:59.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even for a pregnant woman.</title><content type='html'>you all know the jokes about pregnant women and food, especially anything involving pickles.  I like pickles and I am pregnant but &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/09/dining/09kool.html?ex=1336363200&amp;amp;en=7a27f1f9c02d4371&amp;amp;ei=5124&amp;amp;partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; I cant even Imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6212811405718997292?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6212811405718997292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6212811405718997292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6212811405718997292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6212811405718997292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-even-for-pregnant-woman.html' title='Not even for a pregnant woman.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-4916724636513095430</id><published>2009-10-13T14:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:19:49.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Skyler did something he shouldnt, we sent him to time out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181765643574610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/StTgvzGGHVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/q6Q7N_6Xprw/s400/skyler+in+time+out..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure if he learned his lesson or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-4916724636513095430?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4916724636513095430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=4916724636513095430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4916724636513095430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4916724636513095430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-out.html' title='TIME OUT!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/StTgvzGGHVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/q6Q7N_6Xprw/s72-c/skyler+in+time+out..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-5069362080002735209</id><published>2009-10-10T18:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:53:16.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What comes next.</title><content type='html'>I like to think that when we pass on from this life to the next a few things happen. Of course first you want to see your loved ones that have passed on before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get a question period where you get to ask all those questions that you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wondered&lt;/span&gt; about your whole life. Like what would it be like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; life through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt; of a gold fish and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amoebas&lt;/span&gt; have feelings, that kind of stuff. Oh and about how we were created and how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;evidence&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;evolution&lt;/span&gt; really fits in to the plan of things.  Hey with my new unlimited scientific knowledge maybe I can make that light speed travel device work that I planned when I was delivering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; as a kid. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I like to think that perhaps there is some kind of heavenly home theater where you sit in front of a big screen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. (or maybe they have some sort of virtual interactive sort of thing. This is heaven, they have the best technology I am sure.) Then they hand you the remote and you get to watch any part of your life you want. (the fast forward button would be really handy for those dentist visits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point you get to watch all the good stuff you want. See yourself as a 5 year old again.  Relive all the fun times.   Realize that when that lady in the SUV honked her horn it really was ME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; the Jerk.  ( you get the occasional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; of course). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly I would like to see where all the places are that I lost my keys, or my bank cards are or what on earth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to that second can of orange juice that I bought two weeks ago?  How on earth did I lose those glasses? What did I do with the scriptures in that flowery red scripture case that dad gave me from salt lake city? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gremlins people I think I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; get to see the gremlins that did it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I imagine that much to my dissappointment I would find out that this proccess would still take some time. I imagine God would still expect us to learn it ourselfes. Im sure he has some fantastic reference material though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-5069362080002735209?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5069362080002735209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=5069362080002735209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5069362080002735209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5069362080002735209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-comes-next.html' title='What comes next.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6367594711534755985</id><published>2009-09-18T15:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:06:39.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What will they think of next.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Ryan was sad because one of his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;light bulb&lt;/span&gt; cymbals" broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you read that right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Light bulb&lt;/span&gt; cymbals. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; as far as being a percussion instrument they kind of lack the necessary structural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;integrity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear they get these ideas all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Clarification*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightbulb cymbals are like these, the ones with the handles that you bang together. Except instead it is two lightbulbs you bang together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383194476996948418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SrTy2v4_ccI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Sxx4iAHTcME/s400/cymba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6367594711534755985?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6367594711534755985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6367594711534755985&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6367594711534755985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6367594711534755985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-will-they-think-of-next.html' title='What will they think of next.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SrTy2v4_ccI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Sxx4iAHTcME/s72-c/cymba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6766203646413798517</id><published>2009-09-16T07:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:37:22.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and ends from the Hill household.</title><content type='html'>Well I have not tried to boil eggs again yet but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is breakfast time and I am making Orange Julius after taking the blender out of the cubboard and taking it apart and washing it out. (Jon is making eggs benedict mmmmm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I get the frozen OJ in the blender and pour the milk and water in. While I get the ice I look over and notice the liquid flowing steadily out the bottom of the blender. Jon is standing beside me and kindly says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you forgot this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382170551500701858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SrFPmcLEgKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sB211cH03js/s400/_9165680_edited-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah you know the part in the bottom that does the mixing and the holding in of ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: I am on my way home could you put some toast in the toaster and grab my ID tags for me I forgot them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I could come bring them to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: You wouldnt have time I have to teach in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh you cant have a twit tag when you are teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(twit tag is a temporary tag with a big T that you get to wear when you dont have your ID)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Not when I gave a big speach in class yesterday about always having your ID on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he should have left it so he could be the demo of what NOT to do lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Skyler are running circles around thehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: AAAAAHHH AAAAAHHHHH AAAAHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ryan stop running and screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Skyler is chasing me with the air pump so he can hit me! AAAAAAHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: He is not going to hit you he is just chasing you to get a reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler is still chasing while weilding the pump, I grab Ryan while he passes by. Skyler stands there and just looks at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: See Ryan I told you he wasnt going to hit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has the floor puzzle out and has lost interest. Skyler is now playing in the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Breanna could you help Ryan clean up the puzzle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Mom at school Mrs F says that the person who made the mess cleans it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well Mrs F makes the rules at school and I make the rules at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Who makes the mess is who cleans it up EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Breanna help Ryan clean it up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: She says that if you didnt make the mess you only have to help if your mom forces you so you are going to have to FORCE me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not even 7 yet how is it that I feel like I already have a teenager? She didnt end up helping clean up. She went straight to her room. And went to bed nice and early. Im still the mom here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler has something against glasses. When he is around they break. Yesterday we lost 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One he dropped on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second one he left on the floor and it shatterd when breanna bumped it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third one same as the last on but My sister was the one who accidentaly kicked it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone sell indestructible glasses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6766203646413798517?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6766203646413798517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6766203646413798517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6766203646413798517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6766203646413798517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/odds-and-ends-from-hill-household.html' title='Odds and ends from the Hill household.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SrFPmcLEgKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sB211cH03js/s72-c/_9165680_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1041692656088186820</id><published>2009-09-11T07:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:29:03.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Salad and the bun in the oven.</title><content type='html'>I have boiled eggs for egg salad twice this week. Both times I have had to throw a pot of boiling water down the sink because I forgot to put the eggs in when it was cold. Should I go for number 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I am due to have a baby in 6 weeks plus 1 day. I had thought it would be really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; to have the baby on thanksgiving weekend. That way Jon's sisters would be in town to see new baby and then with the holiday and weekends on either side Jon would only have to take 4 days off work to get 10 days off straight. That would be 4 weeks away. (Skyler was 1 week early so this one could be 2 right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out thought due to a cosmic mix up (yes I will blame it on the stars) Jon has to go out of town the week before that and I am not sure I want to have a baby the day after he gets home when I am in that my husband has been out of town for 5 days and I am a basket case mode. Ugh so much for my careful planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****DISCLAIMER*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do know I have no real control about when this baby is born. A girl can hope though right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I had also set a goal this pregnancy to enjoy it and to try not to get to that sick of pregnancy point. Having the baby on thanksgiving was merely a matter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;connivance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Post Edit******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last word was supposed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt; but due to a mistake with the spell checker it turned out wrong. But I thought that the end results were rather &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/connivance"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;humorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-1041692656088186820?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1041692656088186820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1041692656088186820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1041692656088186820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1041692656088186820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/egg-salad.html' title='Egg Salad and the bun in the oven.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-2172569562774575078</id><published>2009-09-10T12:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:44:33.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a photo challenge from &lt;a href="http://www.bezsays.blogspot.com/"&gt;KL&lt;/a&gt; using todays date to pick a photo so here it is the 10th photo from the 9th folder (today being the 10th day of the 9th month)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379911411711565458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SqlI7MojXpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gknx0YVOx30/s400/_5274111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/10758670-2172569562774575078?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2172569562774575078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=2172569562774575078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2172569562774575078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2172569562774575078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-post.html' title='Photo post.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SqlI7MojXpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/gknx0YVOx30/s72-c/_5274111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-4570679660937039363</id><published>2009-08-27T17:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:54:48.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The I wants.</title><content type='html'>Breanna: I want...(insert item of the moment here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Breanna, you want everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: No I dont, Because if I wanted everything I would want a disgusting witch and I dont want a disgusting witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: She's got a point there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-4570679660937039363?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4570679660937039363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=4570679660937039363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4570679660937039363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4570679660937039363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wants.html' title='The I wants.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-2961696140858219931</id><published>2009-08-10T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:13:13.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It all started as a lesson in science.</title><content type='html'>First Breanna asked me if we (people) were mammals.  She proceeds to do the I told you so thing to Ryan.  Then Ryan asked if Hoomans (I love it when he says that) are animals. I told him that yes they are. Then he wanted to know if that meant that Jesus was an animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait till I hear that he brought that one up in primary. Guess what my mommy told me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-2961696140858219931?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2961696140858219931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=2961696140858219931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2961696140858219931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2961696140858219931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-all-started-as-lesson-in-science.html' title='It all started as a lesson in science.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-38403615513213612</id><published>2009-07-05T19:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:26:06.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She gets it from her Aunt</title><content type='html'>Breanna wanted to wear her "high heels" today. They are a pair of black dress shoes with a bit of a heel we found them at a second hand store and they dont quite fit yet. She has not worn them really because they are not comfortable for her because they are still a little too large.  Anyhow she put them on today and proudly exclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mom! they dont hurt when I wear them anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a moment of the sacrifices of comfort girls will make for the sake of fashion.  Me: I am kind of fashion negligent, I would make a great candidate for the show "What not to wear". As far as shoes go I appreciate them for their funcionality and while I can apprecieate a cute pair of shoes I dont really go all out for them. Which is why it came as a complete suprise to me when Breanna said to me next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, dont you think the shoes really complete the dress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tom-boy girl seems to have a bit of girly girl in after all. she dosent get it from me, but maybe I can learn from her one day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-38403615513213612?