<?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-6110779243107673271</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:52:27.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of...</title><subtitle type='html'>Dave Nancy Ashley Natalie Addison and Emery</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-5157414827640229103</id><published>2009-11-01T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:01:40.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father like daughters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Su08UPiw-NI/AAAAAAAABWA/GfuUj_uBp4U/s800/2009_09_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave took the girls golfing one last time before the weather turned a couple of weeks ago. Natalie golfs like me, and thinks that you have to hit the ball with all the force you can muster. She got a little frustrated and liked driving the cart instead. Ashley is a great golfer, she has the patience and determination for the game and loves to go hit balls with Dave. Look at how awesome her swing is! I love that there is a sport that my girls will hopefully enjoy playing with their dad....since the thought of Dave dancing or doing gymnastics with them is VERY unlikely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first attempt to create a collage. It's not fancy and one of the pictures looks like crap, but oh well. Maybe that will help any other attempts look that much better. I had to pick an event where just a few pictures were taken to experiment and this was it. Now on to the heavier lifting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-5157414827640229103?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5157414827640229103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-father-like-daughters.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5157414827640229103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5157414827640229103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-father-like-daughters.html' title='Like Father like daughters?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Su08UPiw-NI/AAAAAAAABWA/GfuUj_uBp4U/s72-c/2009_09_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-1096832424126439427</id><published>2009-09-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:14:51.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man, is my mom really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; behind on our blog?? I can't look, just tell me when she's caught up! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383800839843451314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcaVthRkbI/AAAAAAAABTg/CeWh-wAE9Is/s800/IMG_4829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how it happened, but instead of just being 3-4 posts behind, all of a sudden I'm like 10 behind...and now summer has passed and school has started...and I am still playing catch-up instead of keep-up. Oh well. It's all good and I will get there one day now that I am friends with blogging again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School started back up at the end of August this year and I was so excited that the girls got into Early Light Academy, a charter school up the street that just opened this year. So far I'm really impressed with everything about this school from the Director to the curriculum, and especially how organized they are....best of all I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE that they have to wear uniforms!!! It's just such a piece of cake for the girls to get ready in the morning (I don't have to veto any "creative" ensembles). It's so nice that you can buy school uniforms anywhere too, I don't love shopping and anytime I don't have to go to a mall I am a happy girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Srb-3_ieRwI/AAAAAAAABRo/IDwx4zDwnA4/s1600-h/Pictures-Sept05+637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383770642470291202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Srb-3_ieRwI/AAAAAAAABRo/IDwx4zDwnA4/s400/Pictures-Sept05+637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found an old picture of sweet little Ash when she graduated from her 1st year of pre-school at Small Wonders and I can't believe how much she's grown up. She has always loved school and learning and I love that about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley on her 1st day of 3rd grade. All smiles at first in her cute little jumper...but unfortunately that didn't last long. Ashley had a rough first week of school. I think that for so long she has been used to everything coming easy to her. She's always been a quick learner and I don't think she was expecting 3rd grade to be this hard. She was a little overwhelmed at first, and also sad that she had "only"made 5 new friends when there are 12 girls in her class. I think that coming from a &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383774899871941426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcCvzmIAzI/AAAAAAAABSA/QPNNM_8r4to/s800/IMG_4577_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;private school where you were BFF's with your whole class has made adapting to this new school a little harder. Luckily, after a few nights of Dave helping her with her math and science (he is far better at patiently explaining) she was finally excited about school again - whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of cute Natalie from her pre-school days and I can't believe how different she looks! She was also lucky enough to&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Srb_HKZIknI/AAAAAAAABRw/wj1RQW6_cyM/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383770903081947762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Srb_HKZIknI/AAAAAAAABRw/wj1RQW6_cyM/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have Miss Annie as a teacher as well and loved going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Natalie got a bloody nose on her 1st day of school and then proceeded to get one on day 2 also!! It was kind of a fluke incident. She gets them at home every so often, but never 2 days in a row and what a bummer that it happened at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcLA9mOxeI/AAAAAAAABTY/FgpxEoChoC8/s1600-h/IMG_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383783990707537378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcLA9mOxeI/AAAAAAAABTY/FgpxEoChoC8/s400/IMG_4636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcG7BJGg5I/AAAAAAAABSo/nJeQALV0UAA/s1600-h/IMG_4637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie has Mrs. Hassard this year as her teacher and I was so excited when I found out. Mrs. Hassard is the epitome of what a kingergarten teacher should be like. I don't think her voice is capable of being raised anything above "grandma level" and she is so sweet and loving. She hugs all the kids and tells them how great they are and Natalie loves her already. We lucked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcG7pCVk5I/AAAAAAAABSw/q7wAa2dpOvA/s1600-h/IMG_4641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383779501242422162" style="alt: " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcG7pCVk5I/AAAAAAAABSw/q7wAa2dpOvA/s800/IMG_4641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I already mention how much I love the simplicity of uniforms? ☺&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcG6ZSZeSI/AAAAAAAABSg/UQ1N9oX-ifI/s1600-h/IMG_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is lucky enough to have one of her BFF's in her class. She and Tiegan are so funny together and I'm glad that they are friends. Andrea (Tiegan's mom) is one of my good friends and I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; glad she gave me the heads up about this school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcG8R_LV2I/AAAAAAAABS4/qqz7b9Jv_f4/s1600-h/IMG_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383779512235022178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcG8R_LV2I/AAAAAAAABS4/qqz7b9Jv_f4/s400/IMG_4643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie was so excited when I picked her up from school on the first day. Her only complaint was that she didn't get to eat lunch at school and stay longer - I hear ya girlfriend!! I took the 3 youngest to lunch to "celebrate" and of course Natalie picked McDonalds. I conceded because it was her day and the girls were fat happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcFh0JNCRI/AAAAAAAABSY/2cyYy1zqmJk/s1600-h/IMG_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383777958035786002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcFh0JNCRI/AAAAAAAABSY/2cyYy1zqmJk/s800/IMG_4646.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peekaboo&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;.remember&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383782045841578434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcJPwaDWcI/AAAAAAAABTI/TG_rK4NA5Pg/s400/IMG_3906a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bazillion pictures of this goofy little monkey to catch up on, but here's one for the grandmas in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you guys! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383782062623963746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcJQu7SOmI/AAAAAAAABTQ/alxzU7TdebQ/s800/IMG_3910a.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/6110779243107673271-1096832424126439427?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1096832424126439427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-daze.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/1096832424126439427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/1096832424126439427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-daze.html' title='School Daze'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SrcaVthRkbI/AAAAAAAABTg/CeWh-wAE9Is/s72-c/IMG_4829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-4448785912112266245</id><published>2009-08-16T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:27:46.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You want me to do WHAT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SojAIfO2LaI/AAAAAAAABNk/muYPU5s5tdI/s1600-h/33.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370753807694572962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 385px; height: 202px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SojAIfO2LaI/AAAAAAAABNk/muYPU5s5tdI/s400/33.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Picture this...you and 11 of your closest friends running day and night, relay-style, for 188 miles through some of the most scenic terrain North America could muster. Add in live bands, inside jokes and a mild case of sleep deprivation. The result? Some call it a slumber party without sleep, pillows or deodorant. We call it a Ragnar Relay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the intro on the Ragnar Relay homepage that I was SO fortunate to be able to run this year. My friend Robyn called me Friday afternoon SUPER last minute when her Jeremy (her hubby) ended up with swine flu. She didn't beat around the bush much, just asked if I was still nursing (sorry Emmy, you got 6 months before I called it quits) and then asked if there was any way I could go to Logan with her to run in a 24-hour relay...and oh yeah, they were leaving in 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd heard of the Wasatch Back before and I've always been intrigued by the idea of running it, but didn't really think I could pull it off. I told her maybe, to keep checking w/other people, and that I'd call her back. I really didn't think it would work out, but I think it was meant to be because after about a dozen phone calls arranging sitters, covering my church lesson, cancelling play-dates, missing my aunt's birthday dinner (sorry Mirna!), and packing faster than I ever have before, I was off! Luckily between a couple of awesome sitters, and of course Dave, I knew my kids were in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiYzeqsTuI/AAAAAAAABKM/4yiKiE2u9gM/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370710565812195042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiYzeqsTuI/AAAAAAAABKM/4yiKiE2u9gM/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know anyone of the 12 runners except for Robyn and Kirk, who went to my same High School and is 1 year younger than me. The other 4 people in the car were strangers but were so nice and easy to hang out with that I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Here's Robyn "modifying" the names on the car...sorry Jeremy but we all laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370705856382484402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiUhWrJv7I/AAAAAAAABJ0/zkRcVS1bgZc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Amber, me, Robyn, Heather, Kirk, and Troy...we were van #1 and our team name was "Back on Crack" named after the team's sponsor, Collard Chiropractic. It was so funny to see all the decorated vans, goofy costumes, and to be around all that energy! We wore bands dedicated to "Sadie", Heather's niece who had cancer and passed away just a week after the race. Click &lt;a href="http://sadiehuish.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotions-of-week.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read her blog. It's so, so sad but I'm always so blown away by how strong people can be when they have to be. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370708675334725314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiXFcFvXsI/AAAAAAAABKE/S3b3mmNvCI8/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiaRcWFEsI/AAAAAAAABKc/Ds0Yjepy-Ho/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370712180096570050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiaRcWFEsI/AAAAAAAABKc/Ds0Yjepy-Ho/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiaGZInTXI/AAAAAAAABKU/1JqQmFqJ3Ak/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370711990256225650" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiaGZInTXI/AAAAAAAABKU/1JqQmFqJ3Ak/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was definately a buzz in the air and as the starting time drew nearer my stomach started getting jittery! Here is Kirk leading our team as runner #1. He was cool as a cucumber and wasn't one bit nervous...but I sure was! The second he started I thought "oh crap, I'm next!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiaijwSrrI/AAAAAAAABKk/C5GG1HXDx4c/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370712474143338162" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiaijwSrrI/AAAAAAAABKk/C5GG1HXDx4c/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiapCUH_eI/AAAAAAAABKs/hNLHWDYl6Ww/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370712585425911266" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiapCUH_eI/AAAAAAAABKs/hNLHWDYl6Ww/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been running enough here and there to know I would do okay, but it is one thing to run on your own on a route you're familiar with, and a WHOLE different experience to run as part of a relay team, with semi-strangers cheering you on, in the mountains, not knowing what to expect. I was runner #2, so luckily I didn't have a lot of time to think about any of that before it was my turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soib33aDgQI/AAAAAAAABK0/-DKS3Xmo0lc/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370713939707658498" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soib33aDgQI/AAAAAAAABK0/-DKS3Xmo0lc/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soib9h72YcI/AAAAAAAABK8/-10WppB2Sfg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370714037023039938" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soib9h72YcI/AAAAAAAABK8/-10WppB2Sfg/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me starting off on my 1st of 3 legs during the next 24 hours. I had 6.7 miles to do mostly on a gradual uphill but I knew I'd be fine as soon as I started running...until I rounded the corner about 3 miles in and saw a big mother HILL that I was supposed to run up! Hill grades always look easier on &lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/index.php?option=com_dynamicpages&amp;amp;Itemid=32&amp;amp;page=legMaps&amp;amp;raceName=wasatchback&amp;amp;paceID=2&amp;amp;leg=2#legmaps"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this hill looked didn't look fun at all so I just concentrated on looking at the road a few feet ahead of me. Eventually the road flattened out and I felt so relieved to have my hardest leg done and knew that the other two legs would be a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370718047291747330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 254px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soifm9WarAI/AAAAAAAABLc/T0V3ro3iUI8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is me handing off to Heather. Heather was one of the strongest runners in our van. She had some of the longest stretches and was really a solid runner. She was also hilarious. She's married to Kirk and they were so much fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoigjxWQCPI/AAAAAAAABLk/7zz8Spvbplw/s1600-h/100_5164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370719092041844978" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoigjxWQCPI/AAAAAAAABLk/7zz8Spvbplw/s400/100_5164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Heather it was Robyn's turn...doesn't she look so excited to run? Robyn's knee was being difficult and decided it wanted to hurt but you would never know it. She ran like a champ and found her groove. One of Robyn's legs was at night, look at her cut&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soijps8n4bI/AAAAAAAABLs/mcAntKc9ZAE/s1600-h/26.