<?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-3375549392156741352</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:49:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halie Bug &amp; Buddy Boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-849938546921897281</id><published>2009-09-10T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:50:52.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroller rides</title><content type='html'>Halie loves to play mom. This stroller is the stroller for her dolls. One day she kept asking me is she could push Hunter in her stroller. I said no a million times. Finally I gave in. Hunter loved it, not to mention Halie was in heaven. He is such a tank he was almost to big. She said he is way heavier than my dolls. She could barely turn him. It was pretty funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlWGJlzr0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_jjwzMtJ4jM/s1600-h/phone+2+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379925893524467522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlWGJlzr0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_jjwzMtJ4jM/s320/phone+2+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlWAXJWxKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CLiSCIG_DUk/s1600-h/phone+2+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379925794084013218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlWAXJWxKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CLiSCIG_DUk/s320/phone+2+119.jpg" /&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/3375549392156741352-849938546921897281?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/849938546921897281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=849938546921897281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/849938546921897281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/849938546921897281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/09/stroller-rides.html' title='Stroller rides'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlWGJlzr0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_jjwzMtJ4jM/s72-c/phone+2+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-3391858497061448072</id><published>2009-09-10T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:38:55.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Potato Head</title><content type='html'>Costco has this pack of Mr. Potato heads. It came with two big and two small potatoes. I didn't think Halie would be able to build them. She had never played with them before. When we got home she asked if she could play with them. I opened the potato and she dumped them out. About 15 minutes later this is what she had built all by her self. She told me she made out family. I thought it was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlT9O_qYSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZmK7gdnOC0k/s1600-h/phone+2+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379923541333008674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlT9O_qYSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZmK7gdnOC0k/s320/phone+2+104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was so proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlT4IaXr-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Wcn9PdETDgM/s1600-h/phone+2+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379923453666635746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlT4IaXr-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/Wcn9PdETDgM/s320/phone+2+106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now it is a game to build ourselves. Of course Halie always get the big faces while Brett and I get the tiny ones. She has loved this toy set. I am so glad he got it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlTtTMHr6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/-0Q1-1Zx8Gw/s1600-h/phone+2+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379923267581095842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlTtTMHr6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/-0Q1-1Zx8Gw/s320/phone+2+109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-3391858497061448072?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/3391858497061448072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=3391858497061448072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/3391858497061448072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/3391858497061448072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-potato-head.html' title='Mr. Potato Head'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlT9O_qYSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZmK7gdnOC0k/s72-c/phone+2+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-4790614067464944339</id><published>2009-09-10T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:28:34.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping Jacks</title><content type='html'>Anytime Halie goes potty like a big girl we take her to Jumping Jacks. I know it is a bribe, but I am running out of ideas for potty training. Halie and her friend Shelby love this place. They are so cute together. This is the first time Halie has gotten on the big dragon. She is always scared of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlRfqF-sHI/AAAAAAAAATs/8OfNMDrjX1s/s1600-h/phone+2+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379920834187931762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlRfqF-sHI/AAAAAAAAATs/8OfNMDrjX1s/s320/phone+2+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunter had a blast. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; he was a a little nervous. He has very sensitive ears, and it is a bit noisy in there. Plus Halie had just bounced right next to him. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlRZa_r4wI/AAAAAAAAATk/PRDTP1Hawn8/s1600-h/phone+2+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379920727055786754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlRZa_r4wI/AAAAAAAAATk/PRDTP1Hawn8/s320/phone+2+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes that is Brett on the merry-go-round. He thinks he is still a little kid. I was just waiting for the worker to come and say your to big for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlRQ8qoQlI/AAAAAAAAATc/1mypOfvV4kw/s1600-h/phone+2+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379920581475451474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlRQ8qoQlI/AAAAAAAAATc/1mypOfvV4kw/s320/phone+2+099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-4790614067464944339?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/4790614067464944339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=4790614067464944339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/4790614067464944339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/4790614067464944339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/09/jumping-jacks.html' title='Jumping Jacks'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlRfqF-sHI/AAAAAAAAATs/8OfNMDrjX1s/s72-c/phone+2+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-5567741622567964319</id><published>2009-09-10T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:17:52.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we went to the Washington County fair. My friend Amanda's sister gave her a bunch of tickets, and she was very nice to share with Halie. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cache&lt;/span&gt; and Halie rode tons of  rides. They loved the motorcycles, and flying saucers. Halie's favorite ride was the jeeps. A true child from Brett. That was really the only ride she kept asking to ride over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlPMUmF_uI/AAAAAAAAATU/kURYgA0ipn8/s1600-h/phone+2+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379918302976278242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlPMUmF_uI/AAAAAAAAATU/kURYgA0ipn8/s320/phone+2+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at my big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlPGZ1bTNI/AAAAAAAAATM/4Uti2ChalEY/s1600-h/phone+2+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379918201303551186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlPGZ1bTNI/AAAAAAAAATM/4Uti2ChalEY/s320/phone+2+085.jpg" /&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/3375549392156741352-5567741622567964319?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/5567741622567964319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=5567741622567964319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5567741622567964319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5567741622567964319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/09/fair.html' title='Fair'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlPMUmF_uI/AAAAAAAAATU/kURYgA0ipn8/s72-c/phone+2+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-809418594463843609</id><published>2009-09-10T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:09:08.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>Since Brett's parents condo has a pool we go swimming all the time. I guess Hunter was just done  swimming for week. He was in the water for about 10 minutes and then he got fussy. We walked him in the stroller for a few, and he fell asleep. I just thought this was so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlM42a72sI/AAAAAAAAATE/d08BXd8OrkQ/s1600-h/phone+2+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379915769435642562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlM42a72sI/AAAAAAAAATE/d08BXd8OrkQ/s320/phone+2+110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How would it be? I don' t know I am always chasing Halie, or walking Hunter it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlMyKvtepI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TDvyKUQFdME/s1600-h/phone+2+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379915654632405650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlMyKvtepI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TDvyKUQFdME/s320/phone+2+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halie thinks she is such a big girl. I was going to get in this floaty. By the time I passed Hunter to Brett and turned around Halie was in it. For the rest of the time we were there she stayed in it. She wouldn't even let me get in with her.  What a stink bug. I love how her feet are crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlMtSoVTPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GbGA5y46z8E/s1600-h/phone+2+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379915570849598706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlMtSoVTPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GbGA5y46z8E/s320/phone+2+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-809418594463843609?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/809418594463843609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=809418594463843609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/809418594463843609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/809418594463843609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/09/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlM42a72sI/AAAAAAAAATE/d08BXd8OrkQ/s72-c/phone+2+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-8512540708867307509</id><published>2009-09-10T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:59:07.