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/38403615513213612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=38403615513213612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/38403615513213612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/38403615513213612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-gets-it-from-her-aunt.html' title='She gets it from her Aunt'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3969022324762656161</id><published>2009-06-26T14:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:00:02.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Paint?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I was about to blog again (I know two days in a row its a miracle!). That is when I realized that Skyler was still in the kitchen and there was un attended cherries in the kitchen. Needless to say i found a cherry faced little boy. I was just setting up to take a picture of my cherry faced cherub when Ryan bounded down the stairs and announced: "I painted my face!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with no further ado here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351759331982460274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SkVEwfIyRXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/llDpwURgFrc/s400/_6264801_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cherry boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3969022324762656161?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3969022324762656161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3969022324762656161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3969022324762656161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3969022324762656161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/face-paint.html' title='Face Paint?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SkVEwfIyRXI/AAAAAAAAAYU/llDpwURgFrc/s72-c/_6264801_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3121526880772957281</id><published>2009-06-25T12:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:30:07.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hill House Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is the second last day of school for the year witch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if that will make my life easier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we can say good bye to some of the routine or harder because the kids are around all the time and they have no routine. We will be spending much time running out energy at the park this year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is also the second last day of Jon being gone for his one long work trip of the year. Which means day 11 of 12 days with out dad. The boys are OFF THE WALL. Which I think is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;combination&lt;/span&gt; of a few things: they miss their dad, Ryan has not had preschool for pretty much the whole two weeks Jon has been gone and that is a change in routine for him and one last factor which brings me to my next point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;THIS HAS BEEN THE 11 LONGEST DAYS OF THE YEAR!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt; on June 21 the sun rose at 5:04 am and set at 10:07 pm giving use 17 hours 3 minutes and 8 seconds of daytime. this does interesting things to young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; sleep patterns. We all know what happens to children with weird sleep patterns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a pile of dirt sitting in the middle of the living room, it is staring at me, I swear I can hear it say "sweep me up heather sweep me up" I am ignoring it while I blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be adding the townhouse complex that I live in to my work load. It will be in addition to the fifteen apartment units I already take care of. While I know I cant do both on my own it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Jon's substitute paper delivering has dwindled to very little recently so we are going to let that go and Jon will be helping me with the work here. I cant wait to train him to fill out the rent records and take over the paperwork for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;. (he is way better at organization then I am anyway)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; bought plants for my front flowerbed last week. I finally planted them today in the hopes that they are not dead and a good watering will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;resurrect&lt;/span&gt; them. Otherwise people are going to wonder why I planted a bunch of dead plants this morning. Why did I even bother?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I transplanted my chives to make room for the other plants, I may have killed that too, although my tomato plants seem to be doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 23 weeks pregnant this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; with boy number 3, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I have even told my blog that. I think everyone knows now, I hope my blog forgives me for keeping it out of the loop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; (while I know she was hoping for a sister) seems to be dealing well with the fact she will be big sister to 3 younger brothers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am going to have lunch now. Well maybe I will sweep up the dirt pile first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3121526880772957281?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3121526880772957281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3121526880772957281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3121526880772957281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3121526880772957281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hill-house-happenings.html' title='Hill House Happenings'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7672625785092904407</id><published>2009-06-17T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:32:54.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is all just sauce on the wall</title><content type='html'>There is a glorious mess in the dining area. spagetti noodles all over the table and benches, a pile of spagetti on the floor nesting in a puddle of milk and splatters of spagetti sauce all over the wall, I have no clean cloths to clean up the mess and it is warm and muggy in my house, do you suppose if I just closed my eyes long enough it will all go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Never leave the children in the dining room on their own to eat spagetti while you veg on the couch. It just isnt worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7672625785092904407?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7672625785092904407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7672625785092904407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7672625785092904407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7672625785092904407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-all-just-sauce-on-wall.html' title='It is all just sauce on the wall'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-4436315039028434135</id><published>2009-05-19T11:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:10:00.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommas loosing her marbles and Skyler is helping.</title><content type='html'>I have been known to talk in my sleep from time to time. It is usually when I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt; lightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; that I wake myself up when doing it. What I think I have said is rarely what Jon remembers me saying. If I think I have said something semi coherent Jon heard something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I went to bed just after midnight last night (a late night for us) Skyler woke up and was crying so I brought him in with us. I began to fall asleep and have those mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wandering&lt;/span&gt; dreams you usually have as you drift off. Well people kept talking to me in my dreams and I kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;answering&lt;/span&gt; them. Then finally I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if it was an awareness that I was talking gibberish or if something funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; in a dream but I was laughing. Not just a giggle but a full blown my sides hurt and I cant stop laugh. Jon was annoyed because he is trying to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying not to wake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Skyler&lt;/span&gt; up but seriously I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what came over me, I still laugh when I think about it. It took a while for the after giggles to die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home this morning from dropping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; off at school and went up stairs to make a couple phone calls, for a moment I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; see or hear Skyler and had this momentary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;irrational&lt;/span&gt; fear that I had left him in the van. Then I heard him in the kitchen. I walked in to find him with both hands wrist deep in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;margarine&lt;/span&gt; tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked outside the front door for a second today and closed the front door behind me. When I went to go back in a moment later I found the front door locked. Courtesy of Skyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around back and tried to get him to open the back patio door which he has no problems doing when he wants to take a walk in the fresh snow with no diaper or pants on his bottom, like he did this morning. So he makes a half hearted effort to unlock the door and then tries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;futility&lt;/span&gt; to open the door and gives up and goes back to playing with his boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try the front door again. (even though I knew it would not help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried the front window which was unlocked. Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; bother trying to climb through a window less then two feet across when you are even a little pregnant. I am sure some of my neighbours had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt; view of my bottom half hanging out the front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around back and as I was pondering the acrobatics required to get my self through the slightly larger but higher up window in the back I decided to try one last time to get Skyler to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the secret is to not try go get him to let you in but to tell him to come out side, suddenly he had so much more motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(did I mention it was wet and snowing outside and I had no jacket?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-4436315039028434135?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4436315039028434135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=4436315039028434135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4436315039028434135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4436315039028434135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/mommas-loosing-her-marbles-and-skyler.html' title='Mommas loosing her marbles and Skyler is helping.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1452443758510649159</id><published>2009-05-11T16:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:01:29.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An outing to the park or a mothers day sampler.</title><content type='html'>So Skyler had a cold and while we kept him home to avoid spreading it to the whole nursery we needed to get the kids out so we went on a family walk to the park. (wich we wouldnt normaly do on a sunday but sometimes you just hafta get out of the house!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334697174502057810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sgim0NZ5p1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cEjvFcr1OAQ/s400/_5104354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if you have watched the trailer for the new &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/nightatthemuseumbattleofthesmithsonian/"&gt;"Night at the museum"&lt;/a&gt; movie but this is Ryan's "gong show" "Fire Powa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334696540462160338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SgimPTbAmdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/wjx19gwAMJM/s400/_5104345.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Breanna was too scared to do these monkey bars when we were watching because they were "too high" of course when you turn your back what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334697177046045682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sgim0W4b0_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/_cAwC1-5_wg/s400/_5104383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have titled this picture "Deceptively Serene" Man I love these kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-1452443758510649159?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1452443758510649159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1452443758510649159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1452443758510649159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1452443758510649159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/outing-to-park-or-mothers-day-sampler.html' title='An outing to the park or a mothers day sampler.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sgim0NZ5p1I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cEjvFcr1OAQ/s72-c/_5104354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-4384601317569094021</id><published>2009-04-10T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:10:36.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A romantic in the making.</title><content type='html'>The other night Skyler decided that rather then sleep from his bed time till morning he only needed a nap. I found myself watching the movie "Made of Honor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I floated in and out of sleep trying to make sure he didnt destroy anything or you know, him self.  After a failed attempt at taking him upstairs to bed with me I finished watching the movie. I was reasonably annoyed that it was approaching midnight and I was not in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the couple finally gets together and gets married The man officiating at the wedding announces: "you may kiss the bride" and you know it finishes with the typical romantic kiss.  At this point the little boy whom I love but am not impressed with walks over to me, wraps his arm around my neck and kisses me oh so sweetley. Now how am I supposed to be annoyed with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I told Jon later that his son was a little romantic and he promised me he would break him of it before he gets older :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-4384601317569094021?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4384601317569094021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=4384601317569094021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4384601317569094021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4384601317569094021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/romantic-in-making.html' title='A romantic in the making.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1490913521433886754</id><published>2009-04-08T10:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:27:06.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You do the math.</title><content type='html'>A month or so ago I went to the doctors office to get a sick note for Jon the cost of the note was 10 dollars plus 50 cents for GST I only had a 10 on me, the receptionist told me not to worry about the 50 cents at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we got a bill from the clinic for 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much did they pay to mail it? 54 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon says we should mail them a cheque for 50 cents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-1490913521433886754?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1490913521433886754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1490913521433886754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1490913521433886754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1490913521433886754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-do-math.html' title='You do the math.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-2253664533991623825</id><published>2009-04-07T14:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:29:09.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so omnipotent me</title><content type='html'>One day I was hanging with the girlfriends and confessed soemthing that I was afraid of happenig but was always afraid to admit lest I cause it to happen. My friend said to me: Heather you dont have that kind of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so relieved that admitting my fears would not cause them to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was thinking about spring and what I wanted to say on my facebook status. Then I thought, what if I jinx it and we get snowed on again. My friends words came back to me: Heather you dont have that kind of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-2253664533991623825?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2253664533991623825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=2253664533991623825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2253664533991623825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2253664533991623825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-omnipotent-me.html' title='Not so omnipotent me'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7881564478451187001</id><published>2009-03-20T08:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:00:12.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a first name basis</title><content type='html'>(looking at pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Who is this Skyler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: Banna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: Baby (him of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Who is this? (looking at a picture of dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: Dats Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picking dad up from work. dad walks out on one of the cat-walks at Canada Place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: HI DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: HI DAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: HI JON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in the kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Skyler who is this?  (points at dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Its Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: No its JON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looking for dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: Jon were are you Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mom walks up the stairs after him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: MOMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler: I LOST JON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7881564478451187001?