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370722492474712498" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soijps8n4bI/AAAAAAAABLs/mcAntKc9ZAE/s400/26.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e get-up! This was her best leg. She felt great and you could tell since she was passing runners left and right. Robyn would give other runners motivation as she passed and would either tell them "good job" or give them low fives as she passed. This is totally Robyn. She is the best at making people feel good about themselves, and it's totally sincere. I usually get secretly excited the more people I pass in a race and imagine leaving them in my dust. Big difference between the two of us, but hey, everyone has their own running style right? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoimHR20g5I/AAAAAAAABL0/eMC9BDNfS-U/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370725199621948306" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoimHR20g5I/AAAAAAAABL0/eMC9BDNfS-U/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Robyn handing off to Amber. Amber is a fantastic runner. She has long, long Robyn and Tawny legs and a really short stride. I'd take her stride any day though, if I could run as fast as she did. One of her legs was primarily downhill and I think she averaged like a 7 minute mile for almost 6 miles! Troy is Amber's husband and he was also a fantastic runner. Between the two of them they have done a ton of marathons. Troy is such a nice guy and was always one of the ones bringing us water while we ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both he and Kirk are one of those rare men that are genuinely nice and are always thinking about others. Maybe that's the reason Kirk is Bishop at age 34? At one really difficult point in the race both guys decided that maybe some of the other runners would like some orange slices and they both peeled a bunch and just held them out for other runners to enjoy. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiomCvOlyI/AAAAAAAABL8/GP6309MuCjY/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370727927162771234" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiomCvOlyI/AAAAAAAABL8/GP6309MuCjY/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was sort of the theme of this relay though, people helping each other out while we ran a total of 188 miles (including van#2). It's not something anyone can do alone (even though there are those crazies out there who supposedly have) and the feelings of camaraderie, friendship, love and support, and positivity was so prominent it was hard not to think of this as one of my favorite experiences that I've had.&lt;br /&gt;Case in point, Amber squeezing ice-cold water on Troy after one of his more brutal legs (he had the hardest legs in our van)and Kirk ready with water and life-savers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiuBNz57fI/AAAAAAAABME/ZPYmz_VTfbI/s1600-h/28.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370733891549785586" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiuBNz57fI/AAAAAAAABME/ZPYmz_VTfbI/s400/28.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me handing off to Heather after my last leg. I can honestly say that it was kind of bittersweet when my job was done. It was a relief on one hand because my body wasn't used to running 13 miles in one day and my knee was starting to hurt. But I was sad too, because it really was fun running with our group through this gorgeous backdrop, and I remember thinking during my last leg that I hoped I could remember this experience forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370734719981101282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soiuxb9UoOI/AAAAAAAABM0/xv6xyMlCniU/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes, it really was this pretty!...and can you believe that me of all people forgot my camera??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soi8DcgxwBI/AAAAAAAABNU/U5HBomRDUWA/s1600-h/24.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370749323018616850" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 243px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soi8DcgxwBI/AAAAAAAABNU/U5HBomRDUWA/s320/24.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bathing in this freezing cold lake after we were all done with our first legs should be permeated in my mind forever! This was THE coldest water I've ever been in, let alone bathed in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soi9Rn7_eDI/AAAAAAAABNc/h2b0g28AqTQ/s1600-h/29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370750666115348530" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Soi9Rn7_eDI/AAAAAAAABNc/h2b0g28AqTQ/s400/29.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiucCpK55I/AAAAAAAABMk/l2C3wCy7vvs/s1600-h/27.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MILE TO GO!!! This was Robyn's last mile on the last leg for the van. We all got out to cheer her on! It was so exciting to think that we were almost done with our almost 100 mile journey!! Robyn did so awesome her last mile and sprinted like a mad woman at the end. I wish I had a pic to show how focused and determined she finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 years ago when I ran the St. George marathon I started off running with a friend but midway she got a cramp and told me to go on. I finished at a respectable 4 1/2 hours and at the time it was my favorite running experience because I had trained with a fun group of people from Franklin Covey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later I did the Top Of Utah Marathon and met a lady on the bus ride up the canyon that I ended up talking to the majority of the race. I still remember that her name was Vicky Kloberdanz and that she was a way better runner than me and helped me finish at an even more respectable time of 4:09. That experience was also awesome because I had beat my goal. I remember thinking I would scrabbook about it one day. HA! HA! famous last words. I'd love to run another marathon one day and do it under 4 hours. It would also be so fun to run one with Dave or with my girls when they get older. But until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370734550801162514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 303px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoiunltroRI/AAAAAAAABMs/N_4921mfUlA/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this race will be my favorite. I'm so glad &lt;a href="http://jerandrobynjohnson.blogspot.com/2009/08/run-drive-sleep-repeat.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Robyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thought to call (sorry it had to be at Jeremy's expense), and so glad I jumped at the opportunity. Thanks again Robyn!! 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She started school on the 5th of this month and was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; excited the whole time I was getting her ready. She's our only kid that went to pre-school at 2 (only because I didn't know about it sooner) so she's an old-pro when it comes to school. I'm just glad this year she's officially potty-trained! It took way longer than it should have, but this kid has a mind of her own and made sure I knew it. Either way, it was a victory for both of us. She's still doing the pull-up thing at night, but I can live with that. BTW, notice that Addie's hand only looks like it's in her pocket...like father like daughter I guess (Al Bundy would be so proud!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZk6ClZeuI/AAAAAAAABJc/eslvIhhNuDo/s1600-h/IMG_4051_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370090553974815458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZk6ClZeuI/AAAAAAAABJc/eslvIhhNuDo/s400/IMG_4051_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZaIVc_VPI/AAAAAAAABIs/khSGRFhVTVM/s1600-h/IMG_4037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370078704930084082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZaIVc_VPI/AAAAAAAABIs/khSGRFhVTVM/s400/IMG_4037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told her to sit on the step for a picture and she sat in the furthest corner closest to the spiderwebs and creepy crawlies. Goofy kid. I figured she'd just sit in the middle of the step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZaGZ_xndI/AAAAAAAABIU/btoAxY9WPdg/s1600-h/IMG_4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370078671789989330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZaGZ_xndI/AAAAAAAABIU/btoAxY9WPdg/s400/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison wanted to take her Dora backback to school and luckily she had put some Dora books in it that she was able to use for show-and-tell. I barely remembered to put a bra on that morning, so show-and-tell didn't have a chance. I only glanced at the calendar they gave us at orientation, so it's a good thing Addie picked up my slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZaJIL64pI/AAAAAAAABI0/ggIRFg9Slwk/s1600-h/IMG_4041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370078718548697746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZaJIL64pI/AAAAAAAABI0/ggIRFg9Slwk/s400/IMG_4041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still smiling...can you tell someone was excited? All of my girls have gone to Small Wonders Pre-school and I love it. This sounds funny, but I love how CLEAN it always smells too. The teachers are so loving, the classes small, they have tiny little potties that the kids love, cute holiday programs, and my kids all learn the basics which is awesome. Personally I also feel that when kids are young they love to learn and preschool helps to instill a general love of learning...while it's still fun...because there's nothing fun about puberty or middle school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like the kids to hang up their back-packs and then try to go potty. Addie wanted me to take her and said "only Mommy take me to the potty"...umm, she better get over that in a hurry! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZg0uOEIPI/AAAAAAAABI8/qb_UxQ6UXFA/s1600-h/IMG_4042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370086064562381042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZg0uOEIPI/AAAAAAAABI8/qb_UxQ6UXFA/s400/IMG_4042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison is so lucky to have 2 of her BFF's in her class this year. Sweet little Demi is with her in these 2 pics. Chloe is also going to be in the same class, so I'm sure they will quickly become the 3 amigas...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZg1D9U16I/AAAAAAAABJE/ncjOV5o8_ac/s1600-h/IMG_4043.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370086070397753250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZg1D9U16I/AAAAAAAABJE/ncjOV5o8_ac/s400/IMG_4043.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZiZmOTKrI/AAAAAAAABJU/ps5cjhZ-pm0/s1600-h/IMG_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370087797582670514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZiZmOTKrI/AAAAAAAABJU/ps5cjhZ-pm0/s400/IMG_4044.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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZg1wWMnvI/AAAAAAAABJM/C3OnMfQy2WE/s1600-h/IMG_4048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370086082313232114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZg1wWMnvI/AAAAAAAABJM/C3OnMfQy2WE/s400/IMG_4048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Gaylene is great and we lucked out to get her. I liked her instantly at the orientation and I think that Addison will love her like she did Mrs. LaDawn last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it's hard to believe that for 2 days a week at least it will just be Emmy and me at home. Even if it's only for 2 1/2 hours I'll take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a little bittersweet that my girls are growing up, but at the same time I am also enjoying the different stages too. I am not overly-emotional by nature, so there were no tears shed, but there is something so sweet about the first day of school...even if it does mean that our summer is almost over :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZpJNwzz-I/AAAAAAAABJk/d0TZh7oS8OY/s1600-h/IMG_4033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370095212720017378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZpJNwzz-I/AAAAAAAABJk/d0TZh7oS8OY/s400/IMG_4033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; You Addie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-8699930494828964656?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8699930494828964656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-wonder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8699930494828964656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8699930494828964656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-wonder.html' title='Small Wonder'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoZaHSHNjBI/AAAAAAAABIc/09ZSxm4H7wE/s72-c/IMG_4034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-5770304197151988846</id><published>2009-08-07T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:17:08.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling League Rejects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5MJmikddI/AAAAAAAABHg/1VsFc4KDop4/s1600-h/Picture+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367811533720286674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5MJmikddI/AAAAAAAABHg/1VsFc4KDop4/s400/Picture+278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Christmas Dave gave the girls each a tin filled with lots of fun activities that they could choose from. So, every month on the day of their birthday, the girls get to choose an activity and decide if they want to do it just with Dad or as a family. The activities are stuff like: Go get ice cream, go to Chuck-E-Cheese, go mini-golfing, bowling, play tennis, etc. So last month Natalie picked bowling and chose to make it a family affair (minus the caboose - Sorry Emmy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeenie, meenie, minie, moe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367790016222991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn44lHncFLI/AAAAAAAABFo/jwDcMcQL6MU/s400/IMG_3736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5DHCZqU-I/AAAAAAAABGo/jpkbGjvuqvI/s1600-h/IMG_3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367801594054857698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5DHCZqU-I/AAAAAAAABGo/jpkbGjvuqvI/s400/IMG_3766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Addie doing her pre-bowling squating excercises..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn0AwlQLLzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rTnv5ZFCWGA/s1600-h/IMG_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367447165529173810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn0AwlQLLzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rTnv5ZFCWGA/s400/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Addie's fake "this is so heavy" face. Her ball weighed like 5 lbs or something.&lt;br /&gt;Also love the ramp guides for kids and the bumpers...it makes it so fun for them to not get constant gutter balls (not so for yours truly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn0AxXuQChI/AAAAAAAABEY/MpSjdO244Aw/s1600-h/IMG_3763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367447179077093906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn0AxXuQChI/AAAAAAAABEY/MpSjdO244Aw/s400/IMG_3763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5BygOi6lI/AAAAAAAABGY/DIfIzRMgTTE/s1600-h/IMG_3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5CM7A0_JI/AAAAAAAABGg/iVCHTjXpt-c/s1600-h/IMG_3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz705E7QFI/AAAAAAAABC4/6vN1xO26bTc/s1600-h/IMG_3734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367441742012039250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz705E7QFI/AAAAAAAABC4/6vN1xO26bTc/s400/IMG_3734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is actually a pretty good bowler! She used the ramp but was really meticulous about aiming it exactly where she wanted her ball to go. It was pretty funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash thought the ramp helper was for wussies... she manned up and did it "the hard way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz72UGxKkI/AAAAAAAABDQ/-gpVinZrUPw/s1600-h/IMG_3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn49A3lk4uI/AAAAAAAABF4/K5cU9CsQmOQ/s1600-h/IMG_3735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367794891003060962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn49A3lk4uI/AAAAAAAABF4/K5cU9CsQmOQ/s400/IMG_3735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz9y37ZRmI/AAAAAAAABEA/Kp9OZU9OT5g/s1600-h/IMG_3760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367443906367145570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz9y37ZRmI/AAAAAAAABEA/Kp9OZU9OT5g/s400/IMG_3760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison was our resident cheerleader all night. She kept telling everyone "good job" and then would give us high fives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat is a Daddy's girl 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz9yVe_qCI/AAAAAAAABD4/4mgc6fvE178/s1600-h/IMG_3757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367443897121220642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz9yVe_qCI/AAAAAAAABD4/4mgc6fvE178/s400/IMG_3757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz9xCv19BI/AAAAAAAABDg/ddWQWE0WA0Q/s1600-h/IMG_3749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367443874911745042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz9xCv19BI/AAAAAAAABDg/ddWQWE0WA0Q/s400/IMG_3749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn4-hVyJvHI/AAAAAAAABGA/W1uISN1P5Ko/s1600-h/IMG_3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367796548376312946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn4-hVyJvHI/AAAAAAAABGA/W1uISN1P5Ko/s400/IMG_3754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoA46z26vfI/AAAAAAAABH8/6VoYvmBvkws/s1600-h/IMG_3755a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368353338829749746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoA46z26vfI/AAAAAAAABH8/6VoYvmBvkws/s200/IMG_3755a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not sure what's up with the Popeye face...but whatevah girlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368353569561633106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SoA5IPZr4VI/AAAAAAAABIM/oGxSWgLED6Y/s400/IMG_3755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, Dave wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367444410357667506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snz-QNcGVrI/AAAAAAAABEI/tnkNn_2Y-HE/s400/IMG_3761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;H&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5UkDhEoDI/AAAAAAAABHo/MyENFcKbwnU/s1600-h/IMG_3768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367820784268255282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5UkDhEoDI/AAAAAAAABHo/MyENFcKbwnU/s400/IMG_3768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mm, I wonder if this size would be too obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what happens when a 3-year old get bored. I'm pretty sure that floor didn't have any germs on it though, it IS a bowling alley after all! Yuck. But I did make sure to lecture her AFTER I snapped a pic.