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seep, sleep, sleep</title><content type='html'>Hunter seems to sleep all the time. Which is nice, but Halie never sleeps in the day. Sometimes I would love to take a nap too. I woke up a few mornings ago and found Hunter like this. I have noticed lately he loves to have his face covered. It scares me a little. If he is tired he just puts his blanket over his face and falls asleep. He has two blankets he just loves. One goes in the car and if he gets fussy we give him the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blanket&lt;/span&gt; and he puts it in him mouth and then he is fine. I know it sounds weird, but it works. The other is the one in the picture. He has to sleep with this one. Then when his blankets aren't around he borrows Halie's silk and mink one. He loves the silky side. Halie will go to grab it from him and it is soaking wet from his slobbers. Halie will not let anyone use her blanket, except Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlJiGI12ZI/AAAAAAAAASs/0X5fmC1_CsY/s1600-h/phone+2+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379912079982844306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlJiGI12ZI/AAAAAAAAASs/0X5fmC1_CsY/s320/phone+2+120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he is showing us his man muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlJa1fIRRI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ed0qPTl7GKw/s1600-h/phone+2+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379911955253839122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlJa1fIRRI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ed0qPTl7GKw/s320/phone+2+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes he still sucks his thumb. I always fought Halie with this when she was a baby. Now I just let him. I think for my own sanity. I also think it is a little cute. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; does it when he is falling sleep, or when he is starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlHnucIM-I/AAAAAAAAASc/ugvZFTu0xaA/s1600-h/phone+2+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379909977677247458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlHnucIM-I/AAAAAAAAASc/ugvZFTu0xaA/s320/phone+2+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another, look at me I am stud shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlHiDYJ5GI/AAAAAAAAASU/8yYGOlcu5as/s1600-h/phone+2+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379909880218510434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlHiDYJ5GI/AAAAAAAAASU/8yYGOlcu5as/s320/phone+2+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-8512540708867307509?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/8512540708867307509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=8512540708867307509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/8512540708867307509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/8512540708867307509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/09/seep-sleep-sleep.html' title='Seep, sleep, sleep'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SqlJiGI12ZI/AAAAAAAAASs/0X5fmC1_CsY/s72-c/phone+2+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-5439445652917026824</id><published>2009-09-10T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:27:38.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Peaks</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, or longer. We went to 7 Peaks. It had to have been the coldest day of the year to go. It was freezing. Brett had to stay back in St. George to work, in the nice hot weather. It was fun I just wish it would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk_R6Kz6hI/AAAAAAAAASM/JkjLRQDV3tg/s1600-h/phone+2+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379900806775695890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk_R6Kz6hI/AAAAAAAAASM/JkjLRQDV3tg/s320/phone+2+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was how I kept Hunter warm. He actually slept almost the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk_I9pdZ2I/AAAAAAAAASE/ylMFPGuT-uk/s1600-h/phone+2+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379900653090727778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk_I9pdZ2I/AAAAAAAAASE/ylMFPGuT-uk/s320/phone+2+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and Halie bug. Halie was freezing at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk_Cjo5BEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sjTe3-qpx_w/s1600-h/phone+2+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379900543029806146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk_Cjo5BEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sjTe3-qpx_w/s320/phone+2+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and Halie bug. As you can see she is almost asleep. Prior to 7 peaks Halie had spent the week at  her camping grandpa's and grandma Lisa's house. She had so much fun. It was the first time she has been away from us besides the night Hunter was born. Now she always asks when do I get to go on vacation again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk-8TQniTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/y2dc4TeWP-Y/s1600-h/phone+2+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379900435553814834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk-8TQniTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/y2dc4TeWP-Y/s320/phone+2+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 7 peaks we went to to my grandma's house (nanny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bart's&lt;/span&gt;), and had dinner. Halie loves wagons right now. She found nanny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bart's&lt;/span&gt; and wouldn't get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk-1UevGnI/AAAAAAAAARs/LIbX-Hj101s/s1600-h/phone+2+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379900315622382194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk-1UevGnI/AAAAAAAAARs/LIbX-Hj101s/s320/phone+2+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I put Hunter in the wagon with her and she thought she was in heaven. Halie loves Hunter more than anything. He digs her right back. She can make him laugh so hard. If she is not around he is looking for her. Most of the time she is good about sharing her toys, but there is the occasional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk-uP23MSI/AAAAAAAAARk/SKsQ9ln2pLI/s1600-h/phone+2+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379900194122314018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk-uP23MSI/AAAAAAAAARk/SKsQ9ln2pLI/s320/phone+2+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-5439445652917026824?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/5439445652917026824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=5439445652917026824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5439445652917026824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5439445652917026824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-peaks.html' title='7 Peaks'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sqk_R6Kz6hI/AAAAAAAAASM/JkjLRQDV3tg/s72-c/phone+2+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-6662625570366422785</id><published>2009-07-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:36:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New 4 wheeler</title><content type='html'>We got a 4 wheeler last week. We got a really good deal we just could not pass up. We paid 200 bucks for it. It needed a few things, but easy fixes. It is not the best looking ride, but it is a 1998 and it was cheap. Since our backyard is a big dirt mess we have spent a lot of time riding it in the backyard. Halie loves to 4 wheel (thanks to grandpa and his yellow 4 wheeler). We only have a bike helmet for her. She knows she can't ride without it though. She is always asking if we can go for a ride to her friend Shelby's house. They live up the street and have some 4 wheelers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpDvUFNiXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qQYcHRVYVQM/s1600-h/phone+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362172786461477234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpDvUFNiXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qQYcHRVYVQM/s320/phone+231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpDqf5_1oI/AAAAAAAAARI/imXhc5FIod0/s1600-h/phone+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362172703736321666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpDqf5_1oI/AAAAAAAAARI/imXhc5FIod0/s320/phone+229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since Hunter can't ride he hangs out in the stroller and watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpDkpYguMI/AAAAAAAAARA/y0YilQtPDdU/s1600-h/phone+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362172603201009858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpDkpYguMI/AAAAAAAAARA/y0YilQtPDdU/s320/phone+234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-6662625570366422785?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/6662625570366422785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=6662625570366422785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6662625570366422785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6662625570366422785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-4-wheeler.html' title='New 4 wheeler'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpDvUFNiXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qQYcHRVYVQM/s72-c/phone+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-3036463213094937557</id><published>2009-07-24T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:26:22.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halie and Mason</title><content type='html'>Halie and Mason have been friends for a long time. They are so cute together. We went to Fiesta Fun and they have a jungle gym area to play in. Halie was more into the school bus than the gym. Halie convinced Mason to ride with her. They were so cute together. They didn't even have any money to ride the bus. They looked like they were having the time of there lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpB2lWHQPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/O4NXkmU5nO0/s1600-h/phone+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362170712331600114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpB2lWHQPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/O4NXkmU5nO0/s320/phone+222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halie loves Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpBye3930I/AAAAAAAAAQw/mldizPsYnl8/s1600-h/phone+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362170641875066690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpBye3930I/AAAAAAAAAQw/mldizPsYnl8/s320/phone+220.jpg" /&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/3375549392156741352-3036463213094937557?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/3036463213094937557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=3036463213094937557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/3036463213094937557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/3036463213094937557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/halie-and-mason.html' title='Halie and Mason'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SmpB2lWHQPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/O4NXkmU5nO0/s72-c/phone+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-8413040568629065433</id><published>2009-07-24T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:19:58.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sister</title><content type='html'>Hunter looks up to Halie. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; she is around him he can't take his eyes off her. No matter how much she is in his face and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tickling&lt;/span&gt; him with her hair, he loves her. Anytime she is talking and she is not in the same room, he is looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_p_FAczI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rcX_uhw7jaA/s1600-h/phone+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362168296877617970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_p_FAczI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rcX_uhw7jaA/s320/phone+223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt; when I look away for 10 seconds. Halie thought she was so funny for putting the pink crown on Hunter. She told me he looks like a pretty princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_kgkGxaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TKBJECQTk1k/s1600-h/phone+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362168202787210658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_kgkGxaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TKBJECQTk1k/s320/phone+218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunter is such a smiley little man. Whenever I am frustrated all I have to do is look and him and he will smile and I feel better. Halie gives big warm loving hugs and kisses too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_ejEuuwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qly8r9atXHE/s1600-h/phone+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362168100381702914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_ejEuuwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qly8r9atXHE/s320/phone+216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_Y5MkKII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/d5dwiYn4Vwc/s1600-h/phone+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362168003240929410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_Y5MkKII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/d5dwiYn4Vwc/s320/phone+214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-8413040568629065433?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/8413040568629065433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=8413040568629065433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/8413040568629065433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/8413040568629065433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-sister.html' title='Big Sister'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo_p_FAczI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rcX_uhw7jaA/s72-c/phone+223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-698862099024824977</id><published>2009-07-24T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:07:52.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>When I woke up yesterday morning this was how I found Hunter. I thought he looked so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo93pR5x3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-d-h8CdioaQ/s1600-h/phone+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362166332521039730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo93pR5x3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-d-h8CdioaQ/s320/phone+237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swear all Hunter does is eat and sleep. I guess life is so hard when all he has to do is eat, sleep and poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo9yMl45WI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AOrvPmBEOJw/s1600-h/phone+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362166238920893794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo9yMl45WI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AOrvPmBEOJw/s320/phone+228.jpg" /&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/3375549392156741352-698862099024824977?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/698862099024824977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=698862099024824977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/698862099024824977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/698862099024824977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Smo93pR5x3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/-d-h8CdioaQ/s72-c/phone+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-4435218305402966415</id><published>2009-07-15T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:06:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>For the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; my parents come down to visit. We had a nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; with steaks and corn on the cob. Brett had to eat hot dogs, because of his braces hurting his teeth (sorry). We went to the park to partake in the activities. Pretty much the food. As you can see this was how much fun Hunter had. What a ruff life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_6zZPFiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3ItcGfkzVGE/s1600-h/phone+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358790886078486050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_6zZPFiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3ItcGfkzVGE/s320/phone+141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes Hunter loves to sleep. He spends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time sleeping. Yes he is a thumb sucker. I was really angry at first, then a friend told me that was good right now. She called him a self soother. When you have 2 out of control kids if he can soothe himself it is ok for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_zUbgaWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FOy4ghiXTIA/s1600-h/phone+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358790757507426658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_zUbgaWI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FOy4ghiXTIA/s320/phone+144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halie was being a brat and this was the best picture I could get of her all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_smmFWtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EK4zLK45Gaw/s1600-h/phone+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358790642124544722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_smmFWtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EK4zLK45Gaw/s320/phone+142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_kXRK5FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1SI6EbC51f4/s1600-h/phone+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358790500571341906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_kXRK5FI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1SI6EbC51f4/s320/phone+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were at the park they had a little train ride. Halie kept saying he wanted to ride on it. I told my dad she says she wants to, but when it comes down to it she will be a chicken to ride alone. My dad took her anyway (my dad has a really hard time saying no to her). She actually rode by herself and loved it. I was so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_bGvindI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Z9BWGzofAp0/s1600-h/phone+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358790341516500434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_bGvindI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Z9BWGzofAp0/s320/phone+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-4435218305402966415?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/4435218305402966415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=4435218305402966415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/4435218305402966415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/4435218305402966415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl4_6zZPFiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3ItcGfkzVGE/s72-c/phone+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-5293054121438610533</id><published>2009-07-15T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:39:17.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter 1st Swim</title><content type='html'>Halie loves to go swimming at the condo. Brett's parents have a condo on the other side of town. We go swimming there quite often, because it doesn't cost any money. Halie had been asking to go swimming, so we decided to go. On the way over she must have fallen asleep, because when we got there this is what she looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358786694333852242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl48Gz7b6lI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WWKXGdtNxaQ/s320/phone+158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Hunter's first trip to the pool. He loved it. He is our chill baby. He just goes with the flow of things. He never even cried, or made a peep even when Halie would splash him. Once we got out I changed his clothes and he fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358786999514938018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl48Yk0RuqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S_IMgsUCuJ8/s320/phone+152.jpg" /&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/3375549392156741352-5293054121438610533?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/5293054121438610533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=5293054121438610533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5293054121438610533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5293054121438610533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/hunter-1st-swim.html' title='Hunter 1st Swim'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sl48Gz7b6lI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WWKXGdtNxaQ/s72-c/phone+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-1017849019006681223</id><published>2009-07-14T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:32:21.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>In the middle of town the city built this cool little water park. it is just a little stream with big rocks, and a billion kids. Halie asks everyday if we can go to main street park. We invited our good friends to go with us one day. They have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; girl named Shelby who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halies&lt;/span&gt; same age. They are so cute together. They get along really well. They had such a blast at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzXeG-q3VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/T0QzdKWDAV4/s1600-h/phone+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358394568933563730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzXeG-q3VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/T0QzdKWDAV4/s320/phone+145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby lives just up the street. Halie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; all the time can we walk to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shelby's&lt;/span&gt; I want to play. Yes there is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheeser&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzXXAKggwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yxriHorfqVU/s1600-h/phone+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358394446845084418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzXXAKggwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/yxriHorfqVU/s320/phone+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I have mentioned in the past Halie loves her t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;. For some reason when any boys come over to our house they end up wearing the t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;u's&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dress up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt; shoes. Most of the dads tell them to take it off and tell them boys don't wear that kind of stuff. It is so funny. I don't know if Halie tells them to wear it, or if they choose on their own. Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halie's&lt;/span&gt; good friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cache&lt;/span&gt; wearing the dress ups. Halie thinks she is the princess and the boys are her princes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358392819101386290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzV4QWKxjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/07pMKBQQ_Y0/s320/phone+187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halie has really been into Little Rascals the movie lately. There is a part where these girls are in a ballerina concert. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; that part is on she makes me pause it, so she can go her t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; and her crown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzVzpMqBkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qQtwmqOI4tg/s1600-h/phone+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358392739873031746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzVzpMqBkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qQtwmqOI4tg/s320/phone+185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-1017849019006681223?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/1017849019006681223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=1017849019006681223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/1017849019006681223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/1017849019006681223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzXeG-q3VI/AAAAAAAAAPA/T0QzdKWDAV4/s72-c/phone+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-5940757239208328544</id><published>2009-07-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:56:41.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft</title><content type='html'>Lately Halie has been really ruff. No matter how many times I say be soft, calm, be nice she can't. Her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;niceness&lt;/span&gt; is few and far between. When I saw this I just about fell over. We have been telling her one day Hunter will be beating up on you. When that day comes we wont protect you, because of how mean you were to him. She tells us I am the big sister. What she doesn't realize is Hunter is getting big fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzSXJz-czI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hoMrUWXJBYs/s1600-h/phone+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358388951876793138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzSXJz-czI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hoMrUWXJBYs/s320/phone+166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She really loves him she just can' t be soft. We realized she has been hanging out with a bunch of boys lately. We think that is why she has been little ruff. We are trying to play with more girls now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzSTGBq4VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rppGf9m2lfk/s1600-h/phone+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358388882141012306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzSTGBq4VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rppGf9m2lfk/s320/phone+165.jpg" /&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/3375549392156741352-5940757239208328544?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/5940757239208328544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=5940757239208328544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5940757239208328544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5940757239208328544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/soft.html' title='Soft'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzSXJz-czI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hoMrUWXJBYs/s72-c/phone+166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-933241721505796965</id><published>2009-07-14T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:43:58.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>I think this is my new favorite picture of Hunter. He is such a happy baby as long as he is fed. Hunters favorite thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;to do&lt;/span&gt; is eat. He is starting to roll to his sides. He is getting so strong he can hold his head up forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzPt9VSfBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_3oXx5sSt3U/s1600-h/phone+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358386045128965138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzPt9VSfBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_3oXx5sSt3U/s320/phone+128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358385580900596770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzPS78nvCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kzMJkuFaMQk/s320/phone+175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter loves to fall asleep on Brett. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzPYicSLWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BfKMnLy89zQ/s1600-h/phone+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358385677133294946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzPYicSLWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BfKMnLy89zQ/s320/phone+189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-933241721505796965?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/933241721505796965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=933241721505796965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/933241721505796965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/933241721505796965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzPt9VSfBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_3oXx5sSt3U/s72-c/phone+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-6605305895272286020</id><published>2009-07-14T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:31:32.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozy coupe</title><content type='html'>Some friends bought their little girl one of these cars a couple years ago. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we go to their house they fight over this car. We looked to buy Halie one, but they were pretty expensive. Last week we went to a yard sale. This car was the first thing Halie found and would not get out. The lady doing the sale told Brett it looks like you will be buying it. We got it for $10. I think it was worth it. What a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheeser&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358380550273890914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzKuHZv-mI/AAAAAAAAANg/HoNlUs3sqPU/s320/phone+134.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358380433346536050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzKnT0GInI/AAAAAAAAANY/fJdh24D8vQk/s320/phone+132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett and I wash our cars weekly. I love to be outside and I love to have a clean car. So we are washing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Brett's&lt;/span&gt; cop car, and here comes Halie with her car. She asked if we could wash hers next. She got the washcloth and soapy water and started cleaning. Anyone who knows Halie well knows she loves to clean. She didn't get that from Brett. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358380700284958754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzK22PLOCI/AAAAAAAAANo/xISXiiSPBGg/s320/phone+195.jpg" /&gt; Brett totally got into it with her. I got left to finish both cars on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358381033659523202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzLKQJ3YII/AAAAAAAAANw/-SMsW-JJFOQ/s320/phone+197.jpg" /&gt; Hunter wishing he was playing in the water too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358381249312146386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzLWzhdQ9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/vN0rG9cffWU/s320/phone+198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-6605305895272286020?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/6605305895272286020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=6605305895272286020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6605305895272286020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6605305895272286020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/cozy-coupe.html' title='Cozy coupe'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzKuHZv-mI/AAAAAAAAANg/HoNlUs3sqPU/s72-c/phone+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-8044236943746807297</id><published>2009-07-14T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:11:30.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petting Zoo</title><content type='html'>I know it has been awhile since I've posted, so today I have lots to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358379476158482274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzJvmArh2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/g01C5yxtwcM/s320/phone+170.jpg" /&gt;A few weeks ago Brett had training in S&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;LC&lt;/span&gt;. I took the kids and went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; to visit. While we were there Nanny Bart took us to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; Point petting zoo. It was so much fun. Halie is really into animals right now. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358378403769747506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzIxLDSCDI/AAAAAAAAANI/9BoQz71kimY/s320/phone+172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358377166815576754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzHpLCbQrI/AAAAAAAAANA/Coh6T6GhaNc/s320/phone+169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halie loved feeding the goats. Since we went to Florida Halie loves goats she says the are her favorite animal. In Florida we visited the animal kingdom. They had goats and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sheep's&lt;/span&gt; roaming around for people to pet. I thought she would be a big chicken, and she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; at all. She did not want to leave. While we were at the petting zoo she found the goats first and just wanted to feed them. Thanks Nanny Bart!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-8044236943746807297?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/8044236943746807297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=8044236943746807297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/8044236943746807297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/8044236943746807297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/07/petting-zoo.html' title='Petting Zoo'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SlzJvmArh2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/g01C5yxtwcM/s72-c/phone+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-1000756530946459958</id><published>2009-06-16T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:00:26.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgTVgkQOMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y_wW_oEnUv0/s1600-h/phone+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348045817742637250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgTVgkQOMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y_wW_oEnUv0/s320/phone+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe my baby is 2 months old. We took Hunter to his 2 month doctor appointment last week. He weighs 12 pounds and is 23 inches long. Holy cow!! He has gained over 4 pounds, and has grown 3 inches since he was born. Hunter LOVES to eat. He would spend all day eating if I would let him. You can tell he eats just by looking at those big fat cheeks. I think he might be a big boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348045960021885938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgTdymRQ_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/29ZvKl3J508/s320/phone+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has been smiling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;controllable&lt;/span&gt; for 2 weeks now. His little personality is coming out. He is very strong he holds his head up all on his own. He has been trying to hold on to things like my hair. He is very alert, he loves looking at everything. He loves to talk to us too. He talks to Halie the most. She sits and tells him stories and he just smiles and talks back to her. She gets to excited. She always tells us she loves her little brother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348047724130722242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgVEeal4cI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VaBMzR7MO6Y/s320/phone+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As you can see she loves him. Sometimes I really wonder what he thinks. She kinda smothers him a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-1000756530946459958?