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7881564478451187001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7881564478451187001&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7881564478451187001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7881564478451187001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-first-name-basis.html' title='On a first name basis'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-652264725160026974</id><published>2009-03-17T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:16:24.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crusin...uh...in style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sb_iDGO-cYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xsMNChn7C8M/s1600-h/_3144238_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314214628161384834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sb_iDGO-cYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xsMNChn7C8M/s400/_3144238_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crusing after playing dress up. He seriously coasts across the floor in this dump truck every day. Yes he is in a witch costume and yes it is a dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-652264725160026974?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/652264725160026974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=652264725160026974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/652264725160026974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/652264725160026974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/crusinuhin-style.html' title='Crusin...uh...in style?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sb_iDGO-cYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xsMNChn7C8M/s72-c/_3144238_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-40638541013058448</id><published>2009-03-16T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:39:27.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breanna Said:</title><content type='html'>"Im so bored, I feel like a plant!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-40638541013058448?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/40638541013058448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=40638541013058448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/40638541013058448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/40638541013058448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/breanna-said.html' title='Breanna Said:'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3370455021174357872</id><published>2009-03-16T12:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:49:39.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crusin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sb6e_uIR0SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SHHfaYatc8A/s1600-h/_3134217_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313859427895464226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sb6e_uIR0SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SHHfaYatc8A/s400/_3134217_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan's favourite past time since moving somewhere with laminate floors.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry for the blury photo)&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/10758670-3370455021174357872?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3370455021174357872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3370455021174357872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3370455021174357872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3370455021174357872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/crusin.html' title='Crusin'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Sb6e_uIR0SI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SHHfaYatc8A/s72-c/_3134217_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-302115511289793108</id><published>2009-01-23T20:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:32:13.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling from the archives.</title><content type='html'>*I have not blogged in a while so I found this one in the archives that I had not published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I found Breanna (when she was supposed to be in bed) lying on the floor by the light of the bathroom, stuffed toy in her arms and book in her hand. The conversation went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Breanna go to bed please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna go to bed now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: ....im asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Breanna you have till the count of five...1...2...3...4...5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the record I could toltaly tell that she had been reading her book and was not asleep at all there was no doubt about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pick her up and plop her in bed, not roughly but not as gently as I would have if I actually thought she was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: MOM I WAS SLEEPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Breanna I know you werent sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: yes I was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then why were you on the floor in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: I fell out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah chances are if she fell on the bed she would have woke up crying or at the very least woke up to climb back in bed, not some how land 5 feet away from her bed in the hall in the perfect position to read by the light of the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she continues to insist that she did indeed fall out of the bed and was indeed telling the truth and gets upset that I do not believe her. As I leave the room she drops this one on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heavenly Father knows Im telling you the truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously how do you respond to that?!?!?!? I just said goodnight and went down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breanna did admit later to her little fib. we talked and it is all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-302115511289793108?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/302115511289793108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=302115511289793108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/302115511289793108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/302115511289793108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/pulling-from-archives.html' title='Pulling from the archives.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8931620295516163512</id><published>2009-01-20T10:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:44:46.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sure there are other things I could or should be blogging about but since I am sick and miserable I will just say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked around the corner and found my daughter reading a book silently to herself and I cant get over how supremley cool that is. My kid can read. Literacy is a wonderful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-8931620295516163512?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8931620295516163512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8931620295516163512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8931620295516163512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8931620295516163512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-sure-there-are-other-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-50897820157083447</id><published>2009-01-05T18:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:03:54.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A smattering of Photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5lRooUmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xsIgaLakGJo/s1600-h/_1043708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992962526499426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5lRooUmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xsIgaLakGJo/s400/_1043708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skyler is my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mischeif&lt;/span&gt; maker he is always getting into something or other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5lPpDqYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ui9yNsDyjdo/s1600-h/_1043684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992961991420290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5lPpDqYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ui9yNsDyjdo/s400/_1043684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan does not believe in making regular smiling faces for a picture.  ( his lens fell out of his glasses due to a lost screw. thus the lack of glasses and the cross eyed look)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5kkQCrWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zV1u5gPTMQc/s1600-h/_1043683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992950343773538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5kkQCrWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zV1u5gPTMQc/s400/_1043683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get over how grown up this kid is getting, she will be 7 this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;september&lt;/span&gt; at that blows me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5krc26nI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XcW2LK52DQo/s1600-h/_1043678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992952276576882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5krc26nI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XcW2LK52DQo/s400/_1043678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids favourite place to sit and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5LTq6U5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/zBRq5oS8ids/s1600-h/_C293651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992516396340114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5LTq6U5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/zBRq5oS8ids/s400/_C293651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space boy Ryan at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Telus&lt;/span&gt; world of Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5LIVh2fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qMQhaZIA6q4/s1600-h/_C293646_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992513353865714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5LIVh2fI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qMQhaZIA6q4/s400/_C293646_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; sculptures are super cool, the picture does not do this one justice. It was 3 dimensional, lit from the inside and really looked like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; man escaping from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5KUXy1mI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h-mz6U2skU8/s1600-h/_C293640_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992499404723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5KUXy1mI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h-mz6U2skU8/s400/_C293640_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; posing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5KE3DP0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/WAQZIjaQaRs/s1600-h/_C293635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992495240855362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5KE3DP0I/AAAAAAAAAVY/WAQZIjaQaRs/s400/_C293635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it is almost a normal smiling picture! I think he was probably just laughing at me when it was taken. The whole world is a joke to that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5KKMSmTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/y687eGhdPNU/s1600-h/_C293631_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287992496672119090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5KKMSmTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/y687eGhdPNU/s400/_C293631_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;photoshopped&lt;/span&gt; Skyler's broken tooth out of this one.  We will see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; if the dentist thinks he can make the broken tooth look like the one in the picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK4Pd9aeKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rvvqAC92Hpc/s1600-h/_1013673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287991488366147746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK4Pd9aeKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rvvqAC92Hpc/s400/_1013673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; with her newest cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Joryn&lt;/span&gt;. What a couple cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/10758670-50897820157083447?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/50897820157083447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=50897820157083447&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/50897820157083447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/50897820157083447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/smattering-of-photographs.html' title='A smattering of Photographs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SWK5lRooUmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xsIgaLakGJo/s72-c/_1043708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8098490425687406119</id><published>2008-12-23T07:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:27:10.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Body images.</title><content type='html'>Mom: Ryan do you like this outfit for Skyler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: No it'll make him look fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom:?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Ryan it wont make him look fat I picked it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Ya it will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: No it wont!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: no no no no no no no no no no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: &lt;strong&gt;It wont make you look&lt;em&gt; fat&lt;/em&gt; unless your &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt; before you put it on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-8098490425687406119?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8098490425687406119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8098490425687406119&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8098490425687406119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8098490425687406119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-ryan-do-you-like-this-outfit-for.html' title='Body images.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-184020958713359229</id><published>2008-12-18T13:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:56:59.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down continued.</title><content type='html'>7 days till Christmas 3 presents obtained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking the other day of the Christmas present I bought my sister the year Jon and i got engaged. I gave it to her early because I was going to spend Christmas with Jon and his family. It was a hamster and it died on Christmas day. We thought of renaming it p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;osthumously to Scrooge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-184020958713359229?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/184020958713359229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=184020958713359229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/184020958713359229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/184020958713359229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/count-down-continued.html' title='Count Down continued.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8242317618430990569</id><published>2008-12-16T19:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:32:28.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down.</title><content type='html'>Days till Christmas: 9. Number of christmas presents obtained: 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-8242317618430990569?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8242317618430990569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8242317618430990569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8242317618430990569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8242317618430990569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-till-christmas-9.html' title='Count down.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8821734218957749443</id><published>2008-12-10T16:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:47:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Judge me it is one of those days</title><content type='html'>Breanna: So Ryan do you want to come upstairs with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Uhh nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Come on Ryan we need to go where mom cant see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Breanna what are you doing, If you dont tell me you are not going upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: We are plunging our tummies. (breanna has the sink plunger and she squishes it onto her tummy.) Well mom can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (picking her battles) Whatever Breanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Ryan! Mom said we can do it, do you want to come!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Well if you change your mind I will be upstairs plunging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I cant imagine any serious harm coming from it.  The worst I can see happening is getting a call from the school or something because they want to know where my kid got the large hickies on her stomach.  Oh and it is a sink plunger, totaly cleaned and NEVER used on a toilet, just in case you were worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-8821734218957749443?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8821734218957749443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8821734218957749443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8821734218957749443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8821734218957749443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-judge-me-it-is-one-of-those-days.html' title='Dont Judge me it is one of those days'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-2338805595266894471</id><published>2008-12-08T20:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:18.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And she blogs again.</title><content type='html'>So apparently semi annual blogging is not sufficient to satisfy the crowds how about quarterly?  Well look it has not been four months yet since I last blogged (just a few days shy) I am ahead of the game! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should all thank that anonymous person who commented on my last post their desire to hear from me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to blog about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; is in grade one I am sure you all know that though (see you know my life why do I need to blog?)  I am constantly amazed by how fast she is learning to read. She reads her readers they send home every night no problem.  