<?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-8408325568820496204</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:40:02.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bennetts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-5126512127655326165</id><published>2010-03-09T18:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:44:22.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Rosa Bennett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing London Rosa Bennett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born March 4, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12:04 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 pounds 2 ounces, 21 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b46aQGldI/AAAAAAAAFS4/wLfWzk_tsm8/s1600-h/London+3-4-10+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446814481714157010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b46aQGldI/AAAAAAAAFS4/wLfWzk_tsm8/s400/London+3-4-10+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b46MONtBI/AAAAAAAAFSw/HS1edhpJm3w/s1600-h/London+3-4-10+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446814477948138514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b46MONtBI/AAAAAAAAFSw/HS1edhpJm3w/s400/London+3-4-10+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b45n0sM8I/AAAAAAAAFSo/dNW0eCHBID0/s1600-h/London+3-4-10+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446814468177408962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b45n0sM8I/AAAAAAAAFSo/dNW0eCHBID0/s400/London+3-4-10+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b45EWX0aI/AAAAAAAAFSg/62Pybaixito/s1600-h/London+3-4-10+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446814458655003042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b45EWX0aI/AAAAAAAAFSg/62Pybaixito/s400/London+3-4-10+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b446TFu-I/AAAAAAAAFSY/cs4SJv-GFhQ/s1600-h/IMG_6318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446814455956880354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b446TFu-I/AAAAAAAAFSY/cs4SJv-GFhQ/s400/IMG_6318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-5126512127655326165?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5126512127655326165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=5126512127655326165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5126512127655326165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5126512127655326165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/london-rosa-bennett.html' title='London Rosa Bennett'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S5b46aQGldI/AAAAAAAAFS4/wLfWzk_tsm8/s72-c/London+3-4-10+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-4672802829507019529</id><published>2010-03-02T09:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:49:08.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Is A Coming!</title><content type='html'>Our family will be experiences &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; life-changing events in the next few days and weeks!  First, we'll be welcoming a new baby girl into the family any day now.  Next, we'll be moving to Eastern Idaho (I'm trying to convince myself that I will be able to handle the weather over there!).  And last, Hal will be starting a new job.  All taking place during the month of March!  Sounds like fun, doesn't it?  Actually, we are really excited for all 3 events and looking forward to what the future holds.  We know this is the right path for our family and feel that we are being blessed.  Life is good and we're still smiling! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-4672802829507019529?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4672802829507019529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=4672802829507019529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4672802829507019529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4672802829507019529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/03/change-is-coming.html' title='Change Is A Coming!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-5406054810602773688</id><published>2010-02-26T09:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:48:20.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been so horrible about remembering to take pictures of myself during this pregnancy.  Probably because I'm the one who is usually behind the camera taking pictures.  So here I am at 38 weeks.  The end is in sight and we can hardly wait!  We are filled with anticipation and excitement as we prepare to meet our baby girl.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fzheoNFpI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/OmpEJ440r-8/s1600-h/IMG_6134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586431183459986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fzheoNFpI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/OmpEJ440r-8/s400/IMG_6134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fzgk2CQDI/AAAAAAAAFSI/ZYYlyqJkccY/s1600-h/IMG_6128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586415672213554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fzgk2CQDI/AAAAAAAAFSI/ZYYlyqJkccY/s400/IMG_6128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fzgFMhDSI/AAAAAAAAFSA/x9-05cmKIjY/s1600-h/IMG_6131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442586407176572194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fzgFMhDSI/AAAAAAAAFSA/x9-05cmKIjY/s400/IMG_6131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We'll let you know when she makes her grand arrival!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-5406054810602773688?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5406054810602773688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=5406054810602773688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5406054810602773688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5406054810602773688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/38-weeks.html' title='38 Weeks'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fzheoNFpI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/OmpEJ440r-8/s72-c/IMG_6134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-4212145477050620637</id><published>2010-02-26T08:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:08:47.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First for Madison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madison lost her first tooth!  We noticed it was wiggly shortly after Christmas and it finally popped out a few weeks ago.  She was so excited to leave it out in her new tooth fairy box the night it came out.  She left out some gum for the tooth fairy and was thrilled to see she had been given a 50 cent piece.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fwIC2I9SI/AAAAAAAAFR4/_9gB9fCrIxw/s1600-h/IMG_6103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442582695694103842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fwIC2I9SI/AAAAAAAAFR4/_9gB9fCrIxw/s400/IMG_6103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hal and I can hardly believe our little girl is loosing teeth.  She's growing up way too quickly.  I had to hold back the tears when I saw she'd lost her first tooth! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fwHbP8OzI/AAAAAAAAFRw/dhty9JO3YjM/s1600-h/IMG_6101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442582685064903474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fwHbP8OzI/AAAAAAAAFRw/dhty9JO3YjM/s400/IMG_6101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-4212145477050620637?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4212145477050620637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=4212145477050620637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4212145477050620637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4212145477050620637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-for-madison.html' title='First for Madison'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/S4fwIC2I9SI/AAAAAAAAFR4/_9gB9fCrIxw/s72-c/IMG_6103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-3212489480001250399</id><published>2010-02-04T19:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:15:30.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in February???</title><content type='html'>My poor blog has been highly neglected, I know. Most of you have probably given up on me actually putting together a post! I'm finally getting around to doing an update and I can't just skip putting up a Christmas post, so here's my best effort of making it short and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cembed%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20src=%22http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf%22%20width=%22400%22%20height=%22267%22%20flashvars=%22host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fsbennett50%2Falbumid%2F5434567638821293121%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US%22%20pluginspage=%22http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer%22%3E%3C/embed%3E"&gt;http://&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;noautoplay=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fsbennett50%2Falbumid%2F5434567638821293121%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-3212489480001250399?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3212489480001250399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=3212489480001250399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3212489480001250399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3212489480001250399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/christmas-in-february.html' title='Christmas in February???'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-1212891056671228975</id><published>2009-12-16T18:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:10:49.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SymDtdbfaJI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/EdSLTNCyU04/s1600-h/Bennett_Christmas_Card_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416004843907016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SymDtdbfaJI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/EdSLTNCyU04/s400/Bennett_Christmas_Card_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wishing all our family and friends a very merry Christmas!  We aren't sending cards in the mail this year, but we are still thinking of all of you this holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-1212891056671228975?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1212891056671228975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=1212891056671228975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1212891056671228975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1212891056671228975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SymDtdbfaJI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/EdSLTNCyU04/s72-c/Bennett_Christmas_Card_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-3968078245644754588</id><published>2009-12-10T15:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:11:39.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We headed south to Utah for Thanksgiving this year.  One of our stops was to visit my Grandma Elam.  The kids adored her and it was so sweet to watch her play with them.  Quinn and Grandma had a ball playing cars together!  I love my Grandma so much and wish I got to see her more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHLGMT9pI/AAAAAAAAFJs/xy78b3A5NNI/s1600-h/IMG_5860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413756851786610322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHLGMT9pI/AAAAAAAAFJs/xy78b3A5NNI/s400/IMG_5860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Here are the cousins enjoying their Thanksgiving meal.  Ryan polished off the turkey drumstick all on his own.  Impressive!  Not sure where Quinn was????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHKr5u76I/AAAAAAAAFJk/GMfeTg1QXVs/s1600-h/IMG_5865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413756844729364386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHKr5u76I/AAAAAAAAFJk/GMfeTg1QXVs/s400/IMG_5865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanksgiving dinner was delicious and didn't disappoint.  I didn't get a picture of the beautiful pies my sister made, but they were oh so yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHKFKIHJI/AAAAAAAAFJc/yBzkNluZZVc/s1600-h/IMG_5866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413756834329140370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHKFKIHJI/AAAAAAAAFJc/yBzkNluZZVc/s400/IMG_5866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our turkey feathers that we mailed out to family were a success!  The kids loved checking the mail box each day hoping for a feather to arrive.  We loved reading as a family what our other family members are thankful for.  This has been a fun family tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHJr5WEoI/AAAAAAAAFJU/MDU2CjJ1QLc/s1600-h/IMG_5877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413756827547865730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHJr5WEoI/AAAAAAAAFJU/MDU2CjJ1QLc/s400/IMG_5877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had our first snow fall this week.  Quinn doesn't have boots or snow pants quite yet, so he had to wear Madison's old ones.  When I first put on the pink boots he said, "No Mom, I want black boots."  But after I explained to him it was either wear pink boots or not play in the snow he decided he'd go pink this one time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHJH5MFoI/AAAAAAAAFJM/pEvV_HP4xVU/s1600-h/IMG_5901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413756817883534978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHJH5MFoI/AAAAAAAAFJM/pEvV_HP4xVU/s400/IMG_5901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-3968078245644754588?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3968078245644754588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=3968078245644754588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3968078245644754588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3968078245644754588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SyGHLGMT9pI/AAAAAAAAFJs/xy78b3A5NNI/s72-c/IMG_5860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-4799405411123071558</id><published>2009-11-09T19:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:21:18.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quinn, the new sheriff in town.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Svja7A_bkrI/AAAAAAAAFHk/5sxbTsfOpIk/s1600-h/IMG_5760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402308460444095154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Svja7A_bkrI/AAAAAAAAFHk/5sxbTsfOpIk/s400/IMG_5760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjZouF_sfI/AAAAAAAAFHc/1VY9-0_REcM/s1600-h/IMG_5765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402307046622081522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjZouF_sfI/AAAAAAAAFHc/1VY9-0_REcM/s400/IMG_5765.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison, the glowing Tinker Bell fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjU-WELfkI/AAAAAAAAFHU/MAniMq4drMg/s1600-h/IMG_5778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402301920570998338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjU-WELfkI/AAAAAAAAFHU/MAniMq4drMg/s400/IMG_5778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we carved pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjT6NHZdAI/AAAAAAAAFHM/h00ljzMh1ww/s1600-h/IMG_5782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402300749937472514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjT6NHZdAI/AAAAAAAAFHM/h00ljzMh1ww/s400/IMG_5782.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised when Madison wanted to do a scary face for her pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjSsVvac0I/AAAAAAAAFHE/AaoAv9PF4Y8/s1600-h/IMG_5785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402299412222997314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjSsVvac0I/AAAAAAAAFHE/AaoAv9PF4Y8/s400/IMG_5785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick-Or-Treat!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjOmP_tCpI/AAAAAAAAFG8/hgS9_3TEhkA/s1600-h/IMG_5790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402294909554985618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SvjOmP_tCpI/AAAAAAAAFG8/hgS9_3TEhkA/s400/IMG_5790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-4799405411123071558?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4799405411123071558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=4799405411123071558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4799405411123071558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4799405411123071558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Svja7A_bkrI/AAAAAAAAFHk/5sxbTsfOpIk/s72-c/IMG_5760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-2119067684652630804</id><published>2009-10-26T22:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:30:34.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink or Blue????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you haven't heard our exciting news....  we are expecting baby #3 in March!  I'm 20 weeks along now and things are going great.  We recently found out if we'll be having a boy or a girl.  Madison and Quinn wanted to help make the announcement, so here's a short video clip with the big reveal!