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/1000756530946459958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=1000756530946459958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/1000756530946459958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/1000756530946459958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/06/cutie-pies.html' title='Cutie pies'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgTVgkQOMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y_wW_oEnUv0/s72-c/phone+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-7999696178047341967</id><published>2009-06-16T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:45:17.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgQ7N_W-eI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y5SsDuicWXU/s1600-h/phone+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043167056198114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgQ7N_W-eI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y5SsDuicWXU/s320/phone+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halie got a cupcake maker for her birthday this year and we never have used it. The other day she was hiding in my closet and came out with the cupcake maker and wanted to play. We made a cupcake and doesn't it look appealing? I remember when I had an Easy Bake Oven. I thought the food was so good. Well now looking back it was probably pretty gross. We followed the directions, but it didn't taste very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348044240703689378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgR5to3kqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fEntT6Wbfds/s320/phone+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halie sure liked it. When she was done she wanted to make another for me. I said lets make one for daddy instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-7999696178047341967?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/7999696178047341967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=7999696178047341967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/7999696178047341967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/7999696178047341967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/06/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgQ7N_W-eI/AAAAAAAAAMY/y5SsDuicWXU/s72-c/phone+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-7788717642001529850</id><published>2009-06-16T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:38:12.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgNuFFk8tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VEfR2TQTwpk/s1600-h/phone+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348039642793177810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgNuFFk8tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VEfR2TQTwpk/s320/phone+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happends&lt;/span&gt; to tired little girls who spend hours outside in the hot sun swimming. When she decided to stop playing like she was Ariel, she asked to watch a movie. I started her favorite movie Little Mermaid, and 2 minutes later this is what I found. She got this princess sleeping bag when we went camping a few weeks ago. Now she wants to sleep in it all the time. I let her watch movies in it. She thinks it a real treat to play with sleeping bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348041540538879026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgPcivaTDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zR6-h1xwPQE/s320/phone+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett is on mountain bikes for the summer, so now he comes home everyday really tired. He wants to take naps when he gets home. I keep telling him if I don't get one neither do you. I was playing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and the whole house got really quiet. I turned around and saw Brett and Hunter sleeping on the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-7788717642001529850?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/7788717642001529850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=7788717642001529850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/7788717642001529850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/7788717642001529850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgNuFFk8tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VEfR2TQTwpk/s72-c/phone+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-2364509637530334992</id><published>2009-06-16T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:23:26.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgM4wHnMVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QXaHcWYaeOE/s1600-h/phone+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348038726631502162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgM4wHnMVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QXaHcWYaeOE/s320/phone+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both our kids love their dad, &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;specially Halie&lt;/span&gt;. Brett plays anything she wants him to. Halie loves to play tea party, and wear her tu tu . Brett always has sunglasses with him. While we were sitting on the couch the sun was really bright so Halie went and got glasses for them to wear. I think he looks good in little girl glasses. What do you think?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348038115463248642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgMVLVvuwI/AAAAAAAAALw/ypow4MqJLNM/s320/phone+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just thought this picture was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348038875055536578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgNBZCqOcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5Q_jPm54LNE/s320/phone+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-2364509637530334992?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/2364509637530334992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=2364509637530334992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/2364509637530334992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/2364509637530334992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddy-time.html' title='Daddy Time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SjgM4wHnMVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QXaHcWYaeOE/s72-c/phone+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-4172555782209933820</id><published>2009-05-12T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:10:09.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sgnx0wCn8yI/AAAAAAAAALY/M2POw77VHY8/s1600-h/Hunter+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335061122148463394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sgnx0wCn8yI/AAAAAAAAALY/M2POw77VHY8/s320/Hunter+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halie, since she was born, has never been a napper. One day this week, I found Halie asleep like this on the couch with a big pile of drool underneath her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335062121383812450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sgnyu6e5XWI/AAAAAAAAALg/IFKEApNWBtw/s320/Hunter+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Since Hunter has been born, they never have been asleep together, other than at night. Brett and I didn't know what to do, so I just fell asleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335062629811351218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SgnzMghd7rI/AAAAAAAAALo/TOGbM_Konvk/s320/Hunter+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is a sleeping fool. He is always asleep and if he is not then he is eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-4172555782209933820?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/4172555782209933820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=4172555782209933820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/4172555782209933820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/4172555782209933820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/05/nap-time.html' title='Nap time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Sgnx0wCn8yI/AAAAAAAAALY/M2POw77VHY8/s72-c/Hunter+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-1132231709978492648</id><published>2009-05-12T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:43:22.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halie's new house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SgnqqFB305I/AAAAAAAAALA/3T4Q_oBKWbU/s1600-h/Hunter+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335053242222498706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SgnqqFB305I/AAAAAAAAALA/3T4Q_oBKWbU/s320/Hunter+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and grandpa Huish sent this fun little house and slide to Halie last week. Everyday the first thing she asks for is to go outside and play with her house and swim in her pool. Anytime we open the back door she somehow already has her shoes on, and is out the door in her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335054078691596274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SgnraxHpV_I/AAAAAAAAALI/-qKMbtPRZk0/s320/Hunter+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't mind all the dirt and weeds in the back yard. Someday we will actually have a fence, and grass to play on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335055882077655554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SgntDvQY0gI/AAAAAAAAALQ/O4kqcftH1Gw/s320/Hunter+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-1132231709978492648?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/1132231709978492648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=1132231709978492648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/1132231709978492648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/1132231709978492648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/05/halies-new-house.html' title='Halie&apos;s new house'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SgnqqFB305I/AAAAAAAAALA/3T4Q_oBKWbU/s72-c/Hunter+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-8785621129306784818</id><published>2009-05-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:25:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest edition to our family HUNTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SftULnwFcjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VUXrdqKidaI/s1600-h/Hunter+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330947142549074482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SftULnwFcjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VUXrdqKidaI/s320/Hunter+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On April 10 Hunter joined our crazy family. He was 7 lbs 14 ozs and 20 in long. So far our life has been absolutely insane. He had jaundice for the first 10 days really bad, so we had to put him in his very own tanning bed, and have him tested everyday. It was so sad to watch the nurses take blood from his little feet. Hunter is definately a different baby than Halie. Halie was the perfect baby she never cried and slept through the night on the 2nd night home. Hunter is a bit colicy and doesnt want to sleep at night. He is fussy at night and has so much gas it isnt funny. I am not the nicest person in the world when I don't get sleep, so it has been really hard. The good news is it can only get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330949388447913506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SftWOWYGFiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mxgyFHTVCUY/s320/Hunter+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halie has been the biggest helper. Sometimes more than you need or want. She loves to get the diapers and bring his clothes for bed. I know she loves being a big sister. She is constently kissing him. We have to watch her because no matter how many times we say be soft she just doesn't understand the meaning. When he cries she covers her ears and tells him to be quiet. Then she tells us Huntoo is being loud. Halie has called him buddy boy, or baby Huntoo since we found out we were having a boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330953096867059602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SftZmNUHl5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/NbNw4tyqCgQ/s320/Hunter+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hunter has Brett's looks and personality already. Now both my kids are spitting images of their dad. I guess I just carry them for 9 months and that's all. I just want someone to say oh they look like you a little.  