I guess I just expected this to be a longer process. but no she is doing spectacular.  It scares me in a way because how are me and Jon going to talk without the kids knowing what we are saying when we cant S P E L L things out anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan is in preschool and he absolutely loves it. If anyone is looking for a preschool for their kids for next year call me because this school is fabulous.  He goes Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons and it is in the same school as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; so that is really convenient. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skyler is a menace as usual and climbs on everything, he even pulled the bench from the table today over to the counter to play with the knives. Oh joy I need to move those higher. He is the cutest little menace ever and I love him. He is also learning to talk, he repeats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; you say and his favourite thing to say right now is look at this or look at that, My favourite is when  he pulls up his shirt and says "look a belly!".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon and I are enjoying a quiet fall, we took it easy on our schedule this fall and are enjoying the lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt; in the evening.  He will be taking part time classes again in January.  Jon is still delivering papers and in a fit of insanity I took a job managing a few apartments. I was not sure I wanted to do it again but it is actually pretty good, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to handle anything outside of the suites I rent so that means no building cleaning and no shoveling. The company I work for is really great as well.  My 15 units keep me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; busy some days but oddly enough sometimes I find it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt; to be productive at home when I am busy outside of the house. (other times I am just plain unproductive everywhere lol) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow there is a brief update of my life hopefully it keeps you all happy until I blog again in about four months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. Just kidding I so wont take that long again to blog.... at least I dont think so.... well i have the best of intentions.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-2338805595266894471?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2338805595266894471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=2338805595266894471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2338805595266894471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2338805595266894471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-she-blogs-again.html' title='And she blogs again.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3879929515058719393</id><published>2008-08-13T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:12:43.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with my over acheiving husband</title><content type='html'>Heather: Hey were you able to fix the printer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Great! How did you manage to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: I took the coat hanger out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He is so smart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Check this out I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; elated as he shows me how much extra room he has in his once snug pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Well it might have something to do with the fact that you are running to a hundred different houses every day to deliver papers and then you paddle hard core on the river for an hour two or three times a week at Dragon boat practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; run before practice as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Yeah dear I have no idea why you are losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: I just feel like I should be doing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shaking my head, yeah he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a couch potato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; walks in the bedroom after papers at about 5 in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: hey can you look at my head and tell me if I am bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Uh a little maybe why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Well when I was delivering papers to this house I ran under a tree and It was dark and I could not see this branch and I ran straight into it. I saw this big flash of light like lightening and then I woke up on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(thank heavens for the baseball hat on his head, without it he would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt; have needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt;, but with hitting the front of his head on the branch then the back of his head on the ground when he fell he has had a mild concussion, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dizziness&lt;/span&gt; passed pretty quickly but he has had quite the headache for a couple of days.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan: Dad how did you hurt your head?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon: I ran into a tree when I was delivering papers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan: Why did you run into the tree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon: Because it was dark and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; see the branch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan: Next time you should use a flashlight and be more careful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://therslife.blogspot.com/2006/04/breannas-reaction.html"&gt;(out of the mouths of babes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3879929515058719393?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3879929515058719393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3879929515058719393&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3879929515058719393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3879929515058719393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/conversations-with-my-over-acheiving.html' title='Conversations with my over acheiving husband'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-9015868324946476865</id><published>2008-07-22T15:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:40:04.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Camp 2008</title><content type='html'>So about a week and a half ago we headed out for our family vacation of the summer. We started out Friday at a family reunion in Magrath for Jon's mothers family the Walton's. Great fun was had there, they have what is basically a huge slip and slide built into the side of a hill and the kids LOVED it. It was great I got to know some of cousins a lot better and basicaly everyone just socialized and played all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we headed to hill spring and visited an old friend of mine and stayed over night there, then we headed to waterton for two nights. We had a great time just enjoying our family and the out doors, we went to red rock canyon had ice cream at The Big Scoop, and went to cameron lake to wade in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went and spent one night in the Johnston canyon camp ground and then we hiked up to the upper falls in Johnston canyon. It is a beautiful walk and if you get the chance you must do it. after the hike we headed home to our own warm beds. It was a fabulous trip we had a ton of fun and really just relaxed and enjoyed each others company I dont know why but there was a lot of talk about underwear ( ryans recent obscession) but you really had to be there to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are a few pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZQJwSck-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/kfTEmE5bUj4/s1600-h/_7172439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952546121356258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZQJwSck-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/kfTEmE5bUj4/s400/_7172439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan insisted I get a picture of his bubble, I didnt realize what I was photographing until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZQJ648qJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GlQsLHCIkDo/s1600-h/_7172443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952548967196818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZQJ648qJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GlQsLHCIkDo/s400/_7172443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyler chillin by the campfire at Johnston Campground&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZQKF2AnNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/I_WTBXRMUW8/s1600-h/_7172478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225952551907663058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZQKF2AnNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/I_WTBXRMUW8/s400/_7172478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skyler had quite the snooze in the kid pack on the Johnston canyon hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPcsN_pII/AAAAAAAAAN4/SyOFhHRGK6g/s1600-h/_7152348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951771934827650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPcsN_pII/AAAAAAAAAN4/SyOFhHRGK6g/s400/_7152348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was just trying to get a nice picture of a little boy walking by a fence but he kept turining around and sticking his tounge out whenever I went to take a picture. What a goof. This is by Cameron lake in Waterton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPc26-0fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RBKwQGr302k/s1600-h/_7152361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951774807871986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPc26-0fI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RBKwQGr302k/s400/_7152361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a cute picture of the squirt taken by Jon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPdPrISxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jQnZxEU54S0/s1600-h/_7152362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951781452270354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPdPrISxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jQnZxEU54S0/s400/_7152362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Breanna by Cameron falls. Taken by Jon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPdSl5i2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9cpwkxP9iqw/s1600-h/_7162375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951782235638626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPdSl5i2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9cpwkxP9iqw/s400/_7162375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breana Showing off her first aid skills. She insisted I needed a bandaid for a little cut. Again taken by Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPHNO-feI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YHIfKW1QH6s/s1600-h/_7122154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951402840194530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPHNO-feI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YHIfKW1QH6s/s400/_7122154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skyler LOVED the waterslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPHIMzSzI/AAAAAAAAANY/evxqKNSuBzE/s1600-h/_7122185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951401488894770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPHIMzSzI/AAAAAAAAANY/evxqKNSuBzE/s400/_7122185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So did everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPHcidW_I/AAAAAAAAANg/dAwHIL55Vl8/s1600-h/_7122194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951406948441074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPHcidW_I/AAAAAAAAANg/dAwHIL55Vl8/s400/_7122194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and who can pass up the oppourtunity to play in the mud?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPHvIij4I/AAAAAAAAANo/E1IN5tyzCJI/s1600-h/_7142271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951411940003714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPHvIij4I/AAAAAAAAANo/E1IN5tyzCJI/s400/_7142271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan at red rock canyon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPH8e19ZI/AAAAAAAAANw/raDDjiFqUM8/s1600-h/_7142278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225951415523210642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZPH8e19ZI/AAAAAAAAANw/raDDjiFqUM8/s400/_7142278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Skyler by the camp fire in waterton. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all for now folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-9015868324946476865?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9015868324946476865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=9015868324946476865&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/9015868324946476865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/9015868324946476865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-camp-2008.html' title='Family Camp 2008'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/SIZQJwSck-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/kfTEmE5bUj4/s72-c/_7172439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6523328988167963181</id><published>2008-07-18T12:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:08:55.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser</title><content type='html'>We returned yesterday from our family vacation. I promise a proper post accompanied by pictures is comimg soon but first her are a few words to describe our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Reunion&lt;br /&gt;Fun&lt;br /&gt;waterslide&lt;br /&gt;campfires&lt;br /&gt;tents&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;Macaroli&lt;br /&gt;Mountains&lt;br /&gt;UNDERWEAR&lt;br /&gt;waterslide&lt;br /&gt;ice cream&lt;br /&gt;driving&lt;br /&gt;deer&lt;br /&gt;Johnston Canyon&lt;br /&gt;Dirty laundry&lt;br /&gt;hiking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6523328988167963181?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6523328988167963181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6523328988167963181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6523328988167963181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6523328988167963181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/teaser.html' title='Teaser'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3067672397780878022</id><published>2008-06-25T16:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:40:08.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation</title><content type='html'>What Breanna said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom you should go sit on the couch and rest, you look a little sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Breanna meant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom go into the living room so I can hide in the kitchen and eat a cup of sugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3067672397780878022?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3067672397780878022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3067672397780878022&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3067672397780878022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3067672397780878022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/translation.html' title='Translation'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7597032419158557131</id><published>2008-06-05T12:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:03:03.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>Ok i promise I have a real honest to goodness post coming. Really. Here is a tag from nikki. You type your name into a search engine with the word is or wants and see what comes of it. For example "Heather is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather is actually quite tall and brainy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I have never been described as that but I will take it as a compliment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather is a beautiful woman that has entertained us for decades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank you Im glad I could bring joy into the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather is a young, single, working woman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuhhhhh I am afraid you have been misinformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEATHER IS WATCHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather is the one with the muscles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyone want to arm wrestle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather is growing quite nicely in its pot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me a little water every couple days and I am good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather is a scank and a fat slob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internet is not very nice sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather is furious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt you be if someone said that about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather is not above bribing people for their affection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only when they say mean things to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7597032419158557131?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7597032419158557131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7597032419158557131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7597032419158557131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7597032419158557131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3822448994618961523</id><published>2008-04-08T11:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:52:16.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isin't it ironic</title><content type='html'>Now that Breanna is in a booster seat she has a habbit of unbuckling herself whenever we stop. Even if it is just a quick stop she will unbuckle herslef and since she cant do it back up herself so I have to go back and buckle her back up. It bothers me from time to time and this morning when she did it I was muttering about putting her back in a regular car seat so she could not  do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway not ten minutes later when we go pick her friend up to drop them both off at school somehow I manage to lock my kids and my keys in the car. Thank heavens for a kid who can unbuckle herself so she could unock the door for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3822448994618961523?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3822448994618961523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3822448994618961523&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3822448994618961523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3822448994618961523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/04/isint-it-ironic.html' title='Isin&apos;t it ironic'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8500572675826208783</id><published>2008-03-20T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:11:23.