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d83ef25b0db4dce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d83ef25b0db4dce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331693734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16DBB5660EE30603D195A5EC97A7817E34663B8B.3FE2CD5846A555D2715ACA0B515B471421857507%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd83ef25b0db4dce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DokwkHwUrdkP_mly4Fxn3uxM1fn8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d83ef25b0db4dce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331693734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16DBB5660EE30603D195A5EC97A7817E34663B8B.3FE2CD5846A555D2715ACA0B515B471421857507%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd83ef25b0db4dce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DokwkHwUrdkP_mly4Fxn3uxM1fn8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-2119067684652630804?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2119067684652630804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=2119067684652630804' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/2119067684652630804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/2119067684652630804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-or-blue.html' title='Pink or Blue????'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-8587560370988675773</id><published>2009-10-02T16:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:53:06.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Alive... She's Five!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of a sudden, my baby girl isn't so little any more. On September 23rd, our Madison May turned 5! I made her favorite breakfast the morning of her special day and she ate every bite.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaF_Kwk8VI/AAAAAAAAFFg/GLXK6AJozJQ/s1600-h/IMG_5279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388141324461732178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaF_Kwk8VI/AAAAAAAAFFg/GLXK6AJozJQ/s400/IMG_5279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got to take a poster all about her to preschool to celebrate her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFrjLlz9I/AAAAAAAAFFY/9XLADxlq23Y/s1600-h/IMG_5286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388140987420102610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFrjLlz9I/AAAAAAAAFFY/9XLADxlq23Y/s400/IMG_5286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFqxbvS0I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/2SFsQkGr--4/s1600-h/IMG_5287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388140974066060098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFqxbvS0I/AAAAAAAAFFQ/2SFsQkGr--4/s400/IMG_5287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFqQdg-hI/AAAAAAAAFFI/kSKdD3HW3gQ/s1600-h/IMG_5318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388140965215140370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFqQdg-hI/AAAAAAAAFFI/kSKdD3HW3gQ/s400/IMG_5318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been asking for a Barbie computer for months and months and months. The look on her face when she opened it up was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFp1XJ1eI/AAAAAAAAFFA/n8MJaRnc2Ww/s1600-h/IMG_5324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388140957940700642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFp1XJ1eI/AAAAAAAAFFA/n8MJaRnc2Ww/s400/IMG_5324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little cake was the perfect size for our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFo1-rzoI/AAAAAAAAFE4/Mdd1OcBYsYE/s1600-h/IMG_5337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388140940926635650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaFo1-rzoI/AAAAAAAAFE4/Mdd1OcBYsYE/s400/IMG_5337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided she could have a friend birthday party this year. She wanted to have a Tinkerbell party and have her friends come dressed up as fairies. She chose to be Tinkerbell, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD-xXT1cI/AAAAAAAAFEw/fLvv3sNST-E/s1600-h/IMG_5359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388139118621611458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD-xXT1cI/AAAAAAAAFEw/fLvv3sNST-E/s400/IMG_5359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought she had died and gone to heaven when I told her she could wear glitter for her party.  And no, I don't ask her to pose for pictures.  It just comes naturally to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD-UYwe9I/AAAAAAAAFEo/sVGq_m0yPCI/s1600-h/IMG_5360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388139110843055058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD-UYwe9I/AAAAAAAAFEo/sVGq_m0yPCI/s400/IMG_5360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison requested we have cupcakes instead of a birthday cake. I wasn't going to argue with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD9oBv8uI/AAAAAAAAFEg/pumIXPUdSt4/s1600-h/IMG_5377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388139098935390946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD9oBv8uI/AAAAAAAAFEg/pumIXPUdSt4/s400/IMG_5377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn couldn't be left out of the fairy fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD9OAxSPI/AAAAAAAAFEY/Ehbdo1xkskE/s1600-h/IMG_5385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388139091951962354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD9OAxSPI/AAAAAAAAFEY/Ehbdo1xkskE/s400/IMG_5385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloring fairy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD8oCyKuI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/41w6P3EaJOo/s1600-h/IMG_5387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388139081759861474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaD8oCyKuI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/41w6P3EaJOo/s400/IMG_5387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating star cookie wands.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaArCTA6ZI/AAAAAAAAFDg/H8XydrwmaQc/s1600-h/IMG_5390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388135481034729874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaArCTA6ZI/AAAAAAAAFDg/H8XydrwmaQc/s400/IMG_5390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Tinkerbell bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaAqSfr1hI/AAAAAAAAFDY/lFJr7Dgm3uI/s1600-h/IMG_5407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388135468202972690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaAqSfr1hI/AAAAAAAAFDY/lFJr7Dgm3uI/s400/IMG_5407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making fairy dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaAp1a-mPI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/q6NkQMSUGwQ/s1600-h/IMG_5423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388135460398602482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaAp1a-mPI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/q6NkQMSUGwQ/s400/IMG_5423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pin the wand on Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaApZ9ipwI/AAAAAAAAFDI/ciBh_NTi55g/s1600-h/IMG_5426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388135453027378946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaApZ9ipwI/AAAAAAAAFDI/ciBh_NTi55g/s400/IMG_5426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaAo-_6UgI/AAAAAAAAFDA/KUbJmYkoQh4/s1600-h/IMG_5436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388135445789561346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaAo-_6UgI/AAAAAAAAFDA/KUbJmYkoQh4/s400/IMG_5436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal and I really enjoyed reflecting back on the five years Madison has been in our family.  She has brought so much joy and happiness into our lives.  Our family certainly wouldn't be complete without our Madison.  A few things we love about Madison:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Her endless imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Her beautiful ballerina dancing and all the other crazy dancing she does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* How she will remind us that we need to say our prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Her O.C.D. tendencies (she's way particular about keeping her room just the way she likes it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She's a good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She's very helpful around the house and always willing to help Mom in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She will play trucks and cars with Quinn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She always has to take something with her everywhere she goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* She loves to snuggle with Mom or Dad and read stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU MADISON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-8587560370988675773?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8587560370988675773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=8587560370988675773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/8587560370988675773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/8587560370988675773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-alive-shes-five.html' title='Man Alive... She&apos;s Five!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsaF_Kwk8VI/AAAAAAAAFFg/GLXK6AJozJQ/s72-c/IMG_5279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-792487321862508060</id><published>2009-10-02T15:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:22:56.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been a long time since I've blogged.  It just hasn't been a priority lately.  I've even had thoughts of just bagging it altogether, but since it's the only form of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; I'm doing, I'll try to stick with it.  So here's my attempt to quickly catch up on our latest happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hal celebrated his birthday in August.  I won't disclose his age, but to me, he doesn't look a day older than 25!  I made him one of his favorite desserts (or maybe it's really one of my favorites) a white chocolate raspberry cheesecake.  It was delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2GhvZTVI/AAAAAAAAFC4/y0Nt98sdrLY/s1600-h/IMG_5061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388123858703830354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2GhvZTVI/AAAAAAAAFC4/y0Nt98sdrLY/s400/IMG_5061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each week when Hal fires up the lawn mower, Quinn is out the door in a hurry.  He must get suited up for the job.  Bubble lawn mower, Hal's work gloves, sunglasses, and backpack.  I'm not sure why the backpack, he just likes to accessorize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2F0C1xhI/AAAAAAAAFCw/XAXs2qjteiE/s1600-h/IMG_5072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388123846437357074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2F0C1xhI/AAAAAAAAFCw/XAXs2qjteiE/s400/IMG_5072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2Ff5LK0I/AAAAAAAAFCo/Qu5i1mfcGB0/s1600-h/IMG_5076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388123841028107074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2Ff5LK0I/AAAAAAAAFCo/Qu5i1mfcGB0/s400/IMG_5076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Madison just missed the cut off date to start kindergarten this year, she's headed back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brite&lt;/span&gt; Kids Preschool for one more year.  I'm really happy about that since I'm not ready to send her out into the real world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2Exv4goI/AAAAAAAAFCg/k_mM7iHKx3w/s1600-h/IMG_5085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388123828641104514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2Exv4goI/AAAAAAAAFCg/k_mM7iHKx3w/s400/IMG_5085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn felt left out of the first day of preschool pictures, so he jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2EYH7NVI/AAAAAAAAFCY/BPw6eoEAppI/s1600-h/IMG_5127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388123821762622802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2EYH7NVI/AAAAAAAAFCY/BPw6eoEAppI/s400/IMG_5127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to squeeze in one camping trip this Summer.  We got together with a few families and headed over to Stanley Lake.  We had a great time, even if the nights were pretty chilly.  You may wonder why we are dressed in church clothes if we are camping.  We managed to attend sacrament meeting smelling like campfire smoke and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ0kM0AYkI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/ss5-SfG46bw/s1600-h/IMG_5148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388122169458844226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ0kM0AYkI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/ss5-SfG46bw/s400/IMG_5148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawtooth Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ0jn-ShMI/AAAAAAAAFCI/8iaeyzwqLXU/s1600-h/IMG_5153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388122159569863874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ0jn-ShMI/AAAAAAAAFCI/8iaeyzwqLXU/s400/IMG_5153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn fishing at a little stock pond at Red Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ0iwF8cRI/AAAAAAAAFCA/810oATaYJ5c/s1600-h/IMG_5158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388122144569585938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ0iwF8cRI/AAAAAAAAFCA/810oATaYJ5c/s400/IMG_5158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison trying to make fishing look glamorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ0iWgfr6I/AAAAAAAAFB4/OsLXM1b0LUg/s1600-h/IMG_5176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388122137701625762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ0iWgfr6I/AAAAAAAAFB4/OsLXM1b0LUg/s400/IMG_5176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison caught her first fish!  She didn't get too close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZxV4enHUI/AAAAAAAAFBw/KLbWJJo1WR8/s1600-h/IMG_5178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388118624947346754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZxV4enHUI/AAAAAAAAFBw/KLbWJJo1WR8/s400/IMG_5178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw7G_HLwI/AAAAAAAAFBo/BXFHG1R0MXg/s1600-h/IMG_5182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388118164985294594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw7G_HLwI/AAAAAAAAFBo/BXFHG1R0MXg/s400/IMG_5182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Quinn wanted to do was poke the fish's eyes.  Poor thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw6UKvmMI/AAAAAAAAFBg/Wlu0zwu71XU/s1600-h/IMG_5184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388118151343872194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw6UKvmMI/AAAAAAAAFBg/Wlu0zwu71XU/s400/IMG_5184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, was the Peach Days parade in Brigham City.  Our kids had a blast playing with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schmelter&lt;/span&gt; cousins and watching the parade.  Quinn LOVED watching all the firetrucks in the parade go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw5-Hfi3I/AAAAAAAAFBY/kqUjcmCcyyw/s1600-h/IMG_5189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388118145424657266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw5-Hfi3I/AAAAAAAAFBY/kqUjcmCcyyw/s400/IMG_5189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal and Quinn watching the parade together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw5e92IpI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/fpcbNeBwPuA/s1600-h/IMG_5206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388118137062695570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw5e92IpI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/fpcbNeBwPuA/s400/IMG_5206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw this picture in.  Quinn loves to eat pickles.  What he loves the most, is eating them with his Dad.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw43dvEII/AAAAAAAAFBI/97MmErLVed8/s1600-h/IMG_5052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388118126459031682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZw43dvEII/AAAAAAAAFBI/97MmErLVed8/s400/IMG_5052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-792487321862508060?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/792487321862508060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=792487321862508060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/792487321862508060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/792487321862508060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SsZ2GhvZTVI/AAAAAAAAFC4/y0Nt98sdrLY/s72-c/IMG_5061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-1657290047386757077</id><published>2009-08-09T20:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:37:58.