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, tenderoni...don't worry Emmy, I'll have Aunt Jenn Photoshop you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367805385404395202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5GjuR1LsI/AAAAAAAABHI/jwcltjcdTv0/s400/IMG_3770.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I had to take a picture of the final scores because no one would believe me if I didn't. I should have had Dave take the pic because I'm so short I cut off the top 2 scores, but I fixed the scores afterwards. Here's how the night went down: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashley was last with a 65 (and proceeded to be mopey because she is SO competitive and a VERY sore loser) in her defense, she did try to bowl w/o the ramp aid...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I came in 2nd to last with a 69, and YES, I was actually trying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addison turned in a very respectable 73 considering she has ADD and would wander off most of the time inbetween balls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natalie did awesome with a 101. She used the ramp, but aimed it herself every time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dave beat us all with a crowd pleasing 113. Nothing to brag about, but he won the gold in our sad group. So, if you ever want to feel good about your bowling score, just think of the Hansen's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367806082659175298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5HMTwUy4I/AAAAAAAABHQ/oLOkp8SlhTU/s400/IMG_3767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Afterwards we went to Iceberg for the best shakes around. We had to wait about 20 minutes and the girls were going a little stir-crazy, but it's always worth it. They are SO huge I always end up saving about 1/2 in the freezer. Dave doesn't have that problem. He always gives me grief because I get Oreo and he doesn't like it so he won't finish mine. It's funny he hasn't figured out my strategy yet... :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367821548739351506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5VQjZL09I/AAAAAAAABHw/8wh_HIfwj2o/s400/IMG_3772a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/6110779243107673271-5770304197151988846?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5770304197151988846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/bowling-league-rejects.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5770304197151988846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5770304197151988846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/bowling-league-rejects.html' title='Bowling League Rejects'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sn5MJmikddI/AAAAAAAABHg/1VsFc4KDop4/s72-c/Picture+278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-6512384831906622659</id><published>2009-08-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:06:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Classic Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvenLaHysI/AAAAAAAABCw/-DKVBTG1AKI/s1600-h/IMG_3534a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367128145600694978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvenLaHysI/AAAAAAAABCw/-DKVBTG1AKI/s400/IMG_3534a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addie chose to celebrate her 3rd birthday party at Classic Waterpark. Sometimes I still can't believe this place is around, considering I used to go there as a kid...and it was also Dave and Jenn's first job! It's fun in an old-school kind of way (and maybe a touch ghetto?) but the kids love it and they actually do a pretty good job of keeping it clean. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7T2OPVKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/wTABeXRMpFc/s1600-h/IMG_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089330589226146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7T2OPVKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/wTABeXRMpFc/s400/IMG_3566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7T2OPVKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/wTABeXRMpFc/s1600-h/IMG_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7T2OPVKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/wTABeXRMpFc/s1600-h/IMG_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7T2OPVKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/wTABeXRMpFc/s1600-h/IMG_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7T2OPVKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/wTABeXRMpFc/s1600-h/IMG_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie surrounded by her BFF's. She is quite the social butterfly and everyone loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu9ZnioefI/AAAAAAAABA8/ig19PI4Pvuw/s1600-h/IMG_3576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367091628750698994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu9ZnioefI/AAAAAAAABA8/ig19PI4Pvuw/s400/IMG_3576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just recently Emmy has started reaching for everything in sight! No one ever wants to sit by her at dinner for fear our meal will end up in her grubby little paws...good thing Reece can hold her own!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367091722472145202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu9fErkQTI/AAAAAAAABBE/WrWnjTPTlvU/s400/IMG_3578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367088264236776162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu6VxwAOuI/AAAAAAAAA_E/lQ8eSxG5XXY/s400/IMG_3565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvZe-AVNuI/AAAAAAAABCU/wAqlrQ618C8/s1600-h/IMG_3581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367122507005769442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvZe-AVNuI/AAAAAAAABCU/wAqlrQ618C8/s400/IMG_3581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If you look close, Nat is eating 4 pieces at once!&lt;br /&gt;Emmy has been my best eater! She will chow on anything I put in front of her and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvE0hPML6I/AAAAAAAABBc/lqpoVKtwPr4/s1600-h/IMG_3586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367099787496402850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvE0hPML6I/AAAAAAAABBc/lqpoVKtwPr4/s400/IMG_3586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu847ADX4I/AAAAAAAABAU/DzFS76bmJ18/s1600-h/IMG_3584a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367091067038687106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu847ADX4I/AAAAAAAABAU/DzFS76bmJ18/s400/IMG_3584a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7USvesgI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8pOq-VXrL3Y/s1600-h/IMG_3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089338244837890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7USvesgI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8pOq-VXrL3Y/s400/IMG_3572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu6VnGRirI/AAAAAAAAA-8/YG28uCmGiQs/s1600-h/IMG_3551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367088261377395378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu6VnGRirI/AAAAAAAAA-8/YG28uCmGiQs/s400/IMG_3551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu8cvEcQyI/AAAAAAAABAM/VBvc-rSRe5g/s1600-h/IMG_3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367090582799532834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu8cvEcQyI/AAAAAAAABAM/VBvc-rSRe5g/s320/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison loves her Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went on the shark slide that is SO fast and got a little upset afterwards. Lots of sun+too much fun+ 3-year old = random crying for no apparent reason...luckily it didn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367088647348701186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu6sE9ASAI/AAAAAAAAA_M/xu-4mXOQhHs/s400/IMG_3555.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Here she is trying to keep herself together...luckily cake was next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvWgQWOAkI/AAAAAAAABCM/4jfAXoUSBcY/s1600-h/IMG_3556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367119230574395970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvWgQWOAkI/AAAAAAAABCM/4jfAXoUSBcY/s400/IMG_3556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvFoZ60FYI/AAAAAAAABBk/yHHa0nuYSLU/s1600-h/IMG_3548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367100678885086594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvFoZ60FYI/AAAAAAAABBk/yHHa0nuYSLU/s400/IMG_3548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emmy has some serious chub on those thighs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Cookie Monster cake was the cutest thing ever. It made you smile just to look at it. The kids all had blue frosting on their mouths afterwards and it was pretty funny to watch. Ashley begged for an eyeball slice so I obliged and her and Addie each got one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7UonHg-I/AAAAAAAAA_s/CH_jgiyHJJk/s1600-h/IMG_3580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089344115344354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7UonHg-I/AAAAAAAAA_s/CH_jgiyHJJk/s400/IMG_3580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvK3LtXr8I/AAAAAAAABBs/rE9F2bU1E2U/s1600-h/IMG_3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367106430326779842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvK3LtXr8I/AAAAAAAABBs/rE9F2bU1E2U/s320/IMG_3590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367089862536765890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu7yz4aocI/AAAAAAAAA_8/FNLqzvsQAGM/s400/IMG_3573a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Grandma hates to miss anyones birthday and always tries to come to Utah to celebrate with the grandkids when she can.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu86GKGJ-I/AAAAAAAABA0/bUX7Kt_vbwo/s1600-h/IMG_3597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367091087213471714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu86GKGJ-I/AAAAAAAABA0/bUX7Kt_vbwo/s400/IMG_3597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We joke that the basement can be her "wing" because she's always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast playing in the arcade. Addie had no shortage of friends, every time I turned around she had a new friend to boss around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvO27EYRLI/AAAAAAAABB0/nXmtaA5X-i4/s1600-h/IMG_3599a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110823906395314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvO27EYRLI/AAAAAAAABB0/nXmtaA5X-i4/s320/IMG_3599a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu9viwePaI/AAAAAAAABBM/rm3_zHM6CzA/s1600-h/IMG_3604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367092005423693218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Snu9viwePaI/AAAAAAAABBM/rm3_zHM6CzA/s400/IMG_3604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvPX7--9zI/AAAAAAAABB8/doTkqtKHtTU/s1600-h/IMG_3610a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367111391087884082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvPX7--9zI/AAAAAAAABB8/doTkqtKHtTU/s320/IMG_3610a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air hockey table is the perfect size for little kids. This was Addie's favorite game to play and she'd get SO excited when she scored a point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie and Ginny went to the same pre-school for a year and they have always been cute little cousin-friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison and me celebrating our actual birthday at Market Street for breakfast w/grandma and grandpa Alas. Grandma got Addie a Leapfrog magnetic alphabet game that she loves. Breakfast was so tasty - we love that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvRCIZwUwI/AAAAAAAABCE/P6keLu5YXfQ/s1600-h/IMG_3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367113215487529730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvRCIZwUwI/AAAAAAAABCE/P6keLu5YXfQ/s320/IMG_3489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Addie got some cute gifts from friends and family... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvdzW_-YfI/AAAAAAAABCc/ssElAYizoSY/s1600-h/IMG_3595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367127255359054322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvdzW_-YfI/AAAAAAAABCc/ssElAYizoSY/s400/IMG_3595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvePBjcH5I/AAAAAAAABCo/M4cUi9vEA6o/s1600-h/IMG_3592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367127730638561170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvePBjcH5I/AAAAAAAABCo/M4cUi9vEA6o/s400/IMG_3592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addie had a fun day and a great birthday. Thanks to everyone for making it so memorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-6512384831906622659?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6512384831906622659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/classic-party.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/6512384831906622659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/6512384831906622659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/classic-party.html' title='A Classic Party'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SnvenLaHysI/AAAAAAAABCw/-DKVBTG1AKI/s72-c/IMG_3534a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-8800024921836815043</id><published>2009-07-20T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:04:06.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty-training part deuce...</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to potty-train Addison...again (or still?) This cute pic of Addie going potty was actually taken on January 7th...fast forward 6+ months and wow, Deja Vu!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmTqH9tYAII/AAAAAAAAA8U/llLKga7cL30/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360666879022596226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmTqH9tYAII/AAAAAAAAA8U/llLKga7cL30/s400/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't really know what happened our first go round. I guess I thought it would be easy to potty-train a kid the third time around. It started off SO awesome and she went #1 AND #2 in the potty the VERY first day...and I was so proud of her, so smug with personal satisfaction that my daughter had acheived this awesome milestone in one day, and borderline arrogant that I had this parenting thing nailed. Funny how quickly you can get knocked off your high horse by a 2 1/2 year-old...&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that one day in January, Addie's poop has not come anywhere near that potty again. At first, she loved the cute potty charts her sisters made for her and would get so excited to put stickers on...then she was over stickers and we moved on to candy bribes...I guess my candy sucks around here because she slowly regressed back to pull-ups ALL the time and only goes in public now (I know, she's a weirdo that way). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmTqWZU8tPI/AAAAAAAAA8c/DwvmcsWGLVA/s1600-h/IMG_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360667126954505458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmTqWZU8tPI/AAAAAAAAA8c/DwvmcsWGLVA/s320/IMG_2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Any time we're out, the kid has to go (FYI, this is not a fun habit at Walmart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am done. I am done changing disgusting 3 year-old "man poo" (term courtesy of Dave). So far Addie is doing great. She has gone potty 5 or 6 times today...still no sign of the other but I am not going to put another pull-up on her again (except for an night) even if it means chucking undies left and right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started our "Potty Party" by going to the Dollar store and loading up on $15 worth of junk (a.k.a. bribes) and wrapped them all up. Addison thought it was Christmas all over again and couldn't wait to open all her gifts. I am hoping that this does the trick because I am so done with 2 kids in diapers (you'd think I was 26 instead of 36!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT_LZQBuqI/AAAAAAAAA98/l7V3ft295eg/s1600-h/IMG_3800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360690027699485346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT_LZQBuqI/AAAAAAAAA98/l7V3ft295eg/s320/IMG_3800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice wrapping paper huh? Merry Potty-training?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT1vVYrGHI/AAAAAAAAA88/gt0k_Se_grw/s1600-h/IMG_3804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360679650021021810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT1vVYrGHI/AAAAAAAAA88/gt0k_Se_grw/s200/IMG_3804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta love Christmas in July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360678021125362306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT0QhRr0oI/AAAAAAAAA80/dObsFWXMCr0/s400/IMG_3803.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that this is it. I am hoping that Addie stops wearing her potty-watch as just a fashion accessory and I REALLY hope that Emmy is not this big of a pain in the butt to train!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of, I love sleeping babies (who doesn't) and Emmy is such a cute sleeper that I've been stalking her and snapping pics lately. I can't get enough of how cute she sleeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT2zPAp_HI/AAAAAAAAA9E/s9dqeWFs1Ec/s1600-h/IMG_3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360680816540777586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT2zPAp_HI/AAAAAAAAA9E/s9dqeWFs1Ec/s320/IMG_3797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT56aGCOoI/AAAAAAAAA90/m4FY02RAGuA/s1600-h/IMG_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360684238310095490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmT56aGCOoI/AAAAAAAAA90/m4FY02RAGuA/s320/IMG_3787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6110779243107673271-8800024921836815043?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8800024921836815043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training-take-56.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8800024921836815043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8800024921836815043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training-take-56.html' title='Potty-training part deuce...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SmTqH9tYAII/AAAAAAAAA8U/llLKga7cL30/s72-c/IMG_2091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-1253857761338644571</id><published>2009-07-16T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:48:06.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Addison!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7wOw7pMlI/AAAAAAAAA8E/alE6ZA5PQKs/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358984743061369426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7wOw7pMlI/AAAAAAAAA8E/alE6ZA5PQKs/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that this was me 3 years ago pregnant with Addison. We were doing fire works in the circle and I was supposed to be induced the following morning. The next morning I got a call saying that my induction date was going to be bumped because I was voluntary and they had a backlog because of the holiday. I was disappointed because for some reason (that I can't remember now) I really wanted her born on my birthday. So I went and worked out that morning hoping it would make me go into labor...that didn't work so Janet and I went and had spicy mexican food...no go on that...then my neighbor Lorna convinced me to try Castor Oil...what was she/I thinking? Not only did it bring on labor, it did it with a vengeance! Within 2 hours of taking that nasty, vile, most disgusting liquid ever I was in labor!! I will spare the gory details of what else the Castor Oil brought on since the experience is forever carved to memory, but suffice to say that it was not pretty and I'm sure nurses everywhere curse and roll their eyes at patients &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7Bc4qfc3I/AAAAAAAAA58/FGlwCt5ZDCw/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358933308608574322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7Bc4qfc3I/AAAAAAAAA58/FGlwCt5ZDCw/s400/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(like me) who do stuff like that on purpose! But I got my way, and welcomed sweet little Addison into the world...on my birthday no less! She weighed in at an impressive 7 lbs 15 oz and 20 1/2 inches. My biggest kid at birth! She had a ton of hair and I remember that you could even see it in the ultrasound pics that Jenn took (as well as those CHEEKS!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl64InGe8DI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Izo8YfiRf1I/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358923064692109362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl64InGe8DI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Izo8YfiRf1I/s400/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison was so sweet and loved Grandma Janet to rub and hold her feet. She was a good baby and never fussed much. She was and still is an awesome sleeper too. All the girls love to cuddle with Grandma and have her tickle their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7oUx3nJHI/AAAAAAAAA7k/LCRrt-cUZqE/s1600-h/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358976050299085938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7oUx3nJHI/AAAAAAAAA7k/LCRrt-cUZqE/s320/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358956312698021650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7WX5kz5xI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jgaTeAYuhcE/s400/Picture+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Addison's blessing picture. She looked like such a little angel...hard to believe I'd EVER want to put this sweet baby in time-out 3-4 times a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7xaJ5Y3NI/AAAAAAAAA8M/StrqSJBnAWA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986038252985554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7xaJ5Y3NI/AAAAAAAAA8M/StrqSJBnAWA/s400/Copy+of+Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away we were taken by Addie's cheeks and sweet smile. She still has that sweet smile...but now it's used for alterior motives or to conceal something she doesn't want me to know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our best to take advantage of free flying under age 2 by going to San Francisco for Thanksgiving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocky Point, Mexico with the cousins over Halloween... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7i6Oxn2DI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RHEvKQNhQvc/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358970096643987506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7i6Oxn2DI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RHEvKQNhQvc/s400/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7eeOnQ66I/AAAAAAAAA6k/lyrxoyYdM_Q/s1600-h/Picture+176a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358965217517693858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7eeOnQ66I/AAAAAAAAA6k/lyrxoyYdM_Q/s400/Picture+176a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7nLE-IcCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/SSQZf-7K9k0/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358974784116387874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7nLE-IcCI/AAAAAAAAA7U/SSQZf-7K9k0/s400/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Stein Erickson in Utah over Labor Day one year. I look back and don't remember any of this being a big deal, probably because Addison was a great traveler and an easy kid (maybe she was priming me for the terrible 3's...). It's funny though, now just the thought of packing for 5 girls makes my head SPIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Cute little Addie posing for her 1-year pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7rZdAIKSI/AAAAAAAAA7s/b4a70tMFCak/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358979429131888930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7rZdAIKSI/AAAAAAAAA7s/b4a70tMFCak/s400/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7rn5Py7HI/AAAAAAAAA70/krjqxc-1vhE/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358979677231967346" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7rn5Py7HI/AAAAAAAAA70/krjqxc-1vhE/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so good to listen and the pictures turned out absolutely gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl6x0Pc_pcI/AAAAAAAAA4c/WRHL0gKePso/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358916117676926402" style="alt: ''" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl6x0Pc_pcI/AAAAAAAAA4c/WRHL0gKePso/s800/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl6ztdDMMiI/AAAAAAAAA48/QDXjrBALk_Y/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358918200090964514" style="alt: ''" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl6ztdDMMiI/AAAAAAAAA48/QDXjrBALk_Y/s800/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl6ywxBkJgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/PxWT-jRMerU/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358917157480834562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl6ywxBkJgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/PxWT-jRMerU/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Mom, I've got my shades now so hurry and finish this post already so we can go swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl6yxe2xiuI/AAAAAAAAA4s/guimfYMociQ/s1600-h/Picture+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7sowAPaXI/AAAAAAAAA78/ZmP8Heql-jo/s1600-h/IMG_3519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358980791442303346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7sowAPaXI/AAAAAAAAA78/ZmP8Heql-jo/s400/IMG_3519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey sis, I can't believe you've been around for 3 years now! You are such a nut and we love you so much! You are so full of life and energy and we love your silly personality and the way you always make us smile. I don't love that as I'm blogging this post you are currently NOT potty-trained AND that you still steal poor little Emmy's bink sometimes...BUT that is you, and we will take the good with the bad since you are so dang adorable. I hope you will always know how much you are truly loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-1253857761338644571?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1253857761338644571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-addison.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/1253857761338644571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/1253857761338644571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-addison.html' title='Happy Birthday Addison!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sl7wOw7pMlI/AAAAAAAAA8E/alE6ZA5PQKs/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-5843385515677359499</id><published>2009-07-09T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:04:54.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXoet0CluI/AAAAAAAAAzU/iNnc09euzFE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356442946218661602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXoet0CluI/AAAAAAAAAzU/iNnc09euzFE/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started our 4th of July weekend by going to a BBQ at Aunt Diane's house. The girls had a blast hanging out with their extended cousins, eating and swimming most of the night. I love when all the cousins get together, they are so much fun to be around it's always a guaranteed good time (especially when Krista is there!!) and the kids all get along really well. Uncle Kent cooked up some tasty burgers and hot dogs and then we all sat around and caught up on life. I appreciate Diane having the fiesta at her house on the 4th for a couple of years now and I hope she keeps doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Marianne and I took our girls swimming at Riverton pool. The kids love, love, love swimming and will jump at any chance to go. It was fun and Emmy had a great time playing in the water&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXqWD3PWOI/AAAAAAAAAzs/sBy0OwVS_y4/s1600-h/IMG_3418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356444996542093538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXqWD3PWOI/AAAAAAAAAzs/sBy0OwVS_y4/s320/IMG_3418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXqonlYT4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ftyvJN-iHfM/s1600-h/IMG_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356445315368505218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXqonlYT4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ftyvJN-iHfM/s320/IMG_3415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXs8pin1RI/AAAAAAAAAz8/4rSJDsye1OM/s1600-h/IMG_3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356447858514449682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXs8pin1RI/AAAAAAAAAz8/4rSJDsye1OM/s320/IMG_3426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356448164888390226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXtOe33KlI/AAAAAAAAA0E/FL6pD6XGxpA/s320/IMG_3442.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Later that day we went back for the carnival. The kids had a blast on the rides and Addie kept saying she wanted to ride the "rolla costa"...a girl after her dad's heart.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXuUNdokXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/SaeqgsgDB74/s1600-h/IMG_3436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356449362805821810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXuUNdokXI/AAAAAAAAA0c/SaeqgsgDB74/s320/IMG_3436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always an interesting crowd at Carnivals... mulletts and muffin tops galore! Addie is either thinking hmmm, nice "who farted" t-shirt...or someone just told her what's really in that corn dog (but they were sure tasty!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies man. Can you tell who's the fave in our family? Look at Nat and Addie perfecting the art of people-watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356460362975345986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlX4UgSa_UI/AAAAAAAAA18/pTFR6ahduZU/s320/IMG_3434.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yum. Can't go to a trashy carnival and not eat FUNNEL CAKE!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356464454394526514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlX8CqAxOzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/WTPn26hZGZI/s200/IMG_3439.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Natalie's probably going to be a crazy driver just like her dad! I think Dave likes to wear a wife-beater when he drives fast too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356448820622736034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXt0prHOqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/WSEAA9GBkuk/s320/IMG_3443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The hay dive for the kids was pretty funny. They threw a bunch of candy, prizes, and money into piles of hay and then let the kids loose. It was madness, but pretty funny to watch.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXwHHlO20I/AAAAAAAAA1E/YFld8sqJHBA/s1600-h/IMG_3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356451336912034626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXwHHlO20I/AAAAAAAAA1E/YFld8sqJHBA/s200/IMG_3459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXv6dmtJrI/AAAAAAAAA08/EIGzFQvWAEw/s1600-h/IMG_3456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356451119485494962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXv6dmtJrI/AAAAAAAAA08/EIGzFQvWAEw/s200/IMG_3456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oops, I spy a crack-a-doodle-doo! Nat, don't you know that crack is whack?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356451590127272050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXwV24cwHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/77Ls7LN6YBQ/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I love sweet sis pics like this one...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356466037255560658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlX9eyoP3dI/AAAAAAAAA2M/6iQ_0ezGWsw/s400/IMG_3452.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356472847106103106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlYDrLTI10I/AAAAAAAAA3E/sB4K6l-2pNA/s400/IMG_3428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXzyvu0ULI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XU3E7gyXVP8/s1600-h/IMG_3479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455384958914738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXzyvu0ULI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XU3E7gyXVP8/s320/IMG_3479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sparklers. So lame, but yet so fun at the same time. The girls love sparklers and Addie especially loved the king-size ones we found this year. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlYRPrXPHjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7YOqcCYAe50/s1600-h/IMG_3462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356487767839678002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlYRPrXPHjI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7YOqcCYAe50/s320/IMG_3462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Fire Marshall" Dave tried to get Ashley to light a firework and she wouldn't do it for anything. I don't like lighting them either, I always think they are going to blow up in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie thought some of the fireworks were "TOO LOUD DADDY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlYTDr-e6JI/AAAAAAAAA3s/E9rNYZgLJKA/s1600-h/IMG_3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356489760869116050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlYTDr-e6JI/AAAAAAAAA3s/E9rNYZgLJKA/s320/IMG_3465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlYQ1Up7TZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/1g5Wnf9GBg8/s1600-h/IMG_3476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356487315067456914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlYQ1Up7TZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/1g5Wnf9GBg8/s320/IMG_3476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Janet is so loving and sweet with the girls. They all love her so much and I'm so happy they have all had a chance to spend some great quality time with her. Addie was so silly during fireworks, she kept clapping and saying "yay Daddy!" or "good job Dad!". She is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356467993454728002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlX_QqCeU0I/AAAAAAAAA2k/k6lX47LHTwM/s320/IMG_3467.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After doing fireworks in the circle Marianne, Grandma, and me and the girls all drove over near Riverton Park to check out how the professionals do it. Riverton did a really nice job...but after about 15 minutes the kids got a little restless and whiney - spoiled! Next time maybe I'll just go and put them all to bed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356590284820071538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlZue84CRHI/AAAAAAAAA38/zj2nDoQYX1I/s400/3690784824_602a31cfef_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was a fun 4th of July weekend and we were so grateful that Grandma and Grandpa were here to celebrate it with us. It has sort of become somewhat of a tradition to have Grandma here in July at least, and hopefully she'll keep coming. Janet I love and appreciate you so much and I'm so lucky to have you as my mom-in-law!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356474408080266738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlYFGCYYVfI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ymWj7KPBWg8/s400/IMG_3483.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/6110779243107673271-5843385515677359499?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5843385515677359499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5843385515677359499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5843385515677359499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SlXoet0CluI/AAAAAAAAAzU/iNnc09euzFE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-317183913676039871</id><published>2009-07-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:51:39.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A in SLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxRHRtwzlI/AAAAAAAAAxs/VKvrJztyVQ0/s1600-h/IMG_3151_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353743242492956242" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxRHRtwzlI/AAAAAAAAAxs/VKvrJztyVQ0/s320/IMG_3151_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally downloaded all the pictures on my camera since my last post and judging by the number of pics (228) I'd say I'm a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; behind on blog posts. Summer didn't start out quite the way I thought it would. I imagined lazy days at the pool, picnics at the park, the standard yearly zoo pass, and fun lunches w/girlfriends...but alas, my ideal summer has not yet come to pass. I'm playing catch-up big time on this post, but I have to cram a lot in to bring it up to date. Dave and I celebrated our 12th anniversary on June 6th. I was planning on posting a bunch of funny, old dating pics of us, but that would entail a.) finding them b.) scanning them and c.) WAY too much effort. Maybe I'll start organizing them now to post for our 13th. My mom tended the kids and we went to Flemings for dinner, saw "The Hangover"on opening night (hilarious!), and then finished off with Iceberg shakes. It was a perfect date. We've been together for 14 years and it seems crazy to me how quickly the time has gone! I'm happy to say that after all this time I still love my hubby and as far as I can tell he doesn't think I'm too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addie had her first dance recital what seems like a million years ago now. It was really cute and Addie did really good up on stage. Her and Chloe, her BFF that lives next door were darling and you could tell they loved b&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Skw_5s1PP7I/AAAAAAAAAw8/s7IpOUmI0ts/s1600-h/IMG_3221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353724317556228018" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Skw_5s1PP7I/AAAAAAAAAw8/s7IpOUmI0ts/s320/IMG_3221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eing all dressed up. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxAExmg_JI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vGk6FhA22Ls/s1600-h/IMG_3222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353724507815214226" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxAExmg_JI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vGk6FhA22Ls/s320/IMG_3222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dance place wasn't very organized, but the end result was actually pretty cute considering it was dance and all and also that Dave and I felt completely out of our element. I guess we'd better change our attitude quick considering we might have a bazillion dance recitals on the horizon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For what seemed like days on end we had rain, rain, and more rain. I thought we had fixed our flood problems in the basement until...one day the kids started screaming all at once and flew up the stairs to tell me that water was coming in the window. I went downstairs and our window well was filled up about halfway and the water was just pouring in. I told the girls to go grab all the towels they could find and I grabbed a bucket and was bucketing water for about 40 minutes. The damage was not terrible, just enough to be annoying. No carpet replacement this time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353734137274767714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxI1SIlGWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/_u2EzFV-VfQ/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lucky for me, the window well flooding happened 3 days in a row, always in the middle of the day when Dave was at work. By the end of the 3rd day I was not a happy camper. It was becoming a little too routine, so much that Ashley would remind me to go check the window wells every time it started to rain. This is me, thinking really bad thoughts, saying lots of bad words out loud and in my head (more out loud), before Dave finally solved the problem by cleaning the drain out and installing a sump pump. What the crap? There is a reason I don't live in Seattle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emmy has been eating solid foods for a while now, and therefore is always in the tub because she manages to make a mess everywhere when she eats! Her new favorite thing is putting food in her hair. Another favorite thing right now is pooping. This kid is seriously a machine. She puts any male I've ever known to shame. On a daily basis I probably only have maybe 1 or 2 wet diapers, the remaining 5 or so contain evidence that her diet is not lacking in vari&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxVjtkdalI/AAAAAAAAAx8/T3uni8W2aP4/s1600-h/IMG_3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353748129052977746" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxVjtkdalI/AAAAAAAAAx8/T3uni8W2aP4/s320/IMG_3031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ety. She is super cute, so even though she's super stinky, it's almost forgiveable (almost). In this &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxTLPxTpTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/zsEZQIik0zc/s1600-h/IMG_3232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353745509713683762" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxTLPxTpTI/AAAAAAAAAx0/zsEZQIik0zc/s320/IMG_3232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pic she is sitting in the sink because apparently bathwater relaxes her bowels. I had to clean up the schrapnel in the tub and so this was her "time-out". Nasty, I know. Unfortunately she is in good company because all of my kids have done this at some point. I can't think about it too hard because it grosses me out...but not for long when she grins at me like this. Emery had her 9 month well-child check-up today and weighed in at a healthy 17 lbs. She is above average height, average weight, and her incredibly large melon is off the chart. Big brains are a good thing right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Uh-oh, that big smile in the bathtub can only mean one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxYxmjFPWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3tHqRWqMElE/s1600-h/IMG_3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353751666221202786" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxYxmjFPWI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3tHqRWqMElE/s320/IMG_3267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Natalie had her first dance recital a few weeks ago as well. She did fantastic and I loved seeing her all girly up on stage. When Nat first asked to do ballet, it didn't seem to fit her personality. We were pleasantly surprised to find that she was good at it, was actually very graceful, and she looked absolutely stunning on her big night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxaIE-YPXI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4zDljONYkpc/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353753151857507698" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxaIE-YPXI/AAAAAAAAAyU/4zDljONYkpc/s320/IMG_3159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat got to pick what to eat for dinner that night, so big surprise, she picked shrimp! Sounds good, right?...Wrong. She picked Sizzler since she'd seen a commercial for all-you-can-eat shrimp.  That place was bizarre, it's in Sandy, but it may as well be in the hood.  I must have missed the sign that said "People with missing teeth and sweat pants welcome here". Ash and Nat were being so silly that night, we all had a lot of fun...especially since we didn't have the other 2 troublemakers with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Skxb0od0_eI/AAAAAAAAAyk/gYEQ9keZpME/s1600-h/IMG_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxccVXJDII/AAAAAAAAAys/8MRTyxApBDo/s1600-h/IMG_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353755698876976258" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxccVXJDII/AAAAAAAAAys/8MRTyxApBDo/s200/IMG_3292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Rosa was there for the recital as well, and also came with us for dinner. Unfortunately we carpooled to the recital and left my mom's car in a parking lot. When we came back for it...it was gone. It had been towed minutes before. Neither one of us noticed the no parking signs and my mom ended up paying a ridiculous price to get her car out. what a bummer. So, FYI, you can't park at the old Lowe's parking lot on 90th south or some jerk will do their best to rip you off.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353753605879720082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxaigVtaJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/KoX37SJ2-Uo/s320/IMG_3285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steak and shrimp...this kid is going to be an expensive date one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids started swimming lessons a few weeks back and they are all loving it. Ashley is a really good, strong swimmer and it's so fun to watch her form improve weekly. Natalie is doing great in her class and is a good listener. Addison thinks everything is fun in the water and has a huge smile on her face for most of the lesson. They are all so much fun to watch and I love that they can swim. I still can't even jump in a pool w/o plugging my nose. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxePI8xKBI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1jYrVdM9HMQ/s1600-h/IMG_3243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353757671230089234" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxePI8xKBI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1jYrVdM9HMQ/s200/IMG_3243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxeahzqFhI/AAAAAAAAAzE/yWS15RCaIJs/s1600-h/IMG_3255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353757866881324562" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxeahzqFhI/AAAAAAAAAzE/yWS15RCaIJs/s200/IMG_3255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353757469752155970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxeDaYr30I/AAAAAAAAAy0/fkVuVElAagg/s200/IMG_3240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandma and Grandma Hansen are staying with us until July 10th. We have lots of fun things planned and the girls are enjoying all the one on one time with them. It's been nice having them up so far, and they were gracious enough to watch our kids while we went to Cancun (more to come). Today Grandma, me, the girls and their friend Adri all went to Chick-fil-a (our fave)...I feel like I'm barely kicking the summer off and it's half over! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353758430694844994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Skxe7WLRqkI/AAAAAAAAAzM/aI4dmdM4uWI/s320/IMG_3401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-317183913676039871?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/317183913676039871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/mia-in-slc.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/317183913676039871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/317183913676039871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/mia-in-slc.html' title='M.I.A in SLC'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SkxRHRtwzlI/AAAAAAAAAxs/VKvrJztyVQ0/s72-c/IMG_3151_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-5883400214126175562</id><published>2009-06-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:05:59.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta La Vista, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345931025647354370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCP8aFzQgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/0Hov48ZUu98/s400/Picture+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Today was a sad, sad day in Dave's life. His pride and joy, his 5th baby, if you will, went to a new owner today. It was actually bittersweet to see the BMW go, even though I didn't think I'd care. Dave loves cars, not just any cars, primarily BMW's. When he bought his car almost 3 years ago he looked and researched for months and held out until he found one that had everything h&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCQwo83kiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rNyG3HapaEU/s1600-h/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345931922989617698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCQwo83kiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/rNyG3HapaEU/s200/Picture+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e wanted; color, engine, transmission (is that the same thing?), style, year, etc. It was LOVE at first sight with him and when he brought it home, even I, not a car afficionado, had to agree that it was truly a gorgeous car to behold. But unfortunately, not near as practical as it was pretty to look at. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCV2HVlbLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mPbzlZt25OY/s1600-h/Picture+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345937514603834546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCV2HVlbLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/mPbzlZt25OY/s200/Picture+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were empty-nesters it would be a great car to have, but the reality is we have like 14 kids and it didn't make sense to to have a full-blown sports car that fits 2 people comfortably, and looked down right silly with two car-seats in back. I will admit, it was really fun to ride in (without kids) and Dave even got the chance to race it on a track in Vegas. But, if I'm being honest, I always worried just a little bit that one day he'd get &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCWIeJrnRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/HURB4VCfxNo/s1600-h/2858932924_c96439c3b7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345937829965569298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCWIeJrnRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/HURB4VCfxNo/s200/2858932924_c96439c3b7_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in a wreck in it because it was so fun to go fast. Ironically, I'm the one with the most speeding tickets, but I drive a bohemoth car! Okay, so it's not a bus, but it sure feels like one when I have it full of my kids and their friends! I never did learn to fully appreciate Dave's car. I can count the number on two hands (in three years) that I drove it, and every time I did he had to put it in "Old Lady" mode because I could never drive it quite right. It really was a guy car...and I always felt self-conscious because LOTS of guys would always look at it and there I was driving in old lady mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, I feel for Dave. Being the only guy in a house full of chicks he deserves to have something just for him, that is off-limits to all us girls...like the lawnmower or something. But since that probably won't be as fun as his baby was, I have no doubt that he will one day own his dream car again...and that no car seat or booster will ever grace the back seat! I am so proud of Dave anyway, for deciding to sell his mid-life crisis car that he bought 10-years premature. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345929549256058498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCOmeGr5oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/b0U6kgsewrA/s200/Picture+184.jpg" border="0" /&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;So long Beemer, I won't miss the peel-out marks on my driveway, the ridiculous cost of repairs and oil changes, me worrying on snowy days, the goofy tiptronic shifting (I used to call it techtronic, which made Dave laugh), the premium gas, pricey insurance, or most of all, the payment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-5883400214126175562?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5883400214126175562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/06/hasta-la-vista-baby.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5883400214126175562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5883400214126175562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/06/hasta-la-vista-baby.html' title='Hasta La Vista, Baby!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SjCP8aFzQgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/0Hov48ZUu98/s72-c/Picture+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-7746762589038476895</id><published>2009-06-07T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:55:40.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw3eWNjJkI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Hhy6ebzJdu4/s1600-h/IMG_3155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344707852279948866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw3eWNjJkI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Hhy6ebzJdu4/s320/IMG_3155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Graduation Nattie! Nat had her big day last Wednesday when she graduated from Pre-K at American Heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's class sang the alphabet while doing the sign language actions and also the songs Days of the Week and the Months of the Year in Spanish and English. I was impressed by how well all the kids sang in Spanish and it was nice that Nat had a head start in that department. I have been bi-lingual since kindergarten (before that I didn't speak a lick of English) and even though it's annoying at times (people sometimes assume you WANT to speak spanish if you look the part) it's always helped me and I really want all my girls to speak it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SixPA_ZuO3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ue8UJ84Dyz8/s1600-h/IMG_3133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344733736219851634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SixPA_ZuO3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ue8UJ84Dyz8/s320/IMG_3133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera was being dumb and so I missed the part where Nat shook Mr. Yorgasen's hand at graduation but I think Dave got it on video. For some reason the Director of the school, who is usually really nice, was on a role that day. She kept telling the audience to "be quiet and show respect" and at one point she said she couldn't go on with the noise level??...at an elementary school graduation that was chuck full of kids and babies in the audience. It was so condescending it was almost funny. I forgive Elsha though, usually she was great but that day she was super crabby. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344799953477119506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiyLPV6HLhI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Ovk2sCY4Yd8/s320/IMG_3139.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw4QLXjqHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dlmJyV_kU6E/s1600-h/IMG_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344708708362594418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw4QLXjqHI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dlmJyV_kU6E/s320/IMG_3138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Rosa came to watch Nat graduate...and of course her Daddy did too. He doesn't miss any special accomplishment or activity that they are a part of...and I'm SO glad he doesn't because most of the time he's saving seats for the "punctually impaired". I am usually sliding into my seat right before things start (which is awesome given my family history) so we are very grateful for Dave (and Ashley!) in this family. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw9EV6Wf5I/AAAAAAAAAuM/wDBqPylJeOk/s1600-h/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344714002592595858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw9EV6Wf5I/AAAAAAAAAuM/wDBqPylJeOk/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I loved most about this school was Natalie's teacher Mrs. Amanda - she was the best! Ironically, at the beginning of the year I thought she looked ornery and wasn't sure I was going to like her. Man, was I ever off the mark on that one! Amanda is genuine, sharp, nurturing, and so loving towards the kids...especially Nat who was teacher's pet all year. Amanda knows the secret of how to get through to that kid (I wish she'd teach me) and said that Nat was by far her best student and helper, and that she never once had a meltdown (I had to make sure we were talking about the same kid). We are so proud of Natalie's accomplishments all year and credit Amanda for her crazy, awesome reading skills, spelling, and overall love of school. Mrs. Amanda will be hard to forget and hard to top!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sin_2NwvB0I/AAAAAAAAArs/PR4VYdmva5k/s1600-h/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw3JhQ053I/AAAAAAAAAt0/GkWjujbIaSQ/s1600-h/IMG_2952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344707494469232498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw3JhQ053I/AAAAAAAAAt0/GkWjujbIaSQ/s320/IMG_2952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashley also had a great experience with Mrs. Luck. She is a very intelligent teacher, albeit a little odd at times, she helped Ashley expand her horizons and look at things differently. I appreciate her dedication, and also the attention she gave Ashley...who so far appears to love and excel at every subject. Hopefully she will always have this kind of zeal toward school and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cade (in the pic above) and Ashley had cute little crushes on each other this year and it was so funny to listen to her talk about it. He is so cute and mom approves but she will still get so mad at me when she sees this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this was a fantastic school and I love that my girls had the chance to attend, if only for 1 year. I love the friends they made, several of which we will keep in touch with. I loved the teachers, curriculum, attitude, and atmosphere. It's a shame that it's so expensive, otherwise all my girls would have eventually attended. But such is life, and since we have 4 kids and can't have 2 college grads and 2 working at 7-11...we're off to a new adventure at Early Light Academy, a new charter school that we applied at and miraculously got accepted into. I'm excited for the new opportunity and hope my girls will be just as happy there.&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/6110779243107673271-7746762589038476895?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/7746762589038476895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/06/movin-on-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/7746762589038476895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/7746762589038476895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/06/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; on up...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Siw3eWNjJkI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Hhy6ebzJdu4/s72-c/IMG_3155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-6913386892800649123</id><published>2009-06-02T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:31:22.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Eats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYQPfdO8yI/AAAAAAAAAqs/A_0UTPI6zbI/s1600-h/IMG_3040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342975866249868066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYQPfdO8yI/AAAAAAAAAqs/A_0UTPI6zbI/s320/IMG_3040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast at Cracker Barrel is a fun family tradition for us. We'll usually go around the holidays, or whenever there's a long weekend. Dave and the girls all love the pankcakes and syrup (it comes in cute individual glass bottles) and I love to shop in the&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYQWSRsWSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/VUWy3WOWdsA/s1600-h/cblogo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342975982970886434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYQWSRsWSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/VUWy3WOWdsA/s200/cblogo_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; store after we eat. It's kind of a funny restaurant, but for whatever reason we love the atmosphere and it's sort of become "our" place. Here are Ashley and Nattie and I way before Emmy was even a twinkle in Dad's eye? Addie was almost done cookin' in my belly and isn't it funny the girls both sat on the same sides 3 years later in the picture above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342962283573317170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYD44CyjjI/AAAAAAAAAos/HchpyaPdyxA/s320/Pictures-Sept05+664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ash takes a load off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYFK8TTULI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dIUlxGbn5ZU/s1600-h/Picture+516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963693465587890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYFK8TTULI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dIUlxGbn5ZU/s320/Picture+516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Did I mention that Addison really likes the syrup at this restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYgkRMWreI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ztXX8QlSc7g/s1600-h/Picture+518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342993815384272354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYgkRMWreI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ztXX8QlSc7g/s320/Picture+518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYFK8TTULI/AAAAAAAAAo8/dIUlxGbn5ZU/s1600-h/Picture+516.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She really, really, REALLY likes it! Notice the already empty bottle by her plate?..and no sign of a pancake anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think her tongue is actually stuck in the bottle at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342963965053346642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYFawC3o1I/AAAAAAAAApM/4hIy65IFp0Q/s320/Picture+517.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nowadays, in additio&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiY0iQPsOjI/AAAAAAAAArE/m5xGa3HEOKQ/s1600-h/IMG_3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343015771002649138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiY0iQPsOjI/AAAAAAAAArE/m5xGa3HEOKQ/s320/IMG_3039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n to polishing off her syrup (in such a lady-like fashion), she has taken a liking to the preserves and just eats it straight out of the little cu&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiY0pbvVU9I/AAAAAAAAArM/25wnZO5j7OU/s1600-h/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343015894347240402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiY0pbvVU9I/AAAAAAAAArM/25wnZO5j7OU/s320/IMG_3035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p...toast is such a bother, who needs it?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYIh-vJX9I/AAAAAAAAApc/MrNERb1k6h8/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Emmy dined on bisquits and passed on the gravy(smart girl). You gotta love southern cookin'!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiY3KcQEuZI/AAAAAAAAArU/wevO_C51rDQ/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343018660443502994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiY3KcQEuZI/AAAAAAAAArU/wevO_C51rDQ/s320/IMG_3033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natalie, our resident shrimp eater/inhaler noticed the "fried shrimp" on the kids lunch menu last time we were there for breakfast. She asked if she could order it for breakfast (gag) and the waitress was happy to oblige. It took Nat about 5 minutes to polish off her breakfast of champions and then she asked if she could have more. What a nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342958446037904098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYAZgHDKuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZqdKkvetMZI/s320/IMG_3032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYBflctZXI/AAAAAAAAAoE/oZZGBKlPqEg/s1600-h/IMG_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342959650061772146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYBflctZXI/AAAAAAAAAoE/oZZGBKlPqEg/s320/IMG_3045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYJVbNJX-I/AAAAAAAAApk/odxhnzJEm44/s1600-h/IMG_3050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968271606472674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYJVbNJX-I/AAAAAAAAApk/odxhnzJEm44/s200/IMG_3050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My step-dad is a manager at Market Street and got stuck working a crappy holiday shift a couple weeks ago. He called to say I could have some free lobsters if I came in right then. It took me about 30 seconds to get in the car. I've only ever had a whole lobster like 2 other times in my life and it's always such a treat...but it's never been free! It even came with instructions on how to eat lobster which was funny - and informative actually. He also threw in shrimp, clam chowder, and the crusty bread I love. The girls were all freaked out by the lobster and it didn't help that we pretended we were going to get their fingers with the claws. They opted to eat food that didn't bite you back. We didn't care because it was more for us. We ate like kings that night and I hope my step-dad is disgruntled more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342960347758114786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYCIMket-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/HcrcEZEKsrY/s320/IMG_3102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I don't buy sugared cereals all the time. The girls love Lucky Charms and so on occassion I will buy it if it's on sale. Dave came across the mega-size Lucky Charms at Sam's Club and you would have thought it was Christmas around here. I think the girls had LC for breakfast and snacks for like 5 days straight, then the obsession stopped just as quick. I happened to look in the box one day and there was 3/4 of a bag left...and every single charm was gone. Buttheads. That is why they don't get LC very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342964941562325634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYGTl0wKoI/AAAAAAAAApU/J3NXorRJ9es/s320/IMG_3114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is what I woke up to Sunday morning. In a bizarre turn of events, Ashley and Emmy slept in, and the two trouble-make&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342969991859030034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYK5jpUSBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/qXVfAsnAiHw/s320/IMG_3000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;rs decided to have a "breakfast picnic" complete with frozen waffles and spray butter. Natalie tried to toast the waffles, but they were still semi-frozen. Addie had already sprayed hers with butter and I think they were both just going to eat them like that. Nasty...but far nastier than that is sweet little Emmy, with truly unfortunate hair in this pic, gnawing on a cube of butter I set out for the butter dish. She grabbed it and went to town. She is truly grandma's girl at heart...next thing you know she'll be asking for drizzled butter on her cheerios. :) We love you Grandma Janet!!..and the kids and Dave still prefer the way you butter toast vs. my way so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what I get for ditching the high chair for a counter-top version. It's convenient, but Emmy has been the worst at grabbing anything she can get her grubby paws on! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-6913386892800649123?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6913386892800649123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-eats.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/6913386892800649123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/6913386892800649123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-eats.html' title='Good Eats!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiYQPfdO8yI/AAAAAAAAAqs/A_0UTPI6zbI/s72-c/IMG_3040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-5625788392550258572</id><published>2009-05-29T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:03:48.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiC8ki4ZBiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/8kXUwSkaIrA/s1600-h/IMG_3111a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiCwcANGU0I/AAAAAAAAAmc/KEOsQbDeTHs/s1600-h/upposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341463153199174466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiCwcANGU0I/AAAAAAAAAmc/KEOsQbDeTHs/s200/upposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom got sneak preview tickets to go see "UP" this last Thursday. It was perfect because Natalie has been talking about seeing this movie for a few months since we saw the trailer. It was really a cute movie as far as cartoons go, and it's one I'd see again. I've been to some real gems (Bee Movie, Space Monkeys, talking chihuahas, etc) so it was nice to see a good one. They were throwing t-shirts into the audience at the movie and we got one. Natalie was SOOO excited about her oversized (size adult M) t-shirt that she wanted to wear it all night and then to bed. I obliged...that was an easy point for me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiC4Fkx5iyI/AAAAAAAAAms/yvxsLTFuIIg/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471563973233442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiC4Fkx5iyI/AAAAAAAAAms/yvxsLTFuIIg/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to Joe's Crab Shack and the girls played in the play area before, during, and after dinner. It was fun hanging out with my mom and my girls. It doesn't happen very often but we always have a good time when we do. I haven't always been friends with my mom, but she is a good grandma. She has really made an effort to know my kids and that goes a long way with me. Now that I have my own kids I'm starting to realize that she probably just did the best she knew how while we were growing up. I ended up missing my regular GNO w/friends to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiC9HdLw9yI/AAAAAAAAAm8/cNz-A0JIZXg/s1600-h/IMG_3111a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341477093852116770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiC9HdLw9yI/AAAAAAAAAm8/cNz-A0JIZXg/s320/IMG_3111a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hang out with my 3 little amigas and my mom but it was a good trade-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor child #4 was banished to the house w/her dad once again...here she is looking real broken-hearted about it too.&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/6110779243107673271-5625788392550258572?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5625788392550258572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5625788392550258572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5625788392550258572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-girls-night-out.html' title='Little Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SiCwcANGU0I/AAAAAAAAAmc/KEOsQbDeTHs/s72-c/upposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-2541987513155601606</id><published>2009-05-27T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:08:15.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing RED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1nUUFVfkI/AAAAAAAAAls/NJLOnSFnMeQ/s1600-h/IMG_3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340538331817410114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1nUUFVfkI/AAAAAAAAAls/NJLOnSFnMeQ/s320/IMG_3068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 8 years of looking at vanilla walls in my kitchen...we finally decided to paint! I read once that there is a shade of red for everyone. I agree, and I since I couldn't find a swatch called "cranberry/poppyish red" I settled for "Red Rock" and I absolutely love it. It makes me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;happy to look at my red walls and I can't believe I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chicken to do it sooner. We painted our office red not long after we moved in and it was a nightmare. I think I had painter's remorse for all these years because that room haunted me so bad. The paint was so thick you could literally peel it off....but now I'm over it because I love, love, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my red kitchen. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1nnULTlII/AAAAAAAAAl0/JDbj47nq8x8/s1600-h/IMG_3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340538658259965058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1nnULTlII/AAAAAAAAAl0/JDbj47nq8x8/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave knows how sometimes it takes me forever to make a decision, so he wouldn't give&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1mV8f24oI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jk60vTDXbPI/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340537260334310018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1mV8f24oI/AAAAAAAAAlM/jk60vTDXbPI/s200/IMG_3072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me his opinion one way or another on the paint color (scary!) so I had to choose and he just kept saying "I think you'll do a great job"...talk about pressure! Anyway, he loves it too and I am so relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of a pain in the butt painting with 4 kids around...I really don't recommend doing that...or maybe I just don't recommend having 4 kids (kidding!..sort of). We let the kids "help" and in the process they all managed to get paint on their clothes and bodies(Addison still has some on her arm that she won't let me scrub off) but at least they felt cool that they contributed. Dave is so good and patient with the kids and was trying to teach them how to do it right. He is such a good Dad and my girls (and ME!) are so lucky to have him. He really balances out all the estrogen overload around here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340542549584091698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1rJ0fRmjI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JcJCb5WlyIA/s320/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were feeling a little ambitious after doing the kitchen that we decided to do the living room as well. That room still needs touching up on trim/ceiling, and it's still torn apart, but here is a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1yzs64Q1I/AAAAAAAAAmM/XaY4Rb-tVX8/s1600-h/IMG_3058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340550965688288082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1yzs64Q1I/AAAAAAAAAmM/XaY4Rb-tVX8/s200/IMG_3058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sneak peek at the color.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1m5OnAk5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/a7UDaUbuC_w/s1600-h/IMG_3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's called "Safari Tan" and so far I'm really loving that room too. I think now I love anything that's not WHITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1yD1GqfFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0gKkO5KFcgg/s1600-h/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340550143251479634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1yD1GqfFI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0gKkO5KFcgg/s200/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My next project is my entryway and downstairs wall that now looks completely boring. I am so excited to keep going, I've totally caught the painting bug! Sorry Tawny, I know exactly what you mean now and I hope you can convince the hubby to let you paint soon!&lt;br /&gt;But...one project at a time. For now I have to finish both these rooms completely, but I'm not loving the touching-up part so much...so I think I will stay on my computer a little longer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-2541987513155601606?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2541987513155601606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/seeing-red.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/2541987513155601606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/2541987513155601606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/seeing-red.html' title='Seeing RED!!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sh1nUUFVfkI/AAAAAAAAAls/NJLOnSFnMeQ/s72-c/IMG_3068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-3622422772982982881</id><published>2009-05-25T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:22:04.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's and Kissin' Froggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShsnKO5kqdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-njJShTnfks/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339904839929604562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShsnKO5kqdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-njJShTnfks/s320/IMG_3008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addie's last day of pre-school was on Friday. Next week they have a picnic and then in June sometime her cute teacher has a huge shin-dig for all her students at a park. I heard about this pre-school from my friend Natalie and I have loved everything about it. I especially love the kids only have to be 2 to attend. Addie has such a great foundation now, this year she learned her ABC's, counting to 20, colors, shapes, singing, social interaction, and how to potty train...yeah right. That is just wishful thinking of my part. The potty training issue is a separate post in itself. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShspEJ4lbTI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-cfxtdDx7cU/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339906934527323442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShspEJ4lbTI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-cfxtdDx7cU/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LaDawn is the sweetest teacher I've ever met. She's been doing this for years and the kids LOVE her. She is totally a grandma but still strict and fun with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Addie on the first day of school. Don't look to close because Addie is wearing the same outfit she wore on the last day...kinda funny huh?...or maybe kinda sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheVGwIhJqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/CE288nApDfQ/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338899826503394978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheVGwIhJqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/CE288nApDfQ/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken the first day of school when the kids were getting to know everyone. Addison only cried the first or second time at school when I left. After about 2 or 3 times she was a pro and would just wave and say goodbye. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Shssj0yVQII/AAAAAAAAAk0/WgUXfu4Wa1M/s1600-h/Picture+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339910777154650242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Shssj0yVQII/AAAAAAAAAk0/WgUXfu4Wa1M/s320/Picture+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the kids at their Halloween party. Addie is standing next to Abb&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheQ7Zc818I/AAAAAAAAAis/Zk8V-VcHekY/s1600-h/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338895233390008258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheQ7Zc818I/AAAAAAAAAis/Zk8V-VcHekY/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y, her BFF at school. Isn't she so cute? Abby and Addison do everything together. They have to put their shoes and school bag next to each other, and when they get drinks or wash hands, they have to go together. It's pretty funny to watch. This party was really cute, we made popcorn, played games, read Halloween stories, and decorated pumpkin cookies. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheO2oAkr_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/MfIUA1g00Cc/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338892952374915058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheO2oAkr_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/MfIUA1g00Cc/s200/IMG_2896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a funny garden statue of two kissing frogs at the entrance of the school. Addison likes to touch the "foggies" every time right before we walk into school. She is such a creature &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheO_x1WZYI/AAAAAAAAAic/q5oNKkqb6fQ/s1600-h/IMG_2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of habit it cracks me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339908028242613026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShsqD0SoUyI/AAAAAAAAAks/brtUs9Gz_pQ/s320/Picture+317.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards in celebration of Addie's "graduation" from pre-school to 2 more years of pre-school, I let her pick where she wanted to go to lunch...so of course we ended up at McDonalds (aka McNasty's). What is it with kids and McDonalds? So here are the kids enjoying the deep-fried McCuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheRY5ucikI/AAAAAAAAAi8/qDr6P52qlpU/s1600-h/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338895740269529666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheRY5ucikI/AAAAAAAAAi8/qDr6P52qlpU/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheRfaq2FXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5rLKhDvtn54/s1600-h/IMG_3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338895852192011634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SheRfaq2FXI/AAAAAAAAAjE/5rLKhDvtn54/s320/IMG_3025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmy sampling her first french fry..."yum, this is better than the green stuff mom feeds me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Addie dipping her mystery meat in caramel...it makes a mother proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&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/6110779243107673271-3622422772982982881?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3622422772982982881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/abcs-and-kissing-froggies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/3622422772982982881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/3622422772982982881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/abcs-and-kissing-froggies.html' title='ABC&apos;s and Kissin&apos; Froggies'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShsnKO5kqdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-njJShTnfks/s72-c/IMG_3008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-4863740440744473949</id><published>2009-05-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:09:13.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all The B's I've Loved Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShTtSDVLq-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/SmSvLQ_oJ1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338152352728460258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShTtSDVLq-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/SmSvLQ_oJ1Q/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'll admit, I've probably always let my kids have their binky's too long. They are usually around 2 when I finally take it away. It's funny, with each growing kid we think they are the ones that liked it the most. Ashley loved her bink and I never thought she'd part with it. She nicknamed it the "B" and all the kids have followed suit. Nattie loved the B so much I thought it was going to be an impossible task to take it away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShT7h27ZNcI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fPqMtTwzAMU/s1600-h/Picture+037a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338168017439765954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShT7h27ZNcI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fPqMtTwzAMU/s200/Picture+037a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Addison came along...and made me realize the first two were a piece of cake! For some reason age 2 came and went...and so did my consistent parenting. Addie didn't just love her B, she &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; her B! I had managed to at least contain it to naptime and bedtime, lest I face the ridicule and scorn of those "judgy" moms out there. Whatever, it's not like my kid is almost 3 or anything...oh wait a minute, she'll be 3 in July and I am one of THOSE judgy moms myself (ironic, isn't it?) A kid who can talk in full sentences shouldn't still have a dang binky!