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R-NC_g__peI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BQELX_C9xjk/s1600-h/_3180551_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180057655363741154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R-NC_g__peI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BQELX_C9xjk/s400/_3180551_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180057651068773842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R-NC_Q__pdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_8Nb28wl-3M/s400/_3180550_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I seriously want to take that seed away everytime I see this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R-NC1w__pcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7gZQKCU-ii4/s1600-h/_3180544_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180057487860016578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R-NC1w__pcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7gZQKCU-ii4/s400/_3180544_edited-1.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/10758670-8500572675826208783?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8500572675826208783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8500572675826208783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8500572675826208783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8500572675826208783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/caught-in-act.html' title='Caught in the act'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R-NC_g__peI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BQELX_C9xjk/s72-c/_3180551_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7181623537040196735</id><published>2008-03-12T08:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:18:24.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all right all ready</title><content type='html'>I know i have heard it from everyone I have not blogged in forever! So to appease the masses here you go! Some happenings in the Hill house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan is four yay! He had a good birthday will lots of presents from grandparents and aunts and uncles and mom and dad. My kids are going to get spoiled. They have so many people who love them and I love that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon is 33, my hubby is growing up too, hee hee hee. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon is doing papers in the morning, he is an on call paper deliverer. He usually gets a call the night before telling him which route he is doing for the next morning or the next few mornings. Sometimes though he gets an extra route in the morning. The other day he did 300 papers in one morning. The man is a machine. He seems to like it and the extra income is nice too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am blogging my first blog on our new computer. We decided to use some of our tax return on getting a new desk and a new case for our computer. As many of you who have been here know our old computer was very noisy. It would get hot inside and the fan would kick into high gear and make a loud high pitched hum. So we decided to get a better ventilated case with fans to keep everything cool. Well we were putting all our computer guts into the new case and then we saw smoke. Not so good when you are dealing with computer. Smoke= Replacing almost all the computer components because they are either toast or not compliant with the new stuf. I love the new computer it is so very wonderfully quiet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am seriously tickled pink that spring is on the way. I can not wait till the snow melts from the parks and we can go play and take walks in the ravines, so excited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well anyway here are a few pictures to leave you with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breanna with the mini mandarins. So Cute! (the oranges are cute too!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176872466950163602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R9fyFJgQjJI/AAAAAAAAALw/JDEjl_1huKk/s400/_2060282_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is that baby in the window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176873209979505842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R9fywZgQjLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_39Q02yEpwA/s400/_3050463_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan at the ice castle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176873209979505826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R9fywZgQjKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NLPp6rzwGXA/s400/_1250216_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7181623537040196735?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7181623537040196735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7181623537040196735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7181623537040196735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7181623537040196735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-right-all-ready.html' title='all right all ready'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R9fyFJgQjJI/AAAAAAAAALw/JDEjl_1huKk/s72-c/_2060282_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6301927338370209431</id><published>2008-01-22T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:45:37.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Idea, Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Good Idea&lt;/strong&gt; : Taking the door key off the key ring so you can lock the car with the engine running so you can have a warm frost free car to get back into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Idea: &lt;/strong&gt;Taking every key BUT the door key off the ring so what you actualy do is lock your keys in the car at 7:00 in the morning at the Seven Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and it is also a good idea to marry a man who is handy with a coat hanger and also has a wonderful father who will pick you up take you home and then take said husband to get the keys out of the car)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6301927338370209431?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6301927338370209431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6301927338370209431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6301927338370209431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6301927338370209431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-idea-bad-idea.html' title='Good Idea, Bad Idea'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6078136064478830320</id><published>2008-01-13T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:25:06.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R4pJOS069xI/AAAAAAAAALg/9jwylCrheFU/s1600-h/_B176462_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155013233399756562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R4pJOS069xI/AAAAAAAAALg/9jwylCrheFU/s400/_B176462_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dont know what to say about this one, but I feel it just had to be posted anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6078136064478830320?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6078136064478830320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6078136064478830320&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6078136064478830320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6078136064478830320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-really-dont-know-what-to-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/R4pJOS069xI/AAAAAAAAALg/9jwylCrheFU/s72-c/_B176462_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8647076739187992706</id><published>2008-01-08T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:58:31.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bucket List 30 random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The other night we had Young Womens activity where we made lists of 100 things we wanted to do before we turned 100. The idea was taken from the movie "The Bucket List" where two men go and do everything they had wanted to do before they "kicked the bucket". Anyway here is the begining of the list I have made. They are in no particular order, some are pretty small some are bigger. Some are things that I have wanted to do forever some are things that I just thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;go parasailing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;play in a concert band again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;take the kids to disneyland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a ballroom dance class with Jon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go on a real honeymoon with Jon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go white water rafting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a train across canada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go golfing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the Eskimos win the Grey Cup live&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the Oilers Win the Stanley Cup live&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Salt Lake Temple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Europe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Africa &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Israel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own my own home free and clear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear "the skirt" again (the one in my closet that I cant get rid of because that would be admitting I will never be that skinny again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;See a show on Broadway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a real massage (I know Lara I just need to not be so lazy on this one :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on one of Jon's crazy hikes with him &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch a fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim in the ocean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go snorkeling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a cruise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a pedicure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take my kids on a big long road trip all through the mountains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go with Jon to see his mission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have every room in my house perfectly clean at the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay at the Hotel Macdonald&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Float in the dead sea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;See real castles, the really old ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok so there are some of mine what are yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-8647076739187992706?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8647076739187992706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8647076739187992706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8647076739187992706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8647076739187992706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-bucket-list-30-random-things.html' title='My Bucket List 30 random things'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7096351989164099708</id><published>2008-01-04T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:38:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh why.</title><content type='html'>Mom: Breanna why did you colour all over Skyler's back? (with dry erase marker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Mom, I was just decorating for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth do I do with that one especially considering the holidays are OVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7096351989164099708?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7096351989164099708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7096351989164099708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7096351989164099708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7096351989164099708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-4912313998839940686</id><published>2008-01-02T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:50:50.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the car</title><content type='html'>Ryan: Were we goin mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Walmart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Why we goin Walmart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: To buy presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Who we buyn presents for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: We are getting presents for your aunts and uncles. Santa gets presents for good boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: I a really good boy. I a really SUPER good boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-4912313998839940686?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4912313998839940686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=4912313998839940686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4912313998839940686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/4912313998839940686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-car.html' title='In the car'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6190487088526781074</id><published>2007-12-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:14:15.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRASH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind the noise that was just &lt;a href="http://www.workmanship.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki &lt;/a&gt;falling off her chair because she cant believe I actually blogged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here are some random mumblings at the end of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; is almost half done kindergarten, it almost blows my mind. She loves it she never complains about getting out the door and is always happy to go. On the two occasions she has not been well it took some serious convincing to get her to accept staying home. She does not want to miss one bit of learning, well and the fun of course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan has finished a speech sounds class through the community health center and he loved it. I has helped him be more understandable and he loved the setting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skyler is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; mobile and walks all over like a pro. Jon has also taught him to wrestle in fact it is not safe to lie down on the floor for fear of a baby belly dropping on your head. Thanks Jon. He is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; weaned now and is learning the meaning of sleeping through the night (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yippee&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why but my kids are weird eaters these days. Ryan will pig out at breakfast. The kid will eat three breakfasts if you let him but good luck getting him to eat anything significant at lunch or supper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; wolfs down supper. Two and often 3 helpings. Skyler is different then both. He just pigs out all day. Neither of the other two would ever eat as well as him at this age. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas was wonderful we spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve and Christmas day at Jon's parents house. My kids were truly spoiled they are very blessed to have lots of aunts and uncles and grand parents who love them. They still have not taken all of their presents out of the box. We are trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; out the fun so they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; play with them all for a couple of days then lose interest. Ryan got a couple of race car sets that he (and Dad) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; is in love with her Kid digital camera and her Fur Real chimpanzee named Queen. Skyler is young enough that he wants to play with whatever anyone else is playing with, wether it is his toy or Breannas or Ryans. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; rocks and went out at 4 in the morning and waited for 2 hours in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cold on&lt;/span&gt; boxing day. He got me a couple of memory cards for my camera for dirt cheap prices. He loves me, what can I say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am seriously loving having Jon around for the holidays and I am sad he has to go back on the second. But you know the whole responsibility thing earning a living. You know how it goes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are babysitting a car for Jon's sister for about 6 months. So for a while we get to be a two car family. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! it will be really nice while Jon is taking classes. Mind you by the time it goes back we might be so spoiled we want another one of our own. We have been thinking about it anyway, we will see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel very lucky and blessed at the end of this year to have the husband and children that I have. The bring me more Joy then I could ask for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope you all had a good Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6190487088526781074?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6190487088526781074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6190487088526781074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6190487088526781074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6190487088526781074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-bye-2007.html' title='Good bye 2007'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-471263770648710810</id><published>2007-11-27T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:05:39.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mowing lawns&lt;br /&gt;2. Living at home with my parents&lt;br /&gt;3. Likley obsessing over some boy&lt;br /&gt;4. Being young Going to YSA stuff&lt;br /&gt;5. Shoveling snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 5 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taking care of a new baby&lt;br /&gt;2 Managing an apartment building.&lt;br /&gt;3. At home alone a lot because Jon was working for Classic&lt;br /&gt;4. Living Downtown and about to move to Millwoods&lt;br /&gt;5 Enjoying being married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 1 year ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learning photography&lt;br /&gt;2. Taking care of a new baby&lt;br /&gt;3. Driving Breanna to preschool.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoying being married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I really enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apples and Caramel&lt;br /&gt;2. Nachos&lt;br /&gt;3. Crackers and Miracle whip.&lt;br /&gt;4. Brie cheese on crackers. (thanks to Kari-Lynn for introducing me to this one)&lt;br /&gt;5. Spinach dip and french bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I did a yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shoveled the walk&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought winter hats and mits and a pair of boots.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tried in vain not to scratch my itchy watery eyes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove downtown to get Jon from work.