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating One Decade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 years of marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 different jobs (between the two of us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 years since college graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 months from 1st date to wedding date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 times moving (including summer moves to Driggs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 loads of laundry a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 different cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 trips to the emergency room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 beautiful children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 eternal family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-H2LU3xLI/AAAAAAAAEyU/6Q3ik5AXXxg/s1600-h/Kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368158645671937202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-H2LU3xLI/AAAAAAAAEyU/6Q3ik5AXXxg/s400/Kissing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-HsLkC33I/AAAAAAAAEyM/GgJXm1jj5bQ/s1600-h/Temple+Doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368158473936887666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-HsLkC33I/AAAAAAAAEyM/GgJXm1jj5bQ/s400/Temple+Doors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-HlZ_2-2I/AAAAAAAAEyE/jgOCmmsKMDo/s1600-h/Walking+down+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368158357552560994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-HlZ_2-2I/AAAAAAAAEyE/jgOCmmsKMDo/s400/Walking+down+steps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-HfeKEJzI/AAAAAAAAEx8/9RKNjDV2F9c/s1600-h/JSB4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368158255589893938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-HfeKEJzI/AAAAAAAAEx8/9RKNjDV2F9c/s400/JSB4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-GhdlNCPI/AAAAAAAAEx0/7GUawC4KlRI/s1600-h/Wedding9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368157190283397362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-GhdlNCPI/AAAAAAAAEx0/7GUawC4KlRI/s400/Wedding9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hal, you are all that I want and more than I deserve. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-1657290047386757077?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1657290047386757077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=1657290047386757077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1657290047386757077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1657290047386757077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrating-one-decade.html' title='Celebrating One Decade!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sn-H2LU3xLI/AAAAAAAAEyU/6Q3ik5AXXxg/s72-c/Kissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-6111885633241768458</id><published>2009-07-16T23:06:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:31:55.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Rock</title><content type='html'>We hiked Table Rock here in Boise last weekend. We've lived here for 8 years and we've never done this hike! So it was time. Unfortunately, when we got out of the truck at the trail head, we realized we forgot to put the hiking backpack in the truck! So, Hal being the good sport and tough guy that he is, volunteered to carry Quinn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Quinn, Hal and Madison on our way to the top. The hike takes you to the top of that little mountain with the cross on the top. I'm not exactly sure why there's a 6 stories high cross on the top of this mountain, but there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAJYo1-60I/AAAAAAAAEww/A7tYIFjXulg/s1600-h/IMG_4908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359293875456240450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAJYo1-60I/AAAAAAAAEww/A7tYIFjXulg/s400/IMG_4908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn did walk some of the way and gave Hal a brake. Madison was a real trooper and hiked the entire way to the top! We were so proud of her and she was pretty pleased herself! I don't remember how far the hike is or how much elevation you gain.... Hal knows all the number details. I was in charge of snacks and drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAI-BxtHdI/AAAAAAAAEwo/DG74Du_aIbo/s1600-h/IMG_4913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359293418292714962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAI-BxtHdI/AAAAAAAAEwo/DG74Du_aIbo/s400/IMG_4913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of Boise as we hike towards the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAIgsX1q_I/AAAAAAAAEwg/W1Y9bz8dNeg/s1600-h/IMG_4915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359292914330872818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAIgsX1q_I/AAAAAAAAEwg/W1Y9bz8dNeg/s400/IMG_4915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!!!!! We made it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAIGrftjFI/AAAAAAAAEwY/roXnmgPx-uU/s1600-h/IMG_4922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359292467418860626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAIGrftjFI/AAAAAAAAEwY/roXnmgPx-uU/s400/IMG_4922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both kids were pretty tired after the hike up, so I ended up giving Madison a piggy-back ride part of the way back down. This was a great hike and perfect for our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAHRueevUI/AAAAAAAAEwI/u_ptr-H4XbI/s1600-h/IMG_4934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359291557685935426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAHRueevUI/AAAAAAAAEwI/u_ptr-H4XbI/s400/IMG_4934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-6111885633241768458?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6111885633241768458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=6111885633241768458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6111885633241768458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6111885633241768458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/table-rock.html' title='Table Rock'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAJYo1-60I/AAAAAAAAEww/A7tYIFjXulg/s72-c/IMG_4908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-2715835443678109896</id><published>2009-07-16T19:05:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:00:29.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars &amp; Stripes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had all the ingredients for a memorable 4th of July: good food, family, fireworks, home made ice cream, and perfect weather! We headed to Brigham City to celebrate with the Duce grandparents, Uncle Jonny, and the Schmelter Family (although we missed you Kevin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the fireworks in Logan and stopped by the zoo at Willow Park before the fireworks started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359288328585747474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAEVxJAHBI/AAAAAAAAEwA/P8yoAzTREOM/s400/IMG_4827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madison LOVES her cousin Ally and she is so sweet to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359287781332815986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAD16dvEHI/AAAAAAAAEv4/IQj6DbZTf_8/s400/IMG_4829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Schmelter cousins with Quinn and Madison. All little blondies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359287147812704466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmADRCaxUNI/AAAAAAAAEvw/UCCmEpyvHWQ/s400/IMG_4834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny and I at the fireworks. Wow, we look alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359286650001828002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAC0D7aKKI/AAAAAAAAEvo/NmL-J2YXYSU/s400/IMG_4855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal and I watching the Logan fireworks. Ohhhhh Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sl_R190KFlI/AAAAAAAAEuw/k9_UHsXRw_U/s1600-h/IMG_4881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232806650779218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sl_R190KFlI/AAAAAAAAEuw/k9_UHsXRw_U/s400/IMG_4881.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison loved the fireworks and her glow stick necklace she created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sl_RkDaYQJI/AAAAAAAAEuo/fIcK_MIPSVs/s1600-h/IMG_4882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232498915623058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sl_RkDaYQJI/AAAAAAAAEuo/fIcK_MIPSVs/s400/IMG_4882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quinn's first sparkler. I've decided two year old boys and fire don't mix so well. Although we didn't have any mishaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sl_RSQKVwgI/AAAAAAAAEug/wcgQqu-Pg_U/s1600-h/IMG_4891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232193100366338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sl_RSQKVwgI/AAAAAAAAEug/wcgQqu-Pg_U/s400/IMG_4891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sl_QZ8814QI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/IxjxYDWBeJ0/s1600-h/IMG_4907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359231225870803202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sl_QZ8814QI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/IxjxYDWBeJ0/s400/IMG_4907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-2715835443678109896?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2715835443678109896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=2715835443678109896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/2715835443678109896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/2715835443678109896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/stars-stripes.html' title='Stars &amp; Stripes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SmAEVxJAHBI/AAAAAAAAEwA/P8yoAzTREOM/s72-c/IMG_4827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-6030787769623968188</id><published>2009-07-01T13:56:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:15:11.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend our family went on a train ride! The train leaves from Horseshoe Bend (which is about an hour away from Boise) and it travels along the Payette River. The weather and scenery were beautiful! You can check out &lt;a href="http://www.thundermountainline.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thunder Mountain Line&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to see what other fun themed train rides they have. Hal and I would love to go on the murder mystery ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hal and the kids getting ready to board the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353593390192186546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvI0uZI1LI/AAAAAAAAEfE/hsfM06HITmE/s400/IMG_4719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madison was so excited for her first train ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvF-u-D-vI/AAAAAAAAEe0/ZvWQRlGqLiY/s1600-h/IMG_4724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353590263610866418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvF-u-D-vI/AAAAAAAAEe0/ZvWQRlGqLiY/s400/IMG_4724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvFj2rf6zI/AAAAAAAAEes/VZe8fT1UxfM/s1600-h/IMG_4726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353589801824021298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvFj2rf6zI/AAAAAAAAEes/VZe8fT1UxfM/s400/IMG_4726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn would have much rather skipped the photo taking! Just let the poor little boy ride his choo choo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvFNcFCaQI/AAAAAAAAEek/-xIQP6JMnl4/s1600-h/IMG_4730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353589416726259970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvFNcFCaQI/AAAAAAAAEek/-xIQP6JMnl4/s400/IMG_4730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opted to ride most of the time in the train car. Madison and Hal were suffering from allergies and the open train car made for some pretty itchy eyes and runny noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvEvUPGHcI/AAAAAAAAEec/x8uTzxApgI8/s1600-h/IMG_4745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353588899224886722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvEvUPGHcI/AAAAAAAAEec/x8uTzxApgI8/s400/IMG_4745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our train ride was called the Teddy Bear Picnic. This huge bear was one of the characters on the train that entertained the kids. Sitting with Teddy is Goldie Locks. She came over to our table and told a very animated version of the Three Little Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvEYbOcZtI/AAAAAAAAEeU/bk_fWFQKRu4/s1600-h/IMG_4776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353588505964209874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvEYbOcZtI/AAAAAAAAEeU/bk_fWFQKRu4/s400/IMG_4776.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn actually warmed up to Teddy (sorry, dark picture). Madison really liked Teddy, but it took her some time to warm up to him. Once we were ready to get off the train, she really wanted to give him a hug good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvECWfmfLI/AAAAAAAAEeM/73aaOgTNml4/s1600-h/IMG_4779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353588126736874674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvECWfmfLI/AAAAAAAAEeM/73aaOgTNml4/s400/IMG_4779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn loved looking out the window at the Payette River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvDqTGlrhI/AAAAAAAAEeE/81E74788Ivc/s1600-h/IMG_4784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353587713509797394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvDqTGlrhI/AAAAAAAAEeE/81E74788Ivc/s400/IMG_4784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour and a half on the train, we got off and had our picnic lunch. There was a little house there where they sold ice cream and other souvenirs... of course for an outrageous price! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvDUpad6zI/AAAAAAAAEd8/xhOM823QBaw/s1600-h/IMG_4791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353587341541632818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvDUpad6zI/AAAAAAAAEd8/xhOM823QBaw/s400/IMG_4791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on the open train car. I know I'm biased, but we think our kids are pretty darn adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvC_Crpo0I/AAAAAAAAEd0/2rJrYq-LG4Y/s1600-h/IMG_4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353586970367468354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvC_Crpo0I/AAAAAAAAEd0/2rJrYq-LG4Y/s400/IMG_4803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison made a very good friend on the ride. Mother Goose and her Goose... can't remember if the goose had a name or not! Mother Goose got to know Madison very well because Madison would hardly leave her side. They sat and talked and talked and talked. It was so cute! Madison asked if she would be able to come to her birthday party in September! Then Mother Goose informed me that they do princess parties as well... I hope Madison didn't hear that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvCojTyZuI/AAAAAAAAEds/uH3kk97_nWM/s1600-h/IMG_4811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353586583988758242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvCojTyZuI/AAAAAAAAEds/uH3kk97_nWM/s400/IMG_4811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw tons of rafters and kayaks on the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvCWNL3COI/AAAAAAAAEdk/ZtgzulA71I0/s1600-h/IMG_4816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353586268812282082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvCWNL3COI/AAAAAAAAEdk/ZtgzulA71I0/s400/IMG_4816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn had worn out himself having fun that he crashed in Hal's arms on the ride back. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvBvnTHKNI/AAAAAAAAEdc/EO5YvOG4GRs/s1600-h/IMG_4822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353585605807122642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvBvnTHKNI/AAAAAAAAEdc/EO5YvOG4GRs/s400/IMG_4822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love summer time and spending time together as a family. We hope we are creating some fun memories for our children to remember. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... I think I'm finally caught up with our blog worthy events!&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/8408325568820496204-6030787769623968188?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6030787769623968188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=6030787769623968188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6030787769623968188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6030787769623968188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-aborad.html' title='All Aboard!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkvI0uZI1LI/AAAAAAAAEfE/hsfM06HITmE/s72-c/IMG_4719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-7464989469634890696</id><published>2009-06-29T21:54:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:15:04.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Pollywog</title><content type='html'>Madison has been busy with swimming lessons.  She's made so much progress this year.  She's like a little fish swimming in the water.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmPM9LuV1I/AAAAAAAAEdU/vctKCp1VBTU/s1600-h/IMG_4664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352967084851484498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmPM9LuV1I/AAAAAAAAEdU/vctKCp1VBTU/s400/IMG_4664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmO1U7QuBI/AAAAAAAAEdM/81FwJBNxayc/s1600-h/IMG_4700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352966678908024850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmO1U7QuBI/AAAAAAAAEdM/81FwJBNxayc/s400/IMG_4700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, Quinn is still mowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmOYIXhPII/AAAAAAAAEdE/tKGxFRu8ujQ/s1600-h/IMG_4713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352966177320680578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmOYIXhPII/AAAAAAAAEdE/tKGxFRu8ujQ/s400/IMG_4713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmNV5A2PaI/AAAAAAAAEc0/2xLX2bGDKnU/s1600-h/IMG_4709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352965039327690146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmNV5A2PaI/AAAAAAAAEc0/2xLX2bGDKnU/s400/IMG_4709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-7464989469634890696?