It has been insane having 2 kids, but a lot of fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-8785621129306784818?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/8785621129306784818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=8785621129306784818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/8785621129306784818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/8785621129306784818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2009/05/newest-edition-to-our-family-hunter.html' title='The newest edition to our family HUNTER!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/SftULnwFcjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VUXrdqKidaI/s72-c/Hunter+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-6277342615951970884</id><published>2008-01-03T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:55.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party!!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight we had a couple of our closest friends come over to celebrate Halie's 1st birthday. We ate cupcakes and had ice cream. And played with toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33S7cIr48I/AAAAAAAAAF4/DKM5M8iR4pY/s1600-h/DSCI1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151505467388453826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33S7cIr48I/AAAAAAAAAF4/DKM5M8iR4pY/s320/DSCI1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although Halie wasnt the happiest party goer. She hated the hat. She looked so cute in it, but she would not leave it on happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151507279864652754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33Uk8Ir49I/AAAAAAAAAGA/rJ_62IN1nyc/s320/DSCI1008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I guess I have taught Halie well, because as soon as her hand got frosting on it, it was all over. She started crying, until I cleaned it off. She did not want to get dirty. As a mother, that is what you want, but on her birthday I wanted her to get messy. She wanted no part of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151508190397719522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33VZ8Ir4-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NVcmZeorylM/s320/DSCI1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; As long as she had the spoon she was ok to eat the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151508413736018930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33Vm8Ir4_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kivH50zB0HQ/s320/DSCI1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My friend Jacqui's daughter Brooklyn has the same farm set, so she was explaining how to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151509878319866898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33W8MIr5BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dRdC6S4KHLc/s320/DSCI1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151510909112017954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33X4MIr5CI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7TwFo-r5oPg/s320/DSCI1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; What a dang cutie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151511248414434354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33YL8Ir5DI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3SlQ8Hel0_w/s320/DSCI1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Halie has been in the loviest mood lately. She has been hugging every doll she has. I have no idea what got in to her, because she has always been the baby who never cuddles, so lately I have been enjoying all the hugs she gives. She kisses Brett and me with her mouth wide open, and pretty much licks our faces. It is so precious. No matter how wet you end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151511647846392898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33YjMIr5EI/AAAAAAAAAG4/c_3nIOD4YZM/s320/DSCI1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Not quite sure what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151512730178151506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33ZiMIr5FI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JmCegsT7_aM/s320/DSCI1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-6277342615951970884?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/6277342615951970884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=6277342615951970884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6277342615951970884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6277342615951970884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33S7cIr48I/AAAAAAAAAF4/DKM5M8iR4pY/s72-c/DSCI1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-6504111592334214936</id><published>2008-01-03T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:56.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halie's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that a year and a day ago, this is what I looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33OE8Ir45I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0jb1s6qGKHc/s1600-h/IMG_5499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151500133039072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33OE8Ir45I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0jb1s6qGKHc/s320/IMG_5499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then our princess came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151503843890815906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33Rc8Ir46I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ur0jMubz5RU/s320/DSCF0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a year later here is our princess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151504372171793330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33R7sIr47I/AAAAAAAAAFw/EuEuhwHfmpw/s320/DSCI1042.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/3375549392156741352-6504111592334214936?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/6504111592334214936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=6504111592334214936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6504111592334214936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6504111592334214936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2008/01/halies-1st-birthday.html' title='Halie&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R33OE8Ir45I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0jb1s6qGKHc/s72-c/IMG_5499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-5957090358205730208</id><published>2007-12-25T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:57.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halie's 1st Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3G-CsIr4uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kDXzzuext1U/s1600-h/DSCI0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148104802477794018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3G-CsIr4uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kDXzzuext1U/s320/DSCI0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of the time the children wake up before the parents on christmas morning. Not my Halie bug. Brett and I were standing over her crib at 10:00 this morning. We were waiting for her to wake up. We were the kids waiting to open the presents. Halie has always slept in late. Any other time I don't mind, but today I was dying. Finally at 10:30 she woke up. We brought her in to our living room and thought she would open all the presents. We have had presents under our tree for a few days. The whole time they were under there she would not leave them alone. We kept telling her "no no", so I think this morning she was nervous to open any. All she wanted to do was play she wasnt interested in unwraping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148105111715439346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3G-UsIr4vI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-BrjrYmsgCI/s320/DSCI0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148105463902757634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3G-pMIr4wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DJ9FoDJHUQk/s320/DSCI0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was very jealous because my parents gave her a little desk that sings and reads stories. She has played with that toy more than any other toy she got. I could not wait to give her this doll house and she has barely played with it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148108058063004450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3HBAMIr4yI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pt1bZCIG1M4/s320/DSCI0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that Halie thinks she is invinsible like her dad. They think they can do anything. She stands on toys, boxes anything she can. If she happens to fall over she never even crys. She is so tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148107345098433298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3HAWsIr4xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3n6R4NaPYRE/s320/DSCI0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After about 2 hours of playing with her toys she got tired and fell asleep. Which is very weird, because she never takes naps. She slept for about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148109557006590770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3HCXcIr4zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1GqDVu05MsI/s320/DSCI0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After she woke up she was sitting with Brett and I told her to smile and this is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148109823294563138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3HCm8Ir40I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YP8-oOxTHEo/s320/DSCI0979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally She played with my doll house. I have waited all day. When I started working on getting dinner ready she started playing with the house. I was so excited!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148119628704899922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3HLhsIr41I/AAAAAAAAAFA/nXGmunQkHZE/s320/DSCI0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a cutie!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148120032431825762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3HL5MIr42I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3tVYsLyPRDE/s320/DSCI0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aunt Jackie and uncle Braden got her a sippie cup. If only you could hear the squeaky noises she makes with it. It has a rubber spout on it and  she was rubbing it on her gums. It was hilarious. Once she realized that we were laughing at her, she started laughing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148121750418744178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3HNdMIr43I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jY99TNhsNOI/s320/DSCI0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148122313059459970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3HN98Ir44I/AAAAAAAAAFY/HU3X5VlXMug/s320/DSCI0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-5957090358205730208?