&lt;br /&gt;5. Took my glasses to get adjusted after being squished. (those frames have been through and survived more abuse then any other pair I have owned put together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I have had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Flyer/ newspaper deliverer&lt;br /&gt;2.Landscape Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;3 Hickory Farms booth person&lt;br /&gt;4. Cashier&lt;br /&gt;5 Mom. (by far my favourite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I had a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a house&lt;br /&gt;2. Put money in Education and mission funds for my kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Go on a nice vacation.&lt;br /&gt;4. pay off all our debts.&lt;br /&gt;5. Save for retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 tv shows I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost&lt;br /&gt;2. Heroes&lt;br /&gt;3 almost anything on the food channel.&lt;br /&gt;4. Law and Order.&lt;br /&gt;5. the closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I hate doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cleaning toilets&lt;br /&gt;2. awnsering the phone if I dont know who is calling&lt;br /&gt;3. cleaning up a constant stream of spills from kids&lt;br /&gt;4. fighting&lt;br /&gt;5. Running. Seriously never been good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok seriously dont know who to tag on this one so if you read this consider yourself tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-471263770648710810?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/471263770648710810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=471263770648710810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/471263770648710810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/471263770648710810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-things-i-was-doing-10-years-ago-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1076375737966656902</id><published>2007-11-05T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:51:51.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to make dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Heather: you should make supper tonight I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel like cooking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon: I made breakfast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heather: I make meals all the time I like not being the one to make dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon: What about the summer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heather: Yes you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barbequed&lt;/span&gt; a lot but I still made most of the meals. (a light bulb goes off in Heathers head)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enter democracy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heather: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; who do you think should make supper me or daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt;: DADDY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heather: Ryan who do you want to make dinner Daddy or me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan: (pointing to himself) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MEEE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then he was off like a lightening bolt so excited and proud of himself.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt; followed him then came back into the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt;: Mom! he is really going to do it he is going to try to make supper he already moved the bench up to the stove and &lt;strong&gt;HE IS GOING TO BURN HIMSELF!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess maybe you had to be there but it was so funny we made him pick a helper (which was Jon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;) and he made supper, for a few minutes anyway till he lost interest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry there was proper adult supervision and no one was burned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-1076375737966656902?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1076375737966656902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1076375737966656902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1076375737966656902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1076375737966656902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-wants-to-make-dinner.html' title='Who wants to make dinner?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8405195706852486870</id><published>2007-11-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:37:59.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills are alive......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Fall has decended on us and our life has a different rythym then the in the summer but we are enjoying it and taking it as it comes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breanna is absolutley loving kindergarten. I feel like there is so much to her now that I dont get to witness first hand. It used to be when Breanna learned something new I was there to see it. Now she goes to school everyday and learns new things from different people and is growing in so many ways all at the same time.  She loves her class which is very small only 11 kids. She has made new friends and has settled in quite well. She lost her first baby tooth the other day and the adult one is coming fast underneath it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan is talking more and becoming more conversational. He is such a boy. If there is a car in his hand he is a happy camper. He is taking a 6 week speach sounds program that I think will really help him be easier to understand. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skyler is walking now. I cant believe that my little baby is growing up so big. He is all over the place and goes up and down stairs in a heart beat and boy you better keep the bathroom door closed because he will be at that toilet so fast. He needs to learn that it is not his private pool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon is registerd for two classes for this January. His goal is to finish a degree and get a Certified General Accountant designation. I am glad to see him working toward finishing his schooling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As for me I dont know if I blogged this yet but I have been released from working in the primary and am now the secretary for the Young women. It is a different but very exciting calling for me and I am loving it all ready. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you go a quick update on the Hills!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-8405195706852486870?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8405195706852486870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8405195706852486870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8405195706852486870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8405195706852486870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/11/hills-are-alive.html' title='The Hills are alive......'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6096881342490463322</id><published>2007-10-14T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:06:28.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SKYLER</title><content type='html'>One year ago today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RxLLl90J5bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/58TayBHAUVE/s1600-h/Copy+of+PA140022_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121379579382588850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RxLLl90J5bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/58TayBHAUVE/s400/Copy+of+PA140022_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And look at him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121409592614053330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RxLm490J5dI/AAAAAAAAALI/dCNPHMDGP-w/s400/_A146339_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&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/10758670-6096881342490463322?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6096881342490463322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6096881342490463322&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6096881342490463322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6096881342490463322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-skyler.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SKYLER'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RxLLl90J5bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/58TayBHAUVE/s72-c/Copy+of+PA140022_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-5891524680348882859</id><published>2007-10-06T18:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:36:41.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwgkSt0J5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2akzVAyaq3U/s1600-h/PA046227small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118380880461161874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwgkSt0J5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2akzVAyaq3U/s400/PA046227small.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/10758670-5891524680348882859?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5891524680348882859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=5891524680348882859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5891524680348882859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5891524680348882859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-these-two.html' title='I love these two'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwgkSt0J5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2akzVAyaq3U/s72-c/PA046227small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8102550222326366987</id><published>2007-10-05T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:49:00.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A nature walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZO0N0J5YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/W0AEkke6xFY/s1600-h/PA046206_edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117864685521724802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZO0N0J5YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/W0AEkke6xFY/s400/PA046206_edited-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZOsN0J5XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y2AsW74mbVE/s1600-h/PA046224_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117864548082771314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZOsN0J5XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y2AsW74mbVE/s400/PA046224_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZOjt0J5WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wCdLDDPRZLg/s1600-h/PA046236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117864402053883234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZOjt0J5WI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wCdLDDPRZLg/s400/PA046236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZOZt0J5VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/h3gGto9T8Tg/s1600-h/PA046282_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117864230255191378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZOZt0J5VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/h3gGto9T8Tg/s400/PA046282_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZOBN0J5UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zM3W_sAfD90/s1600-h/PA046251_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117863809348396354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZOBN0J5UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zM3W_sAfD90/s400/PA046251_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZNt90J5TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a4eYzjBXcX0/s1600-h/PA046269_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117863478635914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZNt90J5TI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a4eYzjBXcX0/s400/PA046269_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-8102550222326366987?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8102550222326366987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8102550222326366987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8102550222326366987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8102550222326366987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/10/nature-walk.html' title='A nature walk'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RwZO0N0J5YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/W0AEkke6xFY/s72-c/PA046206_edited-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-2105285893212077593</id><published>2007-10-03T06:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:52:51.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippetts</title><content type='html'>Me: Bye Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Why you say Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was saying good bye to my Mom. She is Your grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: (sounding very relieved) Oh she's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At lunch yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Mom I just dont &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; like vegitables right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well you still gotta eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later in the car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Breanna Im sorry I got mad at you before we left the house. Im feeling upset right now and it is not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Thats okay mom. (and now that we are talking feelings). I just dont feel like vegitables right now ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-2105285893212077593?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2105285893212077593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=2105285893212077593&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2105285893212077593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2105285893212077593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/10/snippetts.html' title='Snippetts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-945342082872482281</id><published>2007-09-17T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:22:09.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kindergartener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Ru6pqp8cROI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N7twsPOHY14/s1600-h/Breanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111209177391056098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Ru6pqp8cROI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N7twsPOHY14/s400/Breanna.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/10758670-945342082872482281?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/945342082872482281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=945342082872482281&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/945342082872482281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/945342082872482281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/09/kindergartener.html' title='A Kindergartener'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Ru6pqp8cROI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N7twsPOHY14/s72-c/Breanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1821976306626796603</id><published>2007-08-30T07:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T07:53:21.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune cookie fun</title><content type='html'>You all know the old fortune cookie game, you read your fortunes and add "in the bathroom" to the end of every one.  Here are some we got the other day. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening promises romantic interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are capable of extremely hard work and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would do well in the field of computer technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will continue to take chances and be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry abou the stock market. Invest in family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will enjoy doing something different this coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your abundant humor with others at this time they need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know kinda juvenile but you know what they say.  Your only young once but immaturity can last a life time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-1821976306626796603?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1821976306626796603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1821976306626796603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1821976306626796603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1821976306626796603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/fortune-cookie-fun.html' title='Fortune cookie fun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1218070263027031521</id><published>2007-08-30T07:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T07:39:21.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>scrunchy face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RtbISWNCx1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/_VBX89OtckA/s1600-h/P8285993_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104487445194524498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RtbISWNCx1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/_VBX89OtckA/s400/P8285993_edited-2.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/10758670-1218070263027031521?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1218070263027031521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1218070263027031521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1218070263027031521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1218070263027031521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/scrunchy-face.html' title='scrunchy face'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RtbISWNCx1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/_VBX89OtckA/s72-c/P8285993_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6603183771208261513</id><published>2007-08-18T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:20:50.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Im It (yay I actually did it)</title><content type='html'>A- Attached or single: attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend: Besides the obvious awnser (love you Jon!) I dont think I could pick a single one that I love more then all the others. I have been blessed with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie: pie. (with ice cream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of choice: Wednesday is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: Camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color: Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummi Bears or Worms: Bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgence(s):Arctic freeze from dairy queen. Extra Grapey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July: July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: 3, I think... Let me count, 1...2...3. Yup I got 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Life is Incomplete Without: Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date: Feb 17 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 4. 