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7464989469634890696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=7464989469634890696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/7464989469634890696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/7464989469634890696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-little-pollywog.html' title='Our Little Pollywog'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmPM9LuV1I/AAAAAAAAEdU/vctKCp1VBTU/s72-c/IMG_4664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-160239972667322166</id><published>2009-06-29T21:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:53:15.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Tamarack</title><content type='html'>We packed up our stuff and headed to Tamarack to spend Father's Day weekend in the mountains!  The weather wasn't exactly perfect, but we still had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A view of the ski hill.  It was really overcast, so not a great pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmJhAkXOTI/AAAAAAAAEcs/c9KGDRUccnk/s1600-h/IMG_4593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352960832287750450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmJhAkXOTI/AAAAAAAAEcs/c9KGDRUccnk/s400/IMG_4593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also visited the cute little town of McCall.  We stopped at the lake to let the kids play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmJAPzAFKI/AAAAAAAAEck/wIKy200zhnk/s1600-h/IMG_4611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352960269439997090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmJAPzAFKI/AAAAAAAAEck/wIKy200zhnk/s400/IMG_4611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmIqPIkBtI/AAAAAAAAEcc/bAc0j93moHo/s1600-h/IMG_4617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352959891304875730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmIqPIkBtI/AAAAAAAAEcc/bAc0j93moHo/s400/IMG_4617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn found EVERY stick and rock on the beach, and threw them in the water.  Give that boy a pile of sticks or rocks and he can entertain himself for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmIYo0jR2I/AAAAAAAAEcU/yq40WX-62y4/s1600-h/IMG_4629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352959588962617186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmIYo0jR2I/AAAAAAAAEcU/yq40WX-62y4/s400/IMG_4629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmH2TC6HAI/AAAAAAAAEcM/k6GfJwfuEMY/s1600-h/IMG_4630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352958999001701378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmH2TC6HAI/AAAAAAAAEcM/k6GfJwfuEMY/s400/IMG_4630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids love breakfast for lunch/dinner.  So we ate breakfast for lunch at the Pancake House in McCall.  I ordered an omelet and chose a pancake as my side item.  When our waitress brought out my side of pancake, we thought for sure she had made a mistake.  Nope.... my side of pancake was gigantic!!  We all nibbled on it, but never finished it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmHZt8XomI/AAAAAAAAEcE/fEd7wz9uNXM/s1600-h/IMG_4644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352958508005827170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmHZt8XomI/AAAAAAAAEcE/fEd7wz9uNXM/s400/IMG_4644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also fished and biked, but were too busy to take pictures.  Maybe next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-160239972667322166?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/160239972667322166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=160239972667322166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/160239972667322166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/160239972667322166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-tamarack.html' title='Trip to Tamarack'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkmJhAkXOTI/AAAAAAAAEcs/c9KGDRUccnk/s72-c/IMG_4593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-6344879724326637769</id><published>2009-06-29T13:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:06:23.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally had a minute to download 250 pictures from off our camera!  There will be more posts to come.  Here are a few pictures that I thought were pretty cute.  The kids were outside playing one day and Hal captured some funny moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quinn loves playing with his trucks.  Here he has them all lined up, ready to roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Skkc7dPW1QI/AAAAAAAAEb4/n45_U3dl7H8/s1600-h/IMG_4545edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352841439893443842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Skkc7dPW1QI/AAAAAAAAEb4/n45_U3dl7H8/s400/IMG_4545edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkkcjBTo78I/AAAAAAAAEbw/WVjR-Fv_snM/s1600-h/IMG_4558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352841020078354370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkkcjBTo78I/AAAAAAAAEbw/WVjR-Fv_snM/s400/IMG_4558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madison LOVES to pose for the camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkkcImtQswI/AAAAAAAAEbo/ohLtaSi_LqA/s1600-h/IMG_4562edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352840566261461762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkkcImtQswI/AAAAAAAAEbo/ohLtaSi_LqA/s400/IMG_4562edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's Quinn's impersonation of Madison's pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkkbvN-7L9I/AAAAAAAAEbg/JPiShHx477Q/s1600-h/IMG_4575edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352840130127933394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkkbvN-7L9I/AAAAAAAAEbg/JPiShHx477Q/s400/IMG_4575edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A dramatic reading of Barbie Fairytopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkkbOYFhLfI/AAAAAAAAEbY/qRuqj4QLJQ4/s1600-h/IMG_4585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352839565904260594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SkkbOYFhLfI/AAAAAAAAEbY/qRuqj4QLJQ4/s400/IMG_4585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quinn thought he was pretty funny when he got into the closet and pulled out the blankets for a hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Skka4nzKqjI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/odycGYw4PRc/s1600-h/IMG_4588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352839192165132850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Skka4nzKqjI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/odycGYw4PRc/s400/IMG_4588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORE TO COME.....&lt;/span&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/8408325568820496204-6344879724326637769?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6344879724326637769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=6344879724326637769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6344879724326637769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6344879724326637769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Skkc7dPW1QI/AAAAAAAAEb4/n45_U3dl7H8/s72-c/IMG_4545edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-5212790054940173893</id><published>2009-06-11T16:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:17:56.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Converted</title><content type='html'>To using coupons, that is!  Recently I've taken up the challenge to try and decrease our grocery (or more like Costco) bill each month.  So far, I've hit some really good deals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff I got at Rite Aid.  I don't think I've ever even shopped at Rite Aid before!  It was the best shopping experience ever... no crowds of people, no long check out lines, friendly employees, and great deals!  Here's how this deal worked out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$17.74 total out of pocket after using $13.25 in coupons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEN... I filed a very easy online rebate for some of these items.  My rebate total was $18.48.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I MADE money on this transaction: 74 cents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SjGJaGD_OxI/AAAAAAAADzc/qnh4EVHHv0A/s1600-h/IMG_4544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346205314062433042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SjGJaGD_OxI/AAAAAAAADzc/qnh4EVHHv0A/s400/IMG_4544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff I got at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Albertsons&lt;/span&gt;.  I did it in 2 transactions.  The first transaction I paid $19.12 for 16 items.  I used $10.55 in coupons and I received a $10 coupon to use on my next shopping trip.  Which I used on the purchase of my next set of 12 items.  Second total came to $9.96 after using my $10 coupon and other manufacture coupons.  Plus I earned another $10 coupon for my next shopping trip.  And the store manager gave me a $5 coupon because the register wasn't printing out my $10 coupon and I had to wait a few extra minutes while they fixed it all.  So my grand total out of pocket was $29.08, but take away the second $10 coupon and the extra $5 coupon they gave me and my total out of pocket was $14.08!  That's an average of 50 cents per item!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SjGJEZRbGDI/AAAAAAAADzU/e6hJwsLirgg/s1600-h/IMG_4543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346204941261936690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SjGJEZRbGDI/AAAAAAAADzU/e6hJwsLirgg/s400/IMG_4543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shopping these kinds of deals does take time, effort, and planning.  But it's all worth it in the end and it's fun too!  So what kind of deals have you scored??? &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/8408325568820496204-5212790054940173893?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5212790054940173893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=5212790054940173893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5212790054940173893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5212790054940173893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-converted.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Converted'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SjGJaGD_OxI/AAAAAAAADzc/qnh4EVHHv0A/s72-c/IMG_4544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-3870638832885635380</id><published>2009-06-11T16:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:42:52.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father &amp; Son Campout</title><content type='html'>Hal and Quinn went on their first official father and son &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;campout&lt;/span&gt; last weekend.  Hal was so excited to take Quinn.  It's something he's been looking forward to since Quinn was born!  They had a fun time and nobody got injured or lost (which is what I always worry about!).  They took all their gear to spend the night, but ended up coming home because it started to rain.  Seems like it always rains during the father and son &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;campout&lt;/span&gt;!  None the less, they had a great time!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SjGGYM_BjdI/AAAAAAAADzM/wgA6myc10h4/s1600-h/IMG_4533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346201983026040274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SjGGYM_BjdI/AAAAAAAADzM/wgA6myc10h4/s400/IMG_4533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn was more interested in eating his grapes than smiling for the camera.&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/8408325568820496204-3870638832885635380?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3870638832885635380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=3870638832885635380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3870638832885635380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3870638832885635380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/father-son-campout.html' title='Father &amp; Son Campout'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SjGGYM_BjdI/AAAAAAAADzM/wgA6myc10h4/s72-c/IMG_4533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-6000615626697108127</id><published>2009-06-02T16:02:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:34:32.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another year of dance has come to an end! Madison had a lot of fun taking ballet and tap lessons. Dancing seems to be her thing! The recital was absolutely adorable. She made a beautiful little dancer! There are PLENTY of pictures to follow. Too many cute ones to decide which to post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWl7m9vq7I/AAAAAAAADy4/se4lInV_tzo/s1600-h/IMG_4521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342858976435350450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWl7m9vq7I/AAAAAAAADy4/se4lInV_tzo/s400/IMG_4521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWlq5voPBI/AAAAAAAADyw/nLwJWU8UusI/s1600-h/IMG_4479edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342858689418640402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWlq5voPBI/AAAAAAAADyw/nLwJWU8UusI/s400/IMG_4479edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty good form if you ask me. (I know nothing about ballet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWlWF8KT7I/AAAAAAAADyo/M16vQV9-bQk/s1600-h/IMG_4480edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342858331915177906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWlWF8KT7I/AAAAAAAADyo/M16vQV9-bQk/s400/IMG_4480edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWlD288e1I/AAAAAAAADyg/Tsrqy5w89hY/s1600-h/IMG_4481edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342858018654288722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWlD288e1I/AAAAAAAADyg/Tsrqy5w89hY/s400/IMG_4481edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWkxLLla5I/AAAAAAAADyY/BFnKdLMBn0w/s1600-h/IMG_4482edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342857697666886546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWkxLLla5I/AAAAAAAADyY/BFnKdLMBn0w/s400/IMG_4482edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWkgEoAdpI/AAAAAAAADyQ/WGLEXSLjJsg/s1600-h/IMG_4485edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342857403849275026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWkgEoAdpI/AAAAAAAADyQ/WGLEXSLjJsg/s400/IMG_4485edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWkDQ6sA9I/AAAAAAAADyI/bnLyzkM4K4w/s1600-h/IMG_4487edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342856908932645842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWkDQ6sA9I/AAAAAAAADyI/bnLyzkM4K4w/s400/IMG_4487edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWjas1U0OI/AAAAAAAADx4/LKrNJxxRI4s/s1600-h/IMG_4494edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342856212051710178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWjas1U0OI/AAAAAAAADx4/LKrNJxxRI4s/s400/IMG_4494edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWixgDkChI/AAAAAAAADxw/uQZchoWqqc4/s1600-h/IMG_4495edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342855504247130642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWixgDkChI/AAAAAAAADxw/uQZchoWqqc4/s400/IMG_4495edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWiaon2GoI/AAAAAAAADxo/3t4ExTjI5LI/s1600-h/IMG_4504edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342855111409801858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWiaon2GoI/AAAAAAAADxo/3t4ExTjI5LI/s400/IMG_4504edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342854699974618338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWiCr6DbOI/AAAAAAAADxg/8FgjRD4GVng/s400/IMG_4510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWh3_rNyZI/AAAAAAAADxY/CE4hGA4dzwE/s1600-h/IMG_4515edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342854516302530962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWh3_rNyZI/AAAAAAAADxY/CE4hGA4dzwE/s400/IMG_4515edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the end of the recital all the dancers came back on stage for one last applause.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342861056762833058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWn0syd6KI/AAAAAAAADzA/EV7ZFQrtdUo/s400/IMG_4519edited.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/8408325568820496204-6000615626697108127?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6000615626697108127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=6000615626697108127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6000615626697108127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6000615626697108127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-time.html' title='Dance Time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWl7m9vq7I/AAAAAAAADy4/se4lInV_tzo/s72-c/IMG_4521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-2659773722475118811</id><published>2009-06-02T15:53:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:02:29.