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/5957090358205730208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=5957090358205730208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5957090358205730208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/5957090358205730208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/12/halies-1st-christmas.html' title='Halie&apos;s 1st Christmas'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R3G-CsIr4uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kDXzzuext1U/s72-c/DSCI0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-7820366576642265793</id><published>2007-12-06T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:57.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Candy Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jE9zRB3oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ni6KEBFZzEA/s1600-h/DSCI0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141075540656119426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jE9zRB3oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ni6KEBFZzEA/s320/DSCI0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halie thinks she is a big girl, and that she can eat fruit roll ups with Brett and I. I give her little tiny pieces and she wants more and more. I had a piece on my finger and I looked away for a half a second and this is what happend. Halie attached her mouth to my finger. She sucked the roll up off my finger. Then she gets mad when you take it away. She thinks she can eat anything and I mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141077164153757330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jGcTRB3pI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hJcbq_6_adM/s320/DSCI0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-7820366576642265793?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/7820366576642265793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=7820366576642265793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/7820366576642265793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/7820366576642265793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/12/candy-candy-candy.html' title='Candy Candy Candy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jE9zRB3oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Ni6KEBFZzEA/s72-c/DSCI0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-937894485615474654</id><published>2007-12-06T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:58.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jEHDRB3mI/AAAAAAAAADo/G1QLH7KBRTY/s1600-h/DSCI0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141074600058281570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jEHDRB3mI/AAAAAAAAADo/G1QLH7KBRTY/s320/DSCI0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jCMDRB3lI/AAAAAAAAADg/uOE-zIC7Dlo/s1600-h/DSCI0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141072486934371922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jCMDRB3lI/AAAAAAAAADg/uOE-zIC7Dlo/s320/DSCI0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halie's new word this week is duck. Everything is duck. This week we took her to one of the many duck ponds we have here in sunny St. George. I think she thought she was in heaven. She kept saying "daddy duck" "papa duck" "duck duck duck". She was having so much fun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141074909295926898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jEZDRB3nI/AAAAAAAAADw/knnV26hR9Lw/s320/DSCI0937.JPG" border="0" /&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/3375549392156741352-937894485615474654?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/937894485615474654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=937894485615474654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/937894485615474654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/937894485615474654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/12/ducks.html' title='Ducks'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1jEHDRB3mI/AAAAAAAAADo/G1QLH7KBRTY/s72-c/DSCI0934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-3734917786614969191</id><published>2007-12-06T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:58.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing A Fit Over Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1i_VjRB3kI/AAAAAAAAADY/vPDub_w0eVI/s1600-h/DSCF0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141069351608245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1i_VjRB3kI/AAAAAAAAADY/vPDub_w0eVI/s320/DSCF0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knows why she is crying. Halie has learned to that she gets everything she wants. Last week my grandma came to visit. We went to Costco and we made the mistake of going down the toy aisle. My grandma let Halie play with a toy, when we were done with the toy aisle we put the toy back and wow did she throw a fit. I was so mad. She cryed and arched her back, until my grandma said "oh I will buy if for her" as soon as she said that Halie stopped crying. It was turned off as fast as it started.  She points at things and that is was she wants, and thats what she is going to get, according to her. What a stinker.&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/3375549392156741352-3734917786614969191?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/3734917786614969191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=3734917786614969191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/3734917786614969191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/3734917786614969191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/12/throwing-fit-over-nothing.html' title='Throwing A Fit Over Nothing'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1i_VjRB3kI/AAAAAAAAADY/vPDub_w0eVI/s72-c/DSCF0606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-6306771269430013286</id><published>2007-12-06T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:58.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Naughty Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1i-ljRB3iI/AAAAAAAAADI/LMLXbfUYkhY/s1600-h/DSCF0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141068526974524962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1i-ljRB3iI/AAAAAAAAADI/LMLXbfUYkhY/s320/DSCF0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Halie has figured out how to open the cupboards. I can't keep her out of my tupperware. I have to watch her every sencond or she is into something she should not be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141068746017857074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1i-yTRB3jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HtpIYKuBx-Q/s320/DSCF0610.JPG" border="0" /&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/3375549392156741352-6306771269430013286?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/6306771269430013286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=6306771269430013286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6306771269430013286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6306771269430013286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-naughty-part-2.html' title='Being Naughty Part 2'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1i-ljRB3iI/AAAAAAAAADI/LMLXbfUYkhY/s72-c/DSCF0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-2459533130254932763</id><published>2007-12-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:54:59.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Naughty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1SSTjRB3gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hdvV2RY3dUk/s1600-R/DSCF0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139893939318414850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1SSTjRB3gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/63BQgPSPYLA/s320/DSCF0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I was making lunch and I had left the fridge open because I was going back to get something else. When I turned around I found Halie in it. Playing with the coke. Even though I was happy to see she liked the coke I feel she is a little young to get hooked. I picked up my camera to take a picture I got one without her knowing then she turned around and knew she was in trouble. She knows if she smiles at me it melts my heart and I can't get mad at her. So she smiled with her hand over her mouth, so she wouldnt get in to much trouble. For the last couple weeks it is a race to get anything out of the fridge. Halie attacks when you open it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139894446124555794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1SSxDRB3hI/AAAAAAAAADA/YRohC5vbolU/s320/DSCF0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-2459533130254932763?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/2459533130254932763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=2459533130254932763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/2459533130254932763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/2459533130254932763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-naughty.html' title='Being Naughty'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R1SSTjRB3gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/63BQgPSPYLA/s72-c/DSCF0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-6151949655407168692</id><published>2007-11-29T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:55:00.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R09hsBGQ4GI/AAAAAAAAACY/JvWV334uwpg/s1600-h/edited_MG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138433108689870946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R09hsBGQ4GI/AAAAAAAAACY/JvWV334uwpg/s320/edited_MG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother's girlfriend Brea took these pictures of my family last time we were in Orem. They turned out better than I could ever have imagined. Thank goodness she had the patience to take 8 million pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138433722870194290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R09iPxGQ4HI/AAAAAAAAACg/pkNWbzjXJNQ/s320/edited_MG_9826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All I wanted was a picture of our family because we have them with Halie and I or Brett and Halie, but none with all three of us. My goal that weekend was to not leave without one. I think we ended up with some really good ones. Pictures are not the same with a baby they don't just smile like grown ups. Thanks to Brea she got some really good ones and we were even all looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138435097259729026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R09jfxGQ4II/AAAAAAAAACo/9pjKH0DMyIU/s320/edited_MG_9897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who would have thought Brett loves his little princess!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138435951958220946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R09kRhGQ4JI/AAAAAAAAACw/Irs4iVZS_i4/s320/edited_MG_0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I loved this picture. Halie with Grandma and Grandpa Sorrells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thanks again, Brea, for the sweet pictures!&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/3375549392156741352-6151949655407168692?