3 brothers, 1 sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: both are good. MMM apple pie and orange juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: Making dinner for someone and giving them food poisioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote(s): "and by weird do you mean AWESOME" -Nikki. Her response when I discussed my feelings on having my baby sleeping in a different room now. (for part of the night anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason To Smile: Cuddling with a sleeping baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Season: Spring leading into summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag Three: Janna, Naomi, Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me: Some know and some dont. I have gone skydiving 7 times. I swear Im not an adreanaline junky I just like the view. (I had a hard time thinking of one for this I am really an open book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals: mmmm steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit: Losing things. Forgetting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Ultrasounds are cool. (yes I do agree the 800 glasses of water suck but I have never had to drink chalk for an ultra sound.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your Favorite Food: mmmm to many to count. Spagetti ranks pretty high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac: Virgo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6603183771208261513?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6603183771208261513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6603183771208261513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6603183771208261513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6603183771208261513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/tag-im-it-yay-i-actually-did-it.html' title='Tag Im It (yay I actually did it)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3892319705973348074</id><published>2007-08-17T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:46:33.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im totaly hotter as a Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RsYXNWNCxqI/AAAAAAAAAII/N6gkh3dBWyA/s1600-h/your_image.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099789146109691554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RsYXNWNCxqI/AAAAAAAAAII/N6gkh3dBWyA/s400/your_image.png" 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/10758670-3892319705973348074?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3892319705973348074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3892319705973348074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3892319705973348074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3892319705973348074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-totaly-hotter-as-simpson.html' title='Im totaly hotter as a Simpson'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RsYXNWNCxqI/AAAAAAAAAII/N6gkh3dBWyA/s72-c/your_image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3615813180602673633</id><published>2007-08-01T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:32:34.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day.</title><content type='html'>Im not crying, Im humming sadly. That's why my eyes are watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Breanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3615813180602673633?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3615813180602673633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3615813180602673633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3615813180602673633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3615813180602673633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3976652287409140912</id><published>2007-07-20T10:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:31:34.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the hiccups</title><content type='html'>Daddy! I read the whole thing with....&lt;br /&gt;Daddy! I read the whole thing withou....&lt;br /&gt;Daddy! I read the....&lt;br /&gt;Daddy! I read the whole thing without....&lt;br /&gt;Daddy! I read the whole thing without sto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaddyIreadthewholethingwithoutstopping! Is that... cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna had a message to get across and she was determined to get it all at once.&lt;br /&gt;She was trying so hard to say it all at once and the hiccups just kept getting in the way it was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3976652287409140912?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3976652287409140912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3976652287409140912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3976652287409140912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3976652287409140912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/attack-of-hiccups.html' title='Attack of the hiccups'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-2059341875706132030</id><published>2007-07-10T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:22:23.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon's Dragon Boat Team In Lethbridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RpMk4ohY3yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rrFaCckx-LA/s1600-h/More+Dragon+boat+fun+small+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085448959600156450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RpMk4ohY3yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rrFaCckx-LA/s400/More+Dragon+boat+fun+small+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RpMksYhY3xI/AAAAAAAAAHo/T7LfeWFul0I/s1600-h/Dragon+boat+fun+small+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085448749146758930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RpMksYhY3xI/AAAAAAAAAHo/T7LfeWFul0I/s400/Dragon+boat+fun+small+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RpMhB4hY3vI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TpRhCggt3G4/s1600-h/Dragon+boat+fun+small.jpg"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-2059341875706132030?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2059341875706132030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=2059341875706132030&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2059341875706132030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2059341875706132030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/jons-dragon-boat-team-in-lethbridge.html' title='Jon&apos;s Dragon Boat Team In Lethbridge'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RpMk4ohY3yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rrFaCckx-LA/s72-c/More+Dragon+boat+fun+small+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8088896706199776621</id><published>2007-07-03T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:16:07.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Day Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoqgKIhY3tI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O-fw_Ld6t68/s1600-h/P7014946_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083051225387687634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoqgKIhY3tI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O-fw_Ld6t68/s200/P7014946_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf24hY3oI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Axbe5lzUc-s/s1600-h/P7014962_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083050894675205762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf24hY3oI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Axbe5lzUc-s/s200/P7014962_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf3IhY3pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KkNmaydmxbc/s1600-h/P7014973_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083050898970173074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf3IhY3pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KkNmaydmxbc/s200/P7014973_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf3ohY3qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8Jz3FZ4yKb8/s1600-h/P7014975_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083050907560107682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf3ohY3qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8Jz3FZ4yKb8/s200/P7014975_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf3ohY3rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vdvOoJ7x1mE/s1600-h/P7014981_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083050907560107698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf3ohY3rI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vdvOoJ7x1mE/s200/P7014981_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf34hY3sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w09s4JABjF0/s1600-h/P7015012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083050911855075010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Roqf34hY3sI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w09s4JABjF0/s200/P7015012.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/10758670-8088896706199776621?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8088896706199776621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8088896706199776621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8088896706199776621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8088896706199776621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/canada-day-shenanigans.html' title='Canada Day Shenanigans'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoqgKIhY3tI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O-fw_Ld6t68/s72-c/P7014946_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-8637679461660676647</id><published>2007-06-28T00:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:30:38.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Flying</title><content type='html'>Flying our new (to us) kite.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoNS1YhY3kI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hcEYEbMtQvc/s1600-h/P6274736_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080995881673088578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoNS1YhY3kI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hcEYEbMtQvc/s320/P6274736_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look four our new kite at the top of the tree. We think the string snapped. It was neat to watch it sail away. Right up until it landed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080996173730864722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoNTGYhY3lI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8HS9mUOx8KI/s320/P6274744_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Finding other fun... Ready .... Set... Roll!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080996319759752802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoNTO4hY3mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/n8VTNy3rLQg/s320/P6274756_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if there is not kite to fly why dont we try to do it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080996409954066034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoNTUIhY3nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jPmMgZOarrk/s320/P6274765_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kite still sits at the top of the tree. We have yet to figure out how to get it down. Wind was blowing such that the kite was plasterd into the tree there was not way we could shake it down. And I briefly contemplated throwing things but that would probably just mean I would have a kite and a couple sandals stuck in the tree. Easy come easy go.&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/10758670-8637679461660676647?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8637679461660676647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=8637679461660676647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8637679461660676647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/8637679461660676647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/kite-flying.html' title='Kite Flying'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RoNS1YhY3kI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hcEYEbMtQvc/s72-c/P6274736_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1080447345072871643</id><published>2007-06-24T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T14:02:56.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On her graduation from a car seat to a booster seat.</title><content type='html'>Breanna: Ryan when you are big enough you can have a booster seat like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: When Im big enough I wanna DRIVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-1080447345072871643?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1080447345072871643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1080447345072871643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1080447345072871643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1080447345072871643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-her-graduation-from-car-seat-to.html' title='On her graduation from a car seat to a booster seat.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1498465252894767339</id><published>2007-06-19T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:37:44.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here and there</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rnir4ITVhzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z5l9fyTmP20/s1600-h/P6144522_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077997560649844530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rnir4ITVhzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z5l9fyTmP20/s320/P6144522_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breanna had her preschool graduation. I know it seems so funny she is not even five and has already had a "graduation" ceremony. She loved it of course and dad got her a pink stuffed unicorn as her graduation present&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fathers day has come and gone. Dad got a Beta fish to keep on his desk. Dad asked Breanna what to name it she then told him that he should name it. Jon suggested munchkin. Breanna then said she wanted to name him Donut because she wanted him to have a funny name. Im not sure if the spelling is Doughnut or Donut offically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skyler is sitting and doing the army crawl and will very soon be crawling on all fours. He is beginning to discover the wonderful world of food. Good times. I think he knows that our food tastes better then his does and is always looking at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ryan is growing by leaps and bounds. He shot up a couple of inches in just a couple of months and out grew pretty much all his pants at the same time.  Time for summer cut offs! He is talking more and getting much more conversational. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have decided against moving to Saskatoon. For those of you who dont know we had decided to moved to Saskatoon in the hopes that we could buy a house. In the end the houses we could afford were in places we did not want to be in. We thought of renting and decided in the end we would not save that much over what we are paying here. I am happy that we are here. We feel that this is still the place that we are supposed to be. As much as I wanted to be able to own a home we realize that it was not going to work out. We will see what the future has we may move away from Edmonton one day but for now we will stay where we are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon has offically finished his training at work yay and is now a permanent employee of the government. He is really doing great and enjoying it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And it is totaly time for me to go to bed. goodnight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-1498465252894767339?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1498465252894767339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1498465252894767339&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1498465252894767339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1498465252894767339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-and-there_19.html' title='here and there'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rnir4ITVhzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z5l9fyTmP20/s72-c/P6144522_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-5588294802842556924</id><published>2007-06-05T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:23:15.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Their wonderful disgusting imagination.</title><content type='html'>At the breakfast table eating their oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Me eating big poop mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Huh? What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Me eating big poop mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Breanna what are you eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Uh nufing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: What are you pretending to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Worms! we are baby birds eating worms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Yeah we eating worms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-5588294802842556924?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5588294802842556924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=5588294802842556924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5588294802842556924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5588294802842556924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/06/their-wonderful-disgusting-imagination.html' title='Their wonderful disgusting imagination.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1352705838732020657</id><published>2007-05-24T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:20:01.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Featuring a Built In Swimming pool</title><content type='html'>This morning I got a big pile of laundry ready to take to the basement to wash. Unfortunatley it got stuck on the landing upstairs for a while. Where the kids decided it made a great swimming pool. You know you have too much laundry when your kids can jump down 5 stairs into it and not get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well eventually the laundry made its way off the stairs. (ok now it is sitting on the landing in the basement but we will not talk about that) apparently the kids decided the swimming pool was so much fun the first time that they have recreated it again. with a laundry pile of their own creation. I am afraid to find out where it came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-1352705838732020657?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1352705838732020657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1352705838732020657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1352705838732020657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1352705838732020657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/featuring-built-in-swimming-pool.html' title='Featuring a Built In Swimming pool'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-768227696657759322</id><published>2007-05-19T20:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:20:40.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug vs Fry</title><content type='html'>My two older children are so different in some ways but compliment each other at the same time. Here are some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Loves to play&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Happy to watch.&lt;br /&gt;(ok fine this one has started to change but I loved the way it used to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ham and pineapple pizza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: picks all the pineapple off and does not eat it.&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Eats her pinapple first and happilly takes care of Ryan's as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Flushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Never remembers to flush.