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Preschool.... Hello Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madison finished up her first year of preschool at the end of May. Her class had a family picnic at the park to celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWgkdMMMLI/AAAAAAAADxQ/DsL7v6f468s/s1600-h/IMG_4408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342853081116455090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWgkdMMMLI/AAAAAAAADxQ/DsL7v6f468s/s400/IMG_4408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWgD-WoK9I/AAAAAAAADxI/263_FfKkIuU/s1600-h/IMG_4465edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342852523082918866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWgD-WoK9I/AAAAAAAADxI/263_FfKkIuU/s400/IMG_4465edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We will miss Teacher Summers, but look forward to seeing her next Fall. Madison won't start kingergarten this year because her birthay is later in September. I'm really happy I've got one more year of her at home before I have to send her out into the real world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWfxttuGHI/AAAAAAAADxA/Ph4ih3LCkNA/s1600-h/IMG_4471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342852209378728050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWfxttuGHI/AAAAAAAADxA/Ph4ih3LCkNA/s400/IMG_4471.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/8408325568820496204-2659773722475118811?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2659773722475118811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=2659773722475118811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/2659773722475118811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/2659773722475118811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-preschool-hello-summer.html' title='Goodbye Preschool.... Hello Summer!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SiWgkdMMMLI/AAAAAAAADxQ/DsL7v6f468s/s72-c/IMG_4408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-3721010301408325682</id><published>2009-05-12T17:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:32:30.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Their Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SgoFovQVXDI/AAAAAAAADwY/NM0wAbJ8N9M/s1600-h/IMG_4405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335082906011655218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SgoFovQVXDI/AAAAAAAADwY/NM0wAbJ8N9M/s400/IMG_4405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madison was putting her dolls/stuffed animals on her bed the other day. She found Raggedy Ann and placed her on her bed. Then looking around her room she said, "Now where is her boyfriend?" She was referring to Andy.... the boyfriend! I about died laughing! I have NO idea where she picked up the term boyfriend. And all this time I thought Raggedy Ann and Andy were brother and sister. Silly me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-3721010301408325682?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3721010301408325682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=3721010301408325682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3721010301408325682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3721010301408325682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/05/defining-their-relationship.html' title='Defining Their Relationship'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SgoFovQVXDI/AAAAAAAADwY/NM0wAbJ8N9M/s72-c/IMG_4405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-1948565539787813268</id><published>2009-05-11T22:01:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:05:00.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogurt 101</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I went to a food storage class that was all about dairy products and how to use and prepare dairy products from non-fat dry milk powder. One thing I decided to implement from the class was how to make my own yogurt. Since my kids think yogurt is one of the major food groups and we eat it almost EVERY day, I figured making my own might be a brilliant idea! So, here's a mini lesson on how to make your own yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, put 2 Cups of 130 degree water into a blender. As a side note, I had to turn my water heater up to get water out of my tap this hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334785662708818578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj3S5qbIpI/AAAAAAAADwI/FxyQQExBGDQ/s400/IMG_4345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add 1 1/2 Cups of non-instant milk powder to the water in a blender. Add powdered milk slowly until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Non-instant milk powder is the stuff you buy at the cannery, through the church. Or you can use 3 cups of instant milk powder, which is like Carnation that you buy at the store. Instant milk makes a sweeter yogurt, but it's more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334785392555780418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj3DLQ66UI/AAAAAAAADwA/DfqP9D4h3lw/s400/IMG_4347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334785096768241634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj2x9XrP-I/AAAAAAAADv4/zd1-8XWa_4Y/s400/IMG_4349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add 1/2 Cup plain non-fat yogurt. Blend until smooth. &lt;div&gt;*Use only pure cultured plain yogurt as a start. It CANNOT contain gelatin, pectin or any other thickener. I found my plain yogurt at Fred Meyer in the organic section. All the other yogurt I looked at had pectin or some other thickener in the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334785907283503218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj3hIxkqHI/AAAAAAAADwQ/Un2fLgseYOo/s400/IMG_4344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Immediately pour yogurt into mason jars. Screw lids on tight and place in ice chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj2h-CDBWI/AAAAAAAADvw/XZioj3rhNck/s1600-h/IMG_4350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334784822068053346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj2h-CDBWI/AAAAAAAADvw/XZioj3rhNck/s400/IMG_4350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover above level of milk with hot water (150 degrees). Close lid and let set for 4-8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj2PozGXmI/AAAAAAAADvo/Fo1nrklUysc/s1600-h/IMG_4351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334784507130568290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj2PozGXmI/AAAAAAAADvo/Fo1nrklUysc/s400/IMG_4351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then check to see if yogurt is set. If you turn the jars upside down and the yogurt is runny, then it's not set. So if it doesn't set, drain the water out of the cooler, refill with 150 degree water and let set for another 30 minutes. The yogurt is set when you turn the jars over and the yogurt does not fall from the bottom of the jar. When I made my yogurt, it was not set after the 8 hours. So I refilled the cooler with the hot water and after 30 minutes it was set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dump your yogurt from your jars into a bowl. Let it refrigerate overnight before eating or sweetening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj1-HqthXI/AAAAAAAADvg/XkUIMeNI0JI/s1600-h/IMG_4353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334784206179239282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj1-HqthXI/AAAAAAAADvg/XkUIMeNI0JI/s400/IMG_4353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to sweeten mine since I knew my kids weren't going to like plain, unsweetened yogurt. To sweeten the yogurt add 1/2 t salt, 3/4 cup powdered sugar, and 2 Tablespoons of Whippit powder to 1 quart of yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what the Whippit powder looks like. This stuff is so awesome!! It's like whip cream, but not as bad for you! All you do is add water to it and whip it up. And it stays thick in the frig and doesn't get all watery like real whip cream does. I don't know where you can buy it, unless you live in Boise. :) I recently used it on our strawberry topped angel food cake and it was delicious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783940745677170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj1uq2ayXI/AAAAAAAADvY/RYVtuC7Vx-0/s400/IMG_4354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after you sweeten the yogurt you need to put it back in the frig over night again. After it sits in the frig, you can eat it or you can flavor it if you want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to flavor mine and made it strawberry. I did this by adding 1/2 teaspoon strawberry jello dissolved in 1 1/2 teaspoon boiling water. Add this to 1 cup sweetened yogurt. There are other flavors you can make and other ingredients (like Crystal Light) you can use to flavor the yogurt. After it's been flavored it has to sit in the frig again for another 8 hours! Yes, making yogurt is NOT a short process! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I didn't snap a picture of my yogurt after it had been sweetened and flavored, but it looked and smelled like store bought yogurt. So the true taste test.... will the kids eat it???? Well, I dished them up a bowl and they did eat a few bites. That's right, a few. Then they politely said, "No thank you." I ate some and I didn't think it was too bad. I'll admit, it's not quite like eating a Yoplait white chocolate strawberry yogurt. But what do you expect when making yogurt from your food storage... right? I knew my kids would eat this yogurt, but I had to disguise it! So I put it into a fruit smoothie and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY..... and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj1VfGfkfI/AAAAAAAADvQ/bqji4xjiISs/s1600-h/IMG_4358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783508095144434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj1VfGfkfI/AAAAAAAADvQ/bqji4xjiISs/s400/IMG_4358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj1D9VNQSI/AAAAAAAADvI/BHB9n3h-vLg/s1600-h/IMG_4361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783206972277026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj1D9VNQSI/AAAAAAAADvI/BHB9n3h-vLg/s400/IMG_4361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can say I've made my own yogurt! Will I do it again??? Maybe......&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/8408325568820496204-1948565539787813268?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1948565539787813268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=1948565539787813268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1948565539787813268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1948565539787813268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/05/yogurt-101.html' title='Yogurt 101'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sgj3S5qbIpI/AAAAAAAADwI/FxyQQExBGDQ/s72-c/IMG_4345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-4164042063637003343</id><published>2009-04-25T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:38:45.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>On April 19th, I reached a pretty big milestone in my life.... I turned 30!!  I'm kind of glad I'm finally 30.  The past few years I've had such a hard time remembering my age.  30 is much easier to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom gave me these beautiful flowers for my birthday.  Gerber daisies are my favorite flower, so bright and colorful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPRGzwM6UI/AAAAAAAADuU/7BiKoA3IuDQ/s1600-h/IMG_4273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328832699011230018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPRGzwM6UI/AAAAAAAADuU/7BiKoA3IuDQ/s400/IMG_4273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look pretty official with my new apron, spatula, and pastry mat.  I love making pies, but don't love the pie crust sticking to the counter! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPQt8IfTxI/AAAAAAAADuM/9hPm-xLKHJ0/s1600-h/IMG_4313edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328832271763853074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPQt8IfTxI/AAAAAAAADuM/9hPm-xLKHJ0/s400/IMG_4313edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that my Mom is the best!  Birthdays were always a big celebration in my family when we were growing up.  We had amazing themed parties, food, cakes, decorations... the whole nine yards!  I always felt so loved and special on my birthday.  This year we happened to be in Utah for my birthday, and my Mom did not disappoint when it came time for celebrating.  I requested strawberry shortcake for my birthday cake and this is what she whipped up.  Beautiful and delicious!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPPfpBRVoI/AAAAAAAADuE/nXGLibB8O20/s1600-h/IMG_4293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328830926603507330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPPfpBRVoI/AAAAAAAADuE/nXGLibB8O20/s400/IMG_4293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used every breath I had to blow out my candles.  There weren't even 30 on there!  Madison helped me out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPPEVgS91I/AAAAAAAADt8/_jTcSbUPv5c/s1600-h/IMG_4287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328830457508460370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPPEVgS91I/AAAAAAAADt8/_jTcSbUPv5c/s400/IMG_4287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal and I ended the night by going to Salt Lake and seeing Wicked.  It was AMAZING!  Last summer I found out it was coming to Salt Lake and I decided that I would do everything possible to go.  Tickets went on sale back in December and I called the minute they went on sale.  It took me over 2 1/2 hours of constant calling before I finally got in (I was even calling from my cell phone while getting my hair cut.  I was determined to get my hands on tickets!).  But it was all well worth it!  I'm so glad we got to go.  Thanks Mom and Dad for watching the kids while we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPN9V4L1hI/AAAAAAAADt0/ww5Vv5b4r3s/s1600-h/IMG_4330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328829237837944338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPN9V4L1hI/AAAAAAAADt0/ww5Vv5b4r3s/s400/IMG_4330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks everyone for making my birthday so special and memorable!&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/8408325568820496204-4164042063637003343?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4164042063637003343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=4164042063637003343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4164042063637003343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4164042063637003343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SfPRGzwM6UI/AAAAAAAADuU/7BiKoA3IuDQ/s72-c/IMG_4273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-4314604498899768278</id><published>2009-04-21T22:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:25:21.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quinn got the perfect birthday gift from Grandma Duce this year...his very own bubble lawn mower!  A few weeks ago, Quinn got his chance to mow the lawn with his Dad.  And he LOVED it!  He mowed and mowed and mowed....... (good thing his mower doesn't take gas!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6luWL5c2I/AAAAAAAADtU/Jle5CACCrdI/s1600-h/IMG_4138edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327377624873923426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6luWL5c2I/AAAAAAAADtU/Jle5CACCrdI/s400/IMG_4138edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hal is quite the lawn man himself!  He's the first one in the neighborhood each spring to fire up the lawn mower and officially kick off lawn mowing season!  Though I can't complain, our lawn always looks nice and it's all to Hal's credit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6lSGJuARI/AAAAAAAADtM/wKD71jyozKk/s1600-h/IMG_4169edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327377139533480210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6lSGJuARI/AAAAAAAADtM/wKD71jyozKk/s400/IMG_4169edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think Hal was some kind of master lawn gardner in a previous life.  He just knows what he's doing!  The fact that Quinn naturally took up a love for lawn mowing proves that he is indeed 50% made from Hal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6k3TyO_-I/AAAAAAAADtE/Y43M7vzM2eM/s1600-h/IMG_4159edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327376679336607714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6k3TyO_-I/AAAAAAAADtE/Y43M7vzM2eM/s400/IMG_4159edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many miles this baby is going to chalk up this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6kgTBKOCI/AAAAAAAADs8/6f-X_keVGHI/s1600-h/IMG_4135edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327376283993782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6kgTBKOCI/AAAAAAAADs8/6f-X_keVGHI/s400/IMG_4135edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8408325568820496204-4314604498899768278?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4314604498899768278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=4314604498899768278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4314604498899768278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4314604498899768278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father, Like Son'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Se6luWL5c2I/AAAAAAAADtU/Jle5CACCrdI/s72-c/IMG_4138edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-6429346952950619305</id><published>2009-04-13T21:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:57:56.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter time is probably one of my favorite times of the year.  I love the coat-free weather, the blossoming trees, hearing the birds chirp, April showers, seeing the kites fly in the sky, and opening up the windows of my house.  Just a few of my many favorites! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Hal and I decided to change up our Easter traditions.  We both felt the need and desire to have our family's focus be more on the true meaning of Easter.  