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/6151949655407168692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=6151949655407168692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6151949655407168692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6151949655407168692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/11/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R09hsBGQ4GI/AAAAAAAAACY/JvWV334uwpg/s72-c/edited_MG_0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-7054941990569334443</id><published>2007-11-24T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:55:00.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0jZkBGQ4FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lzWBSVCiqwk/s1600-h/DSCI0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136594587809275986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0jZkBGQ4FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lzWBSVCiqwk/s320/DSCI0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell I can't seem to get the food into Halies mouth fast enough. She has always been an eater from day one. A normal feeding consists of 3 jars of baby food and most of the time 6 ounces of formula. Most of the time I feed Halie first then Brett and I eat, but Halie thinks she needs to eat again with us. The only food I have come across so far that I can not get her to eat is bananas. Everything else she loves expecially ice.&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/3375549392156741352-7054941990569334443?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/7054941990569334443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=7054941990569334443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/7054941990569334443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/7054941990569334443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/11/eating-time.html' title='Eating Time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0jZkBGQ4FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lzWBSVCiqwk/s72-c/DSCI0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-6185196874496670366</id><published>2007-11-18T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:55:00.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0DZ2hGQ4DI/AAAAAAAAACA/b-TYIm6k8Ls/s1600-h/DSCI0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134343105823170610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0DZ2hGQ4DI/AAAAAAAAACA/b-TYIm6k8Ls/s320/DSCI0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett has always wanted to give Halie a mohawk, but people already think Halie is a boy way more often than they should.  So, while at home in the bath is about the only time she gets to have a mohawk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134344286939177026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0Da7RGQ4EI/AAAAAAAAACI/ABSdxzmgByY/s320/DSCI0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-6185196874496670366?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/6185196874496670366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=6185196874496670366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6185196874496670366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6185196874496670366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/11/mohawk.html' title='Mohawk'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0DZ2hGQ4DI/AAAAAAAAACA/b-TYIm6k8Ls/s72-c/DSCI0886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-6484022186691217039</id><published>2007-11-18T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:55:00.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sami Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0DYLBGQ4CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Y_QP_NE9NM/s1600-h/DSCI0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134341258987233314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0DYLBGQ4CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Y_QP_NE9NM/s320/DSCI0890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brett loves Suzuki Samurai's. It seems we always have one project or another with cars. This is the project of this month, as you can tell it is a beauty. Brett is always looking for cheap UGLY cars or sami's to buy and fix up. His intentions are to lift it (thats what he is doing in the picture), and but some different body parts on it and sell it. My guess is when it all done he will want to keep it and wheel it, but I am going to put my foot down on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134340825195536402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0DXxxGQ4BI/AAAAAAAAABw/P9hRiE08udU/s320/DSCI0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-6484022186691217039?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/6484022186691217039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=6484022186691217039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6484022186691217039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/6484022186691217039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/11/sami-projects.html' title='Sami Projects'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/R0DYLBGQ4CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9Y_QP_NE9NM/s72-c/DSCI0890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-1488357313793049721</id><published>2007-11-16T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:55:01.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Remotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Rz5VOBGQ3-I/AAAAAAAAABY/m688erR4uXM/s1600-h/DSCI0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133634324550180834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Rz5VOBGQ3-I/AAAAAAAAABY/m688erR4uXM/s320/DSCI0875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133632855671365586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Rz5T4hGQ39I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2OsEw-gUZWs/s320/DSCI0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a nintendo Wii and for some reason Halie loves to play with the remotes. Anytime we we put her on the couch she practically runs over to where we keep the remotes so she can play with them. She puts the cords around the back of her neck, and plays. She also sits in her bouncer except the bouncer is flipped upside down. She sits and plays like this for a least an hour, and keeps herself totally happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-1488357313793049721?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/1488357313793049721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=1488357313793049721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/1488357313793049721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/1488357313793049721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/11/wii-remotes.html' title='Wii Remotes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Rz5VOBGQ3-I/AAAAAAAAABY/m688erR4uXM/s72-c/DSCI0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-9212836251827884744</id><published>2007-11-14T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:55:01.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RztuyW_tJUI/AAAAAAAAABI/hoKL623NhTk/s1600-h/DSCI0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132818011764106562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RztuyW_tJUI/AAAAAAAAABI/hoKL623NhTk/s400/DSCI0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RzttW2_tJTI/AAAAAAAAABA/WzrEkKxmaH0/s1600-h/DSCI0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132816439806076210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RzttW2_tJTI/AAAAAAAAABA/WzrEkKxmaH0/s400/DSCI0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the only time of the day that Halie will cry is when I take her out of the bath. She is a fish.  She has loved the water from the start.  She wont cry in the bath.  It is when she sees me get the towel.  That is when it all starts. It is the same thing when we go to the pool.  She sees the towel and its all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-9212836251827884744?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/9212836251827884744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=9212836251827884744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/9212836251827884744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/9212836251827884744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/11/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RztuyW_tJUI/AAAAAAAAABI/hoKL623NhTk/s72-c/DSCI0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-2088581071865852018</id><published>2007-11-14T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:55:01.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RztsCm_tJSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QWYBH71zSLo/s1600-h/DSCI0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132814992402097442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RztsCm_tJSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QWYBH71zSLo/s400/DSCI0822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RztrMG_tJRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hbXd4zWVlkE/s1600-h/DSCI0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132814056099226898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RztrMG_tJRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hbXd4zWVlkE/s400/DSCI0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Halie was born she has not taken naps, maybe 2 cat naps of 20 minutes each, never a full 2 hour naps like most kids her age.  Everyday I put her in her favorite toy we own, the Johnny Jumper. This toy has saved my life. This is how I keep her in one spot long enough to get a shower in everyday. Today she was jumping, laughing, and playing when all of the sudden it got very quiet. Halie is never quiet so I knew something was going on. I walked down the hallway to where she was and this is what I saw.&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/3375549392156741352-2088581071865852018?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/2088581071865852018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=2088581071865852018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/2088581071865852018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/2088581071865852018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/11/taking-nap.html' title='Taking A Nap'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/RztsCm_tJSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QWYBH71zSLo/s72-c/DSCI0822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375549392156741352.post-2906844367956826997</id><published>2007-11-11T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:55:01.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to our blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Rzd26WlU88I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcEIdF6RM_Y/s1600-h/IMG_6681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Rzd26WlU88I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcEIdF6RM_Y/s400/IMG_6681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131701045278602178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the location of our new blog!  Come and visit us often and see the pictures of our darling little bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3375549392156741352-2906844367956826997?l=haliebug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/feeds/2906844367956826997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3375549392156741352&amp;postID=2906844367956826997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/2906844367956826997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375549392156741352/posts/default/2906844367956826997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haliebug.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-our-blog.html' title='Welcome to our blog!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580645295248907427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/S1jeBnmU7JI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VZO4zWJ5gJw/S220/phone+3+187.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xI5Xp07W4ic/Rzd26WlU88I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RcEIdF6RM_Y/s72-c/IMG_6681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