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Happy to flush for her and anyone else. Will even stand outside the bathroom door and ask to flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburger Helper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Eats all the meat&lt;br /&gt;Breanna: Eats all the pasta.&lt;br /&gt;SWITCH PLATES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-768227696657759322?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/768227696657759322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=768227696657759322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/768227696657759322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/768227696657759322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/bug-vs-fry.html' title='Bug vs Fry'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6173669410740166857</id><published>2007-05-09T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:41:41.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go potty!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im a bird that has escaped from its cage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super girl is trapped! Someone save me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breanna's attempts at rescue after being sent to time  out.  And why might she be in time outyou ask?  Well she bonked Ryan in the head with a little wooden box. Which Im not sure was intentional. You might wonder why I sent her to time out if I dont think she meant to hit him in the head. Well It is because it hit him in the head while it was being used to pour melted ice cream all over him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My children have this ability to be so creatively mischevous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6173669410740166857?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6173669410740166857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6173669410740166857&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6173669410740166857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6173669410740166857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-to-go-potty-im-bird-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-5033897919667067943</id><published>2007-05-01T13:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:08:42.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: on party</title><content type='html'>Officall day: Tuesday the 15th If you dont know how to get my number please leave a comment and I will contact you. I hope to see you all there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-5033897919667067943?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5033897919667067943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=5033897919667067943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5033897919667067943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5033897919667067943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/update-on-party_01.html' title='Update: on party'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-5220936252586659624</id><published>2007-04-24T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:39:38.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Blog party.</title><content type='html'>I love that there are so many people I know that blog and that visit my blog. So anyway I think it is time we had a party! So if you are a girl and I know you and you are reading this give me a call or leave a comment and I will contact you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hope I am not making any male readers feel left out I promise we will get you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and I know I have not posted in forever! so I hope I get credit for posting this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-5220936252586659624?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5220936252586659624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=5220936252586659624&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5220936252586659624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5220936252586659624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/girls-night-blog-party.html' title='Girls Night Blog party.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6819102572284887373</id><published>2007-04-11T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:55:08.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Sasketchewan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0S2THcozI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hISpOP3vmd0/s1600-h/_4063007_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052215081033311026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0S2THcozI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hISpOP3vmd0/s320/_4063007_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0RsTHcoyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lt2UxgsesVo/s1600-h/_4062904_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052213809722991394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0RsTHcoyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Lt2UxgsesVo/s320/_4062904_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0QcjHcowI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vAzs9JvFC7w/s1600-h/_4062888_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052212439628423938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0QcjHcowI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vAzs9JvFC7w/s320/_4062888_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0QHTHcovI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E849ZSGWRxc/s1600-h/_4052806_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052212074556203762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0QHTHcovI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E849ZSGWRxc/s320/_4052806_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10758670-6819102572284887373?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6819102572284887373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6819102572284887373&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6819102572284887373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6819102572284887373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-from-sasketchewan.html' title='Pictures from Sasketchewan'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/Rh0S2THcozI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hISpOP3vmd0/s72-c/_4063007_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-2619597241287886853</id><published>2007-04-04T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:57:15.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhPKznTMnDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qfvpLIt7Pbs/s1600-h/_4022643_small-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049602595284098098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhPKznTMnDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qfvpLIt7Pbs/s320/_4022643_small-1.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/10758670-2619597241287886853?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2619597241287886853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=2619597241287886853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2619597241287886853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/2619597241287886853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhPKznTMnDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qfvpLIt7Pbs/s72-c/_4022643_small-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-5404217989863942707</id><published>2007-04-03T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:11:09.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhMzV3TMnCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AHbYoKXkW-0/s1600-h/_4022642_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049436057927195682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhMzV3TMnCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AHbYoKXkW-0/s200/_4022642_small.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/10758670-5404217989863942707?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5404217989863942707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=5404217989863942707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5404217989863942707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/5404217989863942707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-baby.html' title='Happy baby'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhMzV3TMnCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AHbYoKXkW-0/s72-c/_4022642_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3339039277393964446</id><published>2007-04-01T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:25:59.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bug'/><title type='text'>Harumph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhCQqcGxUaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B46EEUtwtds/s1600-h/_3292470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048694241055822242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhCQqcGxUaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B46EEUtwtds/s200/_3292470.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/10758670-3339039277393964446?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3339039277393964446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3339039277393964446&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3339039277393964446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3339039277393964446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/04/harumph.html' title='Harumph'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RhCQqcGxUaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B46EEUtwtds/s72-c/_3292470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-1228813666410793560</id><published>2007-03-27T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:59:31.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luvin the new couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old and busted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RgmD-SpcDgI/AAAAAAAAADI/K43_z0Xqpeg/s1600-h/P3270130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046709963626122754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RgmD-SpcDgI/AAAAAAAAADI/K43_z0Xqpeg/s320/P3270130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Hottness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046710315813441042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RgmESypcDhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nUNwAtxGlEs/s320/P3270129.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046710783964876322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RgmEuCpcDiI/AAAAAAAAADY/d8X8bCX2S4w/s320/P3270128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046711295065984562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RgmFLypcDjI/AAAAAAAAADg/yu3BvTXaBnU/s320/P3270137.JPG" border="0" /&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/10758670-1228813666410793560?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1228813666410793560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=1228813666410793560&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1228813666410793560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/1228813666410793560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/luvin-new-couch.html' title='Luvin the new couch'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RgmD-SpcDgI/AAAAAAAAADI/K43_z0Xqpeg/s72-c/P3270130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3924263414193365078</id><published>2007-03-25T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:30:57.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little story</title><content type='html'>So we are on the way home and I stop at the grocery store with my sister and kids in the van. I hop out and run in while they wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish my quick shop I walk back to the van and see the front seat is empty and think: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; the kids are probably grumpy and Naomi had to go into the back to help them. Then as I get closer to the van I realize that the babies seat is not where it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; is and I begin to panic. I start to hyperventilate as the unthinkable has actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;, one of my worst fears. I slap my hands on the window and press my face into the glass as I realize that &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE FORGOTTEN MY BABY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my face pressed into the window I look at the other seats in the van and notice something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;peculiar,&lt;/span&gt; they are empty as well. I then notice a brown leather purse. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; own a brown leather purse. There are no car seats in this car. I pull away from the window and look to &lt;strong&gt;the other side of the parking lot&lt;/strong&gt; where my van is actually parked and I walk toward it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-3924263414193365078?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3924263414193365078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3924263414193365078&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3924263414193365078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3924263414193365078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-story.html' title='A little story'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7303896522695862048</id><published>2007-03-19T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:23:27.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"cookie monster has HAS &lt;strong&gt;COOKIES!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7303896522695862048?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7303896522695862048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7303896522695862048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7303896522695862048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7303896522695862048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/cookie-monster-has-has-cookies-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-628148882384411816</id><published>2007-03-17T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:44:34.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When Ryan wants something now he always seems to need it and he will repeat that word. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need need juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need need need COOKIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that his language seems to be coming along more now. We have been somewhat concerned that he is behind for a while and I actually have an appointment with a Speach Language person for him. He does seem to be blossiming in his language though. He often comes up to me and smiles his little grin and just says "Hello Mommy" It makes me melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfourtunatley the more he talks the more he seems to have to argue with Breanna about. Fun times. Sometimes they play so great sometimes they just fight. Oddly enought I think they enjoy having a sparing partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-628148882384411816?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/628148882384411816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=628148882384411816&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/628148882384411816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/628148882384411816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-ryan-wants-something-now-he-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-6347328060811896269</id><published>2007-03-15T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:46:48.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im feeling like I should blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so Jon had surgery this week. He got out of the hospital today he is tired and sore but otherwise recovering well. He expects to go back to work after the Easter weekend in April. It has been a very busy week for me and the kids involving babysitters and driving back and forth from the hospital to see dad. I have hardly been home so I have not been blogging or checking blogs till today.  A big thank you to everyone who watched my kids or helped with meals and everything that people have done to make this week a little easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-6347328060811896269?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6347328060811896269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=6347328060811896269&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6347328060811896269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/6347328060811896269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-feeling-like-i-should-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-3322561097933323552</id><published>2007-03-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T08:09:06.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RfAnBw8w4NI/AAAAAAAAACI/zAyXXOR2PtU/s1600-h/P3060071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039570894300700882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RfAnBw8w4NI/AAAAAAAAACI/zAyXXOR2PtU/s200/P3060071.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/10758670-3322561097933323552?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3322561097933323552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=3322561097933323552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3322561097933323552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/3322561097933323552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/pirate-boy.html' title='Pirate Boy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5sePDQZexE/RfAnBw8w4NI/AAAAAAAAACI/zAyXXOR2PtU/s72-c/P3060071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7373160646897431790</id><published>2007-03-07T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:15:24.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>I just was looking back through the archives. (did I mention my blog is 2 years old hee hee) and I found this post lol how fitting. &lt;a href="http://therslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-minivan.html#comments"&gt;http://therslife.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-minivan.html#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7373160646897431790?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7373160646897431790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7373160646897431790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7373160646897431790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7373160646897431790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10758670.post-7292310724779745940</id><published>2007-03-07T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:08:16.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Anniversary</title><content type='html'>I Just realized that a couple of weeks ago I hit my two year bloggiversary! Yay for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10758670-7292310724779745940?l=therslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7292310724779745940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10758670&amp;postID=7292310724779745940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7292310724779745940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10758670/posts/default/7292310724779745940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/belated-anniversary.html' title='Belated Anniversary'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06810410478972518480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394984730_4f125f4ccc_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