Saturday would be spent doing fun Easter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; and Sunday would be spent focusing on the true Easter message.  So The Easter Bunny made its visit to our house on Saturday.  Madison and Quinn were excited to wake up that morning and find a few small things in their baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQMBF1H-8I/AAAAAAAADsw/-A7zSDGAuBk/s1600-h/IMG_3925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324393872343169986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQMBF1H-8I/AAAAAAAADsw/-A7zSDGAuBk/s400/IMG_3925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so surprised to see Quinn run toward the Easter Bunny with outstretched arms and give him (I think it was a him???) a big hug!  This past Christmas he was scared to death of Santa....so go figure.  Madison clung tightly to my leg as the Easter Bunny made his rounds.  She, on the other hand, has never been a fan of the Easter Bunny.  And honestly, I don't blame her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQLviHHJkI/AAAAAAAADso/tpgnicHvXJs/s1600-h/IMG_3934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324393570697160258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQLviHHJkI/AAAAAAAADso/tpgnicHvXJs/s400/IMG_3934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit up not one....but two Easter egg hunts on Saturday.  Both were close by our house, so we figured why not.  Madison's quick set of wheels paid off when it came time to finding the eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQLb07x2CI/AAAAAAAADsg/mGkvDgZVoMs/s1600-h/IMG_4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324393232152516642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQLb07x2CI/AAAAAAAADsg/mGkvDgZVoMs/s400/IMG_4003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn had his own egg hunting strategy too.  It was find one egg, open it up, eat the candy, then find another egg and repeat the process.  None the less, he still scored some eggs and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQLILjFp-I/AAAAAAAADsY/RDkEcR8hTwM/s1600-h/IMG_4011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392894625589218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQLILjFp-I/AAAAAAAADsY/RDkEcR8hTwM/s400/IMG_4011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQKukOrYzI/AAAAAAAADsQ/RnuCdBkPKAk/s1600-h/IMG_4028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324392454574269234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQKukOrYzI/AAAAAAAADsQ/RnuCdBkPKAk/s400/IMG_4028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have Easter and not color eggs, so that we did!  I like to think the egg coloring kit I bought was a dud because our eggs just didn't seem to turn out all that great.  But then again, I'm no Martha Stewart!  I was just happy to not have a bowl of dye end up on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQKMpAJoFI/AAAAAAAADsI/H5RG8CqMA9U/s1600-h/IMG_4092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391871739961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQKMpAJoFI/AAAAAAAADsI/H5RG8CqMA9U/s400/IMG_4092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a spoon to hold the egg when you've got two useful hands?  Quinn's hand was green the rest of the day, but it was all in the name of good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQJ5oGd_NI/AAAAAAAADsA/wvcAgbKoF_A/s1600-h/IMG_4098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391545080511698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQJ5oGd_NI/AAAAAAAADsA/wvcAgbKoF_A/s400/IMG_4098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto Easter Sunday.  Our plan was to focus our day on the resurrection of our Savior.  We had a little lesson together about the resurrection.  We used many pictures from the gospel art kit as we taught about the life of the Savior, his atoning sacrifice, and glorious resurrection.  There was no Easter candy, no talk of the Easter Bunny or Easter eggs.  We felt the spirit in our home and felt the love of our Savior.  It was a beautiful Easter Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the bright new colors that come along with spring time.  Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duce&lt;/span&gt; gave Madison this adorable dress.  It fits her little personality so well.  Quinn looked so handsome in his little sweater vest and matching argyle socks.  Can I just say that I'm so happy I have a little boy!  I get all excited when I get to buy little boy's argyle socks!  Too bad you can't see them in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQJh0gdz3I/AAAAAAAADr4/MSBCkUBE36E/s1600-h/IMG_4178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324391136093917042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQJh0gdz3I/AAAAAAAADr4/MSBCkUBE36E/s400/IMG_4178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQJINZ6iKI/AAAAAAAADrw/u7stBN8sAdM/s1600-h/IMG_4199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324390696100726946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQJINZ6iKI/AAAAAAAADrw/u7stBN8sAdM/s400/IMG_4199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-6429346952950619305?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6429346952950619305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=6429346952950619305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6429346952950619305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6429346952950619305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-easter.html' title='Our Easter'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SeQMBF1H-8I/AAAAAAAADsw/-A7zSDGAuBk/s72-c/IMG_3925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-5291912024977050310</id><published>2009-04-04T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:32:47.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinn Had a Birthday Shout Hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On March 29th, Quinn celebrated his 2nd birthday! We can't believe he's already two. Where has the time gone? Quinn is our sweet little boy, who can sometimes get into trouble (proof in a few of the photos below)! He has brought so much happiness and laughter into our home. Our family wouldn't be complete without him. We love you Quinn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few things about Quinn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He has the sweetest smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Give him a ball and he's happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He's very lovable and often gives us hugs and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He knows his ABC's, colors and even a few sight words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He LOVES cars, trucks and trains - can play with them for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* His eye lashes are to die for long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He loves to go to Cabella's with his Dad and look at the animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He hides behind the couch when he hears the garage door open and then runs out yelling "surprise" when we come in the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*He loves veggies and salad - as long as it has ranch on it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He loves to go down the slide at the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He's a Mama's boy (I love it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* When he sings "I am a Child of God" it melts my hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* He loves to say the prayer at dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a birthday party for him in Utah while visiting family. It was fun to have Grandma and Grandpa Duce, Jon, and the Schmelter family there with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now for the picture overload...sorry, but there were so many cute ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321064845664751282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg4SPCqjrI/AAAAAAAADrI/CtvQkeRjhyw/s400/IMG_3856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quinn made quite the haul of gifts! I decided to have a Thomas the Train party for him since he can't get enough of his "choo choo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321065525037435394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg45x5vCgI/AAAAAAAADrQ/3A6mp_1x1bY/s400/IMG_9092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He scored lots of "Cars" cars from his cousins. He was so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321066187594917218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg5gWHv5WI/AAAAAAAADrY/VCdbbbScdsg/s400/IMG_9097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found a Thomas the Train lunch box and I couldn't resist getting it for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321064230896642354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg3uc2hqTI/AAAAAAAADrA/Xn8H5Bz7ttA/s400/IMG_3864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a cute picture of my baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321063818128524690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg3WbK8BZI/AAAAAAAADq4/SXPHLBUOWpw/s400/IMG_3873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He played with his new cars and trucks all night long! He plays with them all the time, it's fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321067338789336754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg6jWp4trI/AAAAAAAADro/RLo54cKYQfI/s400/IMG_3840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to a lot of help from my Mom, we made this Thomas cupcake track. We saw the idea at Walmart and my Mom thought we could make it ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321066728234837314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg5_0KWZUI/AAAAAAAADrg/bamtX2HsFvg/s400/IMG_9079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I thought our Thomas cupcakes turned out so cute. Even cuter than the picture at Walmart! And we didn't pay $25 for it either!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321063093317662242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg2sPCj9iI/AAAAAAAADqw/o1Qnsx3js6s/s400/IMG_3894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We thought Quinn might pass out from trying to blow out his two candles. He blew and blew and blew! Finally, his cousins helped him out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321062428801269538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg2FjhgfyI/AAAAAAAADqo/llIbL5fnpqo/s400/IMG_3901.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here's the proof...he can't resist a little mischievous behavior! This one he did just today. While I was getting dinner on the table he managed to dump out my entire (and it was new!) container of loose face powder. And what about the look on his face??? I don't think he felt too bad about it either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321061832104954802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg1i0qBS7I/AAAAAAAADqg/rxNuRBvBNTY/s400/IMG_3812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This time he got into my hair paste. Now you might be thinking that this kid is never supervised, but that's not the case. These little mishaps happen in a matter of seconds. It doesn't take him long at all to find something fun he can get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321061316157343362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg1EymhhoI/AAAAAAAADqY/jjWXXSip3-w/s400/IMG_3819.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Like I said earlier, Quinn sure makes us laugh a lot. I just love this picture. Can he get any cuter???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-5291912024977050310?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5291912024977050310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=5291912024977050310' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5291912024977050310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5291912024977050310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/04/quinn-had-birthday-shout-hooray.html' title='Quinn Had a Birthday Shout Hooray!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sdg4SPCqjrI/AAAAAAAADrI/CtvQkeRjhyw/s72-c/IMG_3856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-1185612017754900605</id><published>2009-03-22T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:13:39.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult News</title><content type='html'>This post is a bit personal, but I want to express our thanks for the many prayers and kind acts of service offered on our behalf the past few days. Last Thursday I went to the doctor for a routine ultra sound and check up on the baby. The doctor was not able to find a heart beat during the ultra sound, we had lost our baby. We were devastated as just a week and a half ago we had been in for an ultra sound and confirmed that things were going well. Something happened during that time and we don't know exactly what. On Friday I went to the hospital and had a D&amp;amp;C done. I'm recovering well.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things we know that are bringing peace and comfort to us at this difficult time.  We know that our Heavenly Father loves our family.  He has blessed us with two beautiful children that we now hug a little tighter each day.  We know that our Savior experienced the pain and sorrow that we feel at time time.  We know The Comforter is real and can bring peace during times of disappointment and heart ache.  Heavenly Father had a plan for the spirit we lost.  We believe it was spared the trials of coming to earth at this time.  We believe we'll one day have the opportunity to raise the two spirits we have lost.  We are so grateful for the plan of salvation and that our family can be together forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-1185612017754900605?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1185612017754900605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=1185612017754900605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1185612017754900605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1185612017754900605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/difficult-news.html' title='Difficult News'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-4901879431578227707</id><published>2009-03-16T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:59:54.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you figure out what we are trying to say?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sb71vkdY40I/AAAAAAAADqM/ETYo-W3vVJc/s1600-h/ovbunen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313954807933363010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sb71vkdY40I/AAAAAAAADqM/ETYo-W3vVJc/s400/ovbunen.bmp" 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/8408325568820496204-4901879431578227707?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4901879431578227707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=4901879431578227707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4901879431578227707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4901879431578227707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hidden-message.html' title='Hidden Message'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/Sb71vkdY40I/AAAAAAAADqM/ETYo-W3vVJc/s72-c/ovbunen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-1714381806683403226</id><published>2009-03-08T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:50:35.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinn's Video Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;We just discovered that Quinn has picked up a new skill...reading sight words. Actually, I know he's not reading, but he's at least got a few memorized. Madison has a sight words video she likes to watch (I wish I could say it's all because of my good teaching) and Quinn usually gets stuck watching it too. Little did I know he was actually paying attention! Don't mind the dirty undershirt he's wearing in the video, or the fact that he doesn't have on pants! The backwards hat was all his doing too. Sometimes you just have to take what you can get!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a27d106851e7a4e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a27d106851e7a4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331693734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34A69989DA8E980A4E4386521FCC0D14F86CCCD8.2C67F6BCE936A4E3AC2CB9BF4F1AE7CA07DBF352%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a27d106851e7a4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dyw1vRqVTC2HPwLwZZ3WUq1X1M5U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a27d106851e7a4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331693734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34A69989DA8E980A4E4386521FCC0D14F86CCCD8.2C67F6BCE936A4E3AC2CB9BF4F1AE7CA07DBF352%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a27d106851e7a4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dyw1vRqVTC2HPwLwZZ3WUq1X1M5U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-1714381806683403226?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a27d106851e7a4e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1714381806683403226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=1714381806683403226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1714381806683403226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1714381806683403226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/quinns-video-debut.html' title='Quinn&apos;s Video Debut'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-6383278218115590991</id><published>2009-03-07T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:46:11.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Dead</title><content type='html'>So my computer just up and died a few days ago.  The day it died I could smell smoke where we keep the computer.  Never a good sign!  Hopefully it's something we can fix.  Until then Hal has to share his laptop with me!  I know he's super happy about it too!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SbKVn2nAMqI/AAAAAAAADps/W_G6S1FNhm8/s1600-h/PMC0108B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310471422529778338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SbKVn2nAMqI/AAAAAAAADps/W_G6S1FNhm8/s400/PMC0108B.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/8408325568820496204-6383278218115590991?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6383278218115590991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=6383278218115590991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6383278218115590991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/6383278218115590991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-dead.html' title='It&apos;s Dead'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SbKVn2nAMqI/AAAAAAAADps/W_G6S1FNhm8/s72-c/PMC0108B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-2713077103808037027</id><published>2009-02-17T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:23:41.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that Hal and I are pretty big Aggie fans. We love our alma mater and enjoy watching Utah State sports...at least basketball that is. Aggie football, well....that's another story. Since Boise State and Utah State are in the same conference, they play each other every year. We used to go to the football games, but every year the Aggies would get destroyed and we didn't find it amusing to watch. So we patiently wait for basketball season to roll around so we can cheer on the Aggies and hope to earn a little respect with our Boise State fan friends.&lt;br /&gt;This year the Aggies played in Boise on Valentine's. We decided to go to the game as a family. The kids loved watching the game, but Madison was concerned that we weren't cheering for the white team. I reassured her that there were plenty of people clapping for them and that we should only cheer for the blue team! Quinn loved to watch the game and really wanted in on the action. If only he could have gotten his hands on that basketball!&lt;br /&gt;Some how Boise State pulled off a win over our Aggies. We were disappointed. The Aggies had previously only lost one other game (to BYU, which is another hurtful loss!). But we still wore our Aggie gear with pride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quinn loves to wear his Aggie hat (even if his face doesn't show it) when Hal has his on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsSOnFFlsI/AAAAAAAADpg/_9owqwmPEu8/s1600-h/IMG_3788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303853028376680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsSOnFFlsI/AAAAAAAADpg/_9owqwmPEu8/s400/IMG_3788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsR8HK1cmI/AAAAAAAADpY/CSAd2KNLgZk/s1600-h/IMG_3795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303852710573208162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsR8HK1cmI/AAAAAAAADpY/CSAd2KNLgZk/s400/IMG_3795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to spend Valentine's with the people I love most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsRhoCgPiI/AAAAAAAADpQ/QbNaIJoX1H4/s1600-h/IMG_3798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303852255540166178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsRhoCgPiI/AAAAAAAADpQ/QbNaIJoX1H4/s400/IMG_3798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended off the evening by indulging in this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsRWKw8g3I/AAAAAAAADpI/CRgvlw65TCc/s1600-h/IMG_3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303852058703332210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsRWKw8g3I/AAAAAAAADpI/CRgvlw65TCc/s400/IMG_3799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And suddenly we forgot about all our worries and troubles!&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/8408325568820496204-2713077103808037027?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2713077103808037027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=2713077103808037027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/2713077103808037027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/2713077103808037027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SZsSOnFFlsI/AAAAAAAADpg/_9owqwmPEu8/s72-c/IMG_3788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-4913708680915684765</id><published>2009-02-01T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:49:58.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirl Wind Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our weekend started off with two burrito wraps.  I'm not sure how this all came about, but I know it had something to do with Hal!  He was the king at doing the burrito wrap when the kids were babies.  After seeing how this can still work for older children (all you need is a bigger blanket), I'm starting to think it's not such a bad idea!  It's one way to keep them from getting into trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYaAwu_eWPI/AAAAAAAADo8/5JeDBlAd4TY/s1600-h/IMG_3684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298063586384304370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYaAwu_eWPI/AAAAAAAADo8/5JeDBlAd4TY/s400/IMG_3684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday, Hal rode in St. Al's charity inside ride bike race.  Here he is just getting warmed up.  It's an hour long ride that they do inside the mall.  This is not what I prefer to do at the mall, but we went to cheer Hal on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYaAX8mIMQI/AAAAAAAADo0/maeDYOBz9F0/s1600-h/IMG_3689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298063160539361538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYaAX8mIMQI/AAAAAAAADo0/maeDYOBz9F0/s400/IMG_3689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal and his friend Daren kept those pedals going.  No, they did not stop once during the hour long ride.  They just kept on going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYaAKS8qs8I/AAAAAAAADos/cVuWrSxDGHw/s1600-h/IMG_3691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298062926021309378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYaAKS8qs8I/AAAAAAAADos/cVuWrSxDGHw/s400/IMG_3691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, the end of the ride!  Hal clocked in 23.9 miles and was even able to walk afterwards!  Now his back side, on the other hand, is a bit tender.  Sunday he made sure to sit on the cushioned seats at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYZ_zqXFfQI/AAAAAAAADok/y8mIdHnMI4U/s1600-h/IMG_3710edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298062537169140994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYZ_zqXFfQI/AAAAAAAADok/y8mIdHnMI4U/s400/IMG_3710edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the next event... taking the family to Pojos.  Now, if you aren't familiar with Pojos, it's basically the same deal as Chuck E Cheese.  A germy, feet smelling, mass of humanity all contained in a small space (did I mention the GERMS!!).  Hal and I both cringed as we opened the doors and got a whiff of the place.  At least I was smart enough to know it would not be wise to eat dinner here, so we ate beforehand.  This was our first time taking the kids to Pojos and we secretly hope it's our last!  Now I know why my parents very rarely took us to Chuck E Cheese growing up.  You have a whole new perspective of places like this as an adult!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYZ_RoCTQqI/AAAAAAAADoc/sLhSRm30vaY/s1600-h/IMG_3734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298061952429540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYZ_RoCTQqI/AAAAAAAADoc/sLhSRm30vaY/s400/IMG_3734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quinn had fun riding in all the little trucks and cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYZ_GirR5JI/AAAAAAAADoU/djMGh34zO9I/s1600-h/IMG_3768edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298061762012243090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYZ_GirR5JI/AAAAAAAADoU/djMGh34zO9I/s400/IMG_3768edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we had to go on the merry go round.  Madison thought it was great fun.  She said she loved riding her reindeer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYZ-qUhnWvI/AAAAAAAADoM/_9J6SU-57DQ/s1600-h/IMG_3749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298061277177273074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYZ-qUhnWvI/AAAAAAAADoM/_9J6SU-57DQ/s400/IMG_3749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And don't I look thrilled to be here!  No, I didn't just take a joy ride around by myself.  I'm holding Quinn in front of me on my lap.  Some how I drew the short stick and got stuck taking the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-4913708680915684765?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4913708680915684765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=4913708680915684765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4913708680915684765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4913708680915684765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/02/whirl-wind-weekend.html' title='Whirl Wind Weekend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SYaAwu_eWPI/AAAAAAAADo8/5JeDBlAd4TY/s72-c/IMG_3684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-5843913922566339191</id><published>2009-01-21T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:37:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jennie Rosa Fonnesbeck Duce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 18, 1917 - January 20, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SXenhvnIXSI/AAAAAAAADns/bLUuvOi4JSQ/s1600-h/DSCN3517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293884085155421474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SXenhvnIXSI/AAAAAAAADns/bLUuvOi4JSQ/s400/DSCN3517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dear, sweet Grandmother Duce quietly left this earthly life and is now joyously reunited with her husband and many other family members. Although I feel the loss of her presence and my heart is saddened, I know that I will be with her and my grandpa again. Both my Grandpa and Grandma Duce held special places in my heart. I grew to love and appreciate the kind of people they were and the incredible lives they lived. I'm so thankful for the opportunity I had to spend time visiting grandma in Idaho Falls while living in Driggs the past two summers. She even got to come visit us in Driggs our first summer there (the picture of her holding Quinn was taken during her visit). I have many wonderful memories of my grandma and they bring comfort to me at this time. Until we meet again, I love you Grandma Duce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-5843913922566339191?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5843913922566339191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=5843913922566339191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5843913922566339191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5843913922566339191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SXenhvnIXSI/AAAAAAAADns/bLUuvOi4JSQ/s72-c/DSCN3517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-1318523352699689281</id><published>2009-01-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:39:47.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Maid</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday morning I started to clean house (like that's new around here!). Madison really wanted to be my helper so I gave her a few jobs to do. One of those jobs, which I really DO NOT enjoy doing, was cleaning the toilet. I got her started on polishing up the toilet and left her to complete the job. I happened to walk by the bathroom and this is what I see...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SWwkC3-dSlI/AAAAAAAADnI/xO6_dbgsuyM/s1600-h/IMG_3546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290643294057744978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SWwkC3-dSlI/AAAAAAAADnI/xO6_dbgsuyM/s400/IMG_3546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear sweet Quinn giving his big sister some moral support by patting her on the back while she cleaned the toilet! It was almost as if he felt bad for her, like she was being horribly punished. It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures of the kids before church on the first Sunday in January. How do we possibly have time to take pictures &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; church starts you ask&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Well, we are lucky (or unlucky) enough to start church at 2:00! Quinn started his 4th month of nursery and still hasn't decided if he's really a fan or not. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SWwjfpepIlI/AAAAAAAADnA/PcCmwNSJV2A/s1600-h/IMG_3533edited2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290642688870785618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SWwjfpepIlI/AAAAAAAADnA/PcCmwNSJV2A/s400/IMG_3533edited2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison is now in the CTR 5 class. She loves going to Primary and has been faithfully wearing her new CTR ring. I'm just waiting for her finger to turn green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SWwjBfLtEdI/AAAAAAAADm4/oSbbtRakLT4/s1600-h/IMG_3525edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290642170710921682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SWwjBfLtEdI/AAAAAAAADm4/oSbbtRakLT4/s400/IMG_3525edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-1318523352699689281?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1318523352699689281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=1318523352699689281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1318523352699689281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1318523352699689281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-saturday-morning-i-started-to.html' title='My Maid'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SWwkC3-dSlI/AAAAAAAADnI/xO6_dbgsuyM/s72-c/IMG_3546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-7310287302750582961</id><published>2009-01-06T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:24:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>Christmas really was wonderful this year.  I think it gets more and more fun as the kids get older.  It was so fun to watch Quinn &amp; Madison open their presents, and listen to Madison talk about the day that Jesus was born.  Spending time with family really was great.  We spent Christmas in Brigham City with my family.  We missed having Jens and Becky with us, but they were able to enjoy Christmas together in their new home in warm, sunny Arizona!  We also spent a few days in Grace visiting the Bennetts, but we didn't even get out our camera while we were there.  I think we were picture taking worn out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fsbennett50%2Falbumid%2F5288409174217184097%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-7310287302750582961?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7310287302750582961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=7310287302750582961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/7310287302750582961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/7310287302750582961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-8924011661106020421</id><published>2009-01-03T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:32:23.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>Back in December (yes, I'm trying to play catch up) Madison's dance teacher had a mini recital the last 10 minutes of dance class.  They did a ballet number and it was so cute.  We took video with our old digital camera, which we've never done before.  So it's not the best of quality, but I thought it would be fun for family to see Madison in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eb772a773c661d45" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb772a773c661d45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331693734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7934240CD8891B0350435BE4A50DFF9C5318BFE.7DF057497EF74A0E046D42E7137542363AC87FF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb772a773c661d45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdEBL15rZb4YCrVjdYApfKdV23x4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deb772a773c661d45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331693734%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7934240CD8891B0350435BE4A50DFF9C5318BFE.7DF057497EF74A0E046D42E7137542363AC87FF8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deb772a773c661d45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdEBL15rZb4YCrVjdYApfKdV23x4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-8924011661106020421?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eb772a773c661d45&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8924011661106020421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=8924011661106020421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/8924011661106020421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/8924011661106020421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-95304200651154002</id><published>2008-12-14T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:46:28.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker &amp; Santa</title><content type='html'>As an early Christmas gift for Madison, I took her to see The Nutcracker here in Boise.  We got all dressed up to go.  Madison was SOOOO excited, she could hardly wait to see the ballerinas!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWUbhFPG3I/AAAAAAAADYA/5ypsRujAjmM/s1600-h/IMG_3080edited%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279789338619485042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWUbhFPG3I/AAAAAAAADYA/5ypsRujAjmM/s400/IMG_3080edited%27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before the show started we browsed through some of the fun things they had for sale.  She found this cute little ballerina mouse ornament.  She said it was Angelina Ballerina, who she adores!  Madison sat through the entire 2 hour performance on the edge of her seat.  She &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; every bit of it.  I must admit that it was a spectacular show, the sugar plum princess was an amazing dancer and left us all breathless!  During the short intermission Madison got out of her seat and did a few twirls!  This girl just might be a real ballerina some day, we'll just have to wait and see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWUFPHce_I/AAAAAAAADX4/QGLfYHSiorM/s1600-h/IMG_3086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279788955839790066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWUFPHce_I/AAAAAAAADX4/QGLfYHSiorM/s400/IMG_3086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the show was over, we walked out to the car (amidst a snow storm) and found that I had lost my keys.  Arrrgh!!  So we walked all the way back and I asked an employee about my keys.  Luckily some kind person had found them and turned them in.  When I bent down to button up Madison's coat, I set my keys down on the floor and forgot to pick them up!  After finding my keys, the crowd of people leaving had pretty much died down.  Madison ran over to look at all the Nutcracker things they were selling.  I felt pretty bad that she had to walk out to the car and back, in the snow, with her church shoes on, so I caved in and bought her the nutcracker she had picked out.  Lucky girl!  What a "magical" (as Madison said) time we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWTuCiAx6I/AAAAAAAADXw/lJ9q7VwC31k/s1600-h/IMG_3092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279788557324568482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWTuCiAx6I/AAAAAAAADXw/lJ9q7VwC31k/s400/IMG_3092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we took the kids to the mall to run a few errands.  We thought if the kids were feeling up to it we'd stop by and see Santa.  Now let me back up and say that in years past Madison has been very terrified of getting anywhere near Santa.  I don't really blame her though!  But this year she'd been telling us that she wasn't going to be shy with Santa and that she wanted to sit on his lap.  And that she did!!  We couldn't believe it.  When it was our turn to see him, she walked right up to him and sat down with him.  Quinn, on the other hand, held tight onto me and didn't want down.  But then he warmed up and sat with him too.  He wouldn't look at Santa, which was pretty funny.  So we took our limit of 2 pictures with our own camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWSgeZvkjI/AAAAAAAADXo/PuANbhwdKfg/s1600-h/IMG_3078+Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279787224776282674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWSgeZvkjI/AAAAAAAADXo/PuANbhwdKfg/s400/IMG_3078+Edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we've got the kids looking at the camera, but not Santa!  Come on Santa!  You'd think he'd have this down after how many pictures???&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWSHrVB1eI/AAAAAAAADXg/9mgF8anlk4I/s1600-h/IMG_3079edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279786798749439458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWSHrVB1eI/AAAAAAAADXg/9mgF8anlk4I/s400/IMG_3079edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8408325568820496204-95304200651154002?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/95304200651154002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=95304200651154002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/95304200651154002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/95304200651154002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker-santa.html' title='The Nutcracker &amp; Santa'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUWUbhFPG3I/AAAAAAAADYA/5ypsRujAjmM/s72-c/IMG_3080edited%27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-4542769206510018662</id><published>2008-12-10T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:14:14.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Kids</title><content type='html'>The kids were looking pretty festive in their church clothes on Sunday, so we stuck them in front of the tree and snapped a few quick pictures.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUCSLT4jsNI/AAAAAAAADXQ/_JX2kAcklI8/s1600-h/IMG_3035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278379486291931346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUCSLT4jsNI/AAAAAAAADXQ/_JX2kAcklI8/s400/IMG_3035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUCR_grg12I/AAAAAAAADXI/bcrU6O_-G9k/s1600-h/IMG_3056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278379283568449378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUCR_grg12I/AAAAAAAADXI/bcrU6O_-G9k/s400/IMG_3056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUCR3Cy_6wI/AAAAAAAADXA/eLFWNgZdNKk/s1600-h/IMG_3024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278379138107828994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUCR3Cy_6wI/AAAAAAAADXA/eLFWNgZdNKk/s400/IMG_3024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-4542769206510018662?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4542769206510018662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=4542769206510018662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4542769206510018662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/4542769206510018662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-kids.html' title='Christmas Kids'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SUCSLT4jsNI/AAAAAAAADXQ/_JX2kAcklI8/s72-c/IMG_3035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-1236536190522565059</id><published>2008-12-09T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:40:00.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>The other day I was looking at pictures we have of our family from over the years. I love looking back at them, it brings back so many good memories. I was looking at pictures of Madison (who is now 4 years old) from when she was Quinn's current age (20 months). I don't remember her having such a round little face! Time sure does fly by because now I have a hard time remembering what she was like as a toddler. Now I know why my Mom can't remember when I got my first tooth! (Remember when I asked you that Mom?) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278030041545223234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/ST9UW8wkrEI/AAAAAAAADWU/wOuLCRgCpfo/s400/Picture+747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278031192708903042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/ST9VZ9LYcII/AAAAAAAADWc/1FnHp_tw6rY/s400/IMG_2688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-1236536190522565059?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1236536190522565059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=1236536190522565059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1236536190522565059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/1236536190522565059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If I Could Turn Back Time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/ST9UW8wkrEI/AAAAAAAADWU/wOuLCRgCpfo/s72-c/Picture+747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-526170752408403014</id><published>2008-12-02T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:16:01.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>We packed up the car and made the trip to Grace, Idaho for Thanksgiving this year. We spent the holiday with Hal's family. We were able to see almost all of his siblings and their families. We had a yummy spread of food and enjoyed the good company of family. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/STWx8L-6vjI/AAAAAAAAC_s/dotyopmoTLc/s1600-h/IMG_2743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275318186101358130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/STWx8L-6vjI/AAAAAAAAC_s/dotyopmoTLc/s400/IMG_2743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Bennett gave all the grandkids Christmas pajamas and a Christmas book. We tried rounding up all the grandkids in their new pjs for a photo. It was a bit of a zoo! But somehow we were able to snap this photo of Quinn giving Madison a sweet little kiss. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/STWxh70wj_I/AAAAAAAAC_k/SG7djQe62vU/s1600-h/IMG_2850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275317735087181810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/STWxh70wj_I/AAAAAAAAC_k/SG7djQe62vU/s400/IMG_2850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-526170752408403014?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/526170752408403014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=526170752408403014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/526170752408403014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/526170752408403014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/STWx8L-6vjI/AAAAAAAAC_s/dotyopmoTLc/s72-c/IMG_2743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-3545170783506463684</id><published>2008-12-02T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:57:21.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/STWuB2R7xfI/AAAAAAAAC_E/RVpXswPYrfQ/s1600-h/IMG_2939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275313885308241394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/STWuB2R7xfI/AAAAAAAAC_E/RVpXswPYrfQ/s400/IMG_2939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For family home evening during the month of November we made a paper turkey and feathers.  On one of the feathers our family wrote down things we are thankful for.  Then we mailed a feather to grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins and asked if they would write down on their feather what they are thankful for.  Then Madison anxiously waited for the mail to come each day in hopes that she'd be sent a feather to add to the turkey.  It was a lot of fun and maybe we'll make that a family tradition of ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-3545170783506463684?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3545170783506463684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=3545170783506463684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3545170783506463684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/3545170783506463684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-for.html' title='Thankful for...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/STWuB2R7xfI/AAAAAAAAC_E/RVpXswPYrfQ/s72-c/IMG_2939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-5291141261049182993</id><published>2008-11-23T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:13:59.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Boys</title><content type='html'>When we found out we were going to be having our first baby boy, we were ecstatic! Madison would have a little brother, Dad would have his little buddy, and I would have my sweet little boy. 20+ months later and I'm still trying to figure out where this little boy came from and how come he didn't come with an owners manual! He has a mind and agenda of his own, that I know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Madison had out some markers and was coloring. Of course Quinn wanted to join in on the fun. He climbed up onto a chair and dove into the markers. Me, being the conscientious mother that I am, pulled off Quinn's shirt knowing he would get marker all over it. Even if they are washable markers, why create more laundry for myself? So Quinn started coloring in his coloring book and I went about making dinner. I turn around from the stove and this is what I see....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271981684819779842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSnXaQIMYQI/AAAAAAAAC-k/ohFYXy1wJUw/s400/IMG_2669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Not so much coloring on the coloring book, but mostly on himself. Now this is something Madison NEVER did. She was always very soft and gentle with all her toys and things. She wouldn't voluntarily get herself messy or dirty. So I'm wondering to myself, is this just a boy thing or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny when friends come over to my house and see my kitchen drawers and ask about the yard stick going through the drawer handles. Thankfully my Mom came up with this brilliant idea on how to keep my little boy out of all the fun kitchen toys. It works like a charm and I would recommend it to anyone who has little ones who love to pull out and drop on the floor everything in the kitchen drawers. This system has surely saved Quinn from numerous injuries. Once again though, I'm thinking, is this just a boy thing or what? Why must he get into EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271986519173792274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSnbzpgAghI/AAAAAAAAC-8/mpqljThsYC0/s400/IMG_2673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, after chasing Quinn out of all sorts of trouble and mischief, we love him still the same. How can we not with a face like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982539274915170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSnYL_OLDWI/AAAAAAAAC-0/DnPY7Mf--tI/s400/IMG_2666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-5291141261049182993?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5291141261049182993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=5291141261049182993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5291141261049182993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/5291141261049182993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys Will Be Boys'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSnXaQIMYQI/AAAAAAAAC-k/ohFYXy1wJUw/s72-c/IMG_2669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-832350734796665806</id><published>2008-11-17T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:47:51.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meticulous Madison</title><content type='html'>Every day Madison "makes her room beautiful" (as she says it). I think it's pretty funny how careful she is in placing each item in it's proper place. She gets out &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; her stuffed animals, babies, etc. and puts them in the perfect spot. She is super diligent about keeping her bedroom door shut during the day so Quinn doesn't come in and mess up her room. I'm amazed that she has kept her room this way for a few weeks. It's great, I love it! I'm not cleaning her room, she is! I wonder where she gets this little quirk from....hmmmm???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSHS03DsPVI/AAAAAAAAC-A/sNraTD0J6io/s1600-h/IMG_2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269724844574653778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSHS03DsPVI/AAAAAAAAC-A/sNraTD0J6io/s320/IMG_2651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSHSEcNnOdI/AAAAAAAAC94/zcBmVNYwzwI/s1600-h/IMG_2648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269724012734790098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSHSEcNnOdI/AAAAAAAAC94/zcBmVNYwzwI/s320/IMG_2648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSHRhRYWl1I/AAAAAAAAC9w/LNrLg4Y2gMY/s1600-h/IMG_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269723408531625810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSHRhRYWl1I/AAAAAAAAC9w/LNrLg4Y2gMY/s320/IMG_2650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now when she's a messy teenager, I have proof of what a clean room she used to keep! We love our meticulous Madison! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-832350734796665806?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/832350734796665806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=832350734796665806' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/832350734796665806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/832350734796665806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/meticulous-madison.html' title='Meticulous Madison'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Po5tsbgedH4/SSHS03DsPVI/AAAAAAAAC-A/sNraTD0J6io/s72-c/IMG_2651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8408325568820496204.post-8441333001114120403</id><published>2008-11-14T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:24:59.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, we have finally decided to start a blog. I had talked myself out of doing one for a long time, but I finally caved into the peer pressure! We hope it will help us stay in touch with all our family and friends. I'm still trying to figure all this out, so you'll have to be patient with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8408325568820496204-8441333001114120403?l=halandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8441333001114120403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8408325568820496204&amp;postID=8441333001114120403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/8441333001114120403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8408325568820496204/posts/default/8441333001114120403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-we-are.html' title='Here We Are'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