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShT67sv_6XI/AAAAAAAAAhs/pA9bwl5udZ8/s1600-h/Picture+310a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338167361872587122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShT67sv_6XI/AAAAAAAAAhs/pA9bwl5udZ8/s320/Picture+310a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now If I could only get Addie to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week or so ago Addie lost both her B's. I eventually found them both and hid them. She napped and went to bed without them (not happily, I might add) for a few days and I figured the B was a thing of the past...but my lovely little Addie had other plans. Unbeknownst to me, she started stealing the B from sweet, unsuspecting little Emery. I discovered this one afternoon when I checked on them. At first I laughed, took it away, and didn't give it much thought...until she did it again the next day and the next. Then it wasn't so cute or funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShVs3IpAL6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/7TPPu4TpFPw/s1600-h/IMG_2980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338292627785658274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShVs3IpAL6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/7TPPu4TpFPw/s320/IMG_2980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried laying Emmy as close to the other side of the crib as possible and put the side up on the crib to no avail. I don't know if Addison pulls her by the legs or arms to get her close enough to snatch her beloved B or what, all I know is that tonight we had to have a "hoedown throwdown" with that kid after she grabbed her loot and woke up the baby in the process . First I resorted to a good old-fashioned swat on the butt (no judging till you've been there!), which was so effective that 5 minutes later she had the B in her mouth again. I threw my hands up in the air and Dave, who is usually the 'good cop' around here went in and threatened her with having to sleep in the basement (where Addie thinks Cookie Monster lives) if she pulled that stunt one more time. I didn't think it would work, but lo and behold, 10 minutes later she was sound asleep sans the B! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShT18a7PeMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zAA1Qe4bvOg/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338161876709636290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShT18a7PeMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zAA1Qe4bvOg/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we'll see how long it lasts...but I'm not holding my breath. Addie is such a headstrong little stinker (that's for you Janet, I would have said little #!%@) that sometimes she rules this roost and makes her sisters cry. She is also incredibly charming, sweet, and hilarious at the same time so we can't help but love her, even when we want to beat her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(P.S. I stole this title from one of my cousin-in-laws posts. She is hilarious and I just want to give credit where it's due. You can check it it out &lt;a href="http://petonfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-all-cars-ive-loved-before.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; if you want a good laugh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-4863740440744473949?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4863740440744473949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-all-bs-ive-loved-before.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/4863740440744473949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/4863740440744473949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-all-bs-ive-loved-before.html' title='To all The B&apos;s I&apos;ve Loved Before'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShTtSDVLq-I/AAAAAAAAAf8/SmSvLQ_oJ1Q/s72-c/IMG_1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-8401843364679727692</id><published>2009-05-19T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:07:12.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Banna Bo Bana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShNDzODvjeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mRXhd4Pn9lU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337684530590354914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShNDzODvjeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mRXhd4Pn9lU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad took me and natalie to go see Hanna Montana the movie.dad got&lt;br /&gt;us popcorn in a cup and natalie chewed the cup.There were lots of poeple there my favorite part was when they did the dance called howdown&lt;br /&gt;throwdown.i think natalies favrite part was when the girl rode the horse.The&lt;br /&gt;movie was funny.I had a fun time with dad and natalie. by Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-8401843364679727692?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8401843364679727692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanna-banna-bo-bana.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8401843364679727692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8401843364679727692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanna-banna-bo-bana.html' title='Hannah Banna Bo Bana'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShNDzODvjeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mRXhd4Pn9lU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-7818829215383272867</id><published>2009-05-16T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:33:04.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance and Fantasy Faire</title><content type='html'>Ashley's 2nd grade class has been learning all about the Renaissance this year...and oddly enough, there just happens to be a Renaissance Festival in Ogden every year at this time - who knew?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8VcSEck5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/TbbU8NLkaRg/s1600-h/IMG_2918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336507659088335762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8VcSEck5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/TbbU8NLkaRg/s320/IMG_2918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, with the smell of inscense ripe in the air (at least I think it was inscense...), we were all curious as to what fun activities and performances the festival had in store...&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were jesters and magic shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5TKk8ynXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CelgCuOnTKs/s1600-h/ringinmidair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336294049663065458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5TKk8ynXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CelgCuOnTKs/s200/ringinmidair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336525661851614818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8l0Llr_mI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4wgkfFIIgmw/s200/2006-jester1stplsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Royalty...(someone had to tell me she was "Lady Queen Elizabeth")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-TplPG8-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ximeW_gcfDM/s1600-h/QueenElizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336646426036728802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-TplPG8-I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ximeW_gcfDM/s320/QueenElizabeth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Musical Entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8qPWxGLmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-rippgzK4DM/s1600-h/IMG_2932.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336646939610892434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-UHecuyJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kFsCGCgvcas/s200/IMG_2932a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (Yes, this dude's hair is real...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336647102549944578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-UQ9cbaQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/2nT5ecV6J_U/s200/IMG_2933a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Interpretive Dancing...(funny, I didn't think I smelled alcohol on her when she sashayed past me)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336648605133823410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-VobAV3bI/AAAAAAAAAds/jJ3SKDJBfSM/s200/IMG_2935a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Grown men playing with foam shields and fake swords in their fake castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-W4LRUFoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MPwQ_ktqP7c/s1600-h/IMG_2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336649975299577474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-W4LRUFoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/MPwQ_ktqP7c/s200/IMG_2961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336650437182588082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-XTD6zhLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1ivwVdDSxyc/s200/IMG_2964a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Which actually looked like a lot of fun and some of the kids got to try it and LOVED it. The fake swords made a really loud "thud" everytime they hit the shields, so I'm sure the kids felt like Bad A's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what should have been a dang cool Joust with real horses - but unfortunately they didn't perform until Saturday so instead of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8isVNMFoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kdIPujrxQYI/s1600-h/Joust%2520Head%2520On.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336522228459378306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8isVNMFoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kdIPujrxQYI/s320/Joust%2520Head%2520On.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336301238321831058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5ZtAymXJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Tzw1xSwCwGk/s320/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids to to ride ponies as a consolation prize. There were also camel rides but the line was way long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids (and adults) were pretty bummed about the Joust - okay, I was a little ticked. That was the only reason I wanted to go! We were all totally looking forward to it since how often do you get the chance to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336303596594077778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5b2SChIFI/AAAAAAAAAac/JAMscWSptEc/s320/IMG_2929.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I joked with the kids that this is how "time-out" was done in Medeival Times...where can I get one of these for my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336303406506452802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5brN6GJ0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/ssnjesYlt-g/s320/IMG_2950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lady Ashley and her Mexi-Maiden Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5ggzEoF3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/kYpAv4s_MnE/s1600-h/IMG_2954b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336308725062309746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5ggzEoF3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/kYpAv4s_MnE/s200/IMG_2954b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ye Olde "Crapper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They gave all the kids water bottles and I was wondering if they might regret it...a bunch of kids ended up having to visit the blue beast, Ashley being among them. This is the first time she's ever used one and it grossed her out. She held it forever until finally she broke down and went it. Afterwards she said "ewww mom, there wasn't even a sink in there!" She is too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd have to say the most fun thing about the festival was people watching. Another mom friend and I were having a great time walking around trying to keep a straight face. Like when we passed these handsome fellas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8s-_BOUeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HnN2yCVCKh0/s1600-h/IMG_2956a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336533544037405154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8s-_BOUeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HnN2yCVCKh0/s200/IMG_2956a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creepy Old Dude Fairy...he had pointy ears on, creepy hair, and an even creepier smile. We made the girls pose with him and none of them wanted to. Ashley stood at the end on purpose. It was funny and kind of mean...but I'm a mean mom like that.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8uC47-UzI/AAAAAAAAAck/KWdNbOlD9gs/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336534710635877170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8uC47-UzI/AAAAAAAAAck/KWdNbOlD9gs/s200/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first couple we decided had to be brother and sister...can you imagine bringing home either of them for your parents approval? This other guy reminded us of Fat Bastard from Austin Powers...he's right sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5ZN4UmJoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uprtulmu8uY/s1600-h/IMG_2951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336300703472559746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg5ZN4UmJoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uprtulmu8uY/s200/IMG_2951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336533230761556674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8ssv-cOsI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YoPsgnhsdS4/s200/IMG_2954a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And last, but not least, a Medieval "alternative" couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-s3WR9TFI/AAAAAAAAAeE/P0zXIErGoGY/s1600-h/IMG_2945a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-NbUoBTgI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ejnQwulxk7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336674367875326066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-tEAskIHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Mn9l9Yt75aU/s200/IMG_2945a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-tQMSOB1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/UFfXv6ue5ts/s1600-h/IMG_2943b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336674577144481618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-tQMSOB1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/UFfXv6ue5ts/s200/IMG_2943b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-OVfnZfXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fKUiOWsepDM/s1600-h/IMG_2943b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Umm, guess again - Me thinks this dude doth look like a lady!&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;So overall Ashley and I had a good time, even though I'm guessing it will be the one and only time I attend a fair like this. Then again, if I could be guaranteed an awesome Joust with a little violence, and possibly some blood, I could probably be swayed into hanging out with the Lords, Maidens, Jesters and Fairies (aka Drama Club flunkees) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336644783760509666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg-SJ_R8iuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/67d8BHtTYFA/s320/IMG_2965a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Current...and future Lovely Fair Maidens&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/6110779243107673271-7818829215383272867?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/7818829215383272867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/renaissance-and-fairy-faire.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/7818829215383272867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/7818829215383272867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/renaissance-and-fairy-faire.html' title='Renaissance and Fantasy Faire'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sg8VcSEck5I/AAAAAAAAAa8/TbbU8NLkaRg/s72-c/IMG_2918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-8016445144603383019</id><published>2009-05-13T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:40:25.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching grass (and maybe gardens) grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgvDYcPknZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JxsDY0TmW6Q/s1600-h/Picture+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335573008216268178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgvDYcPknZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JxsDY0TmW6Q/s320/Picture+323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday Ashley had a fancy schmancy piano recital at South Towne Mall for Mother's Day. There were 8 pianos in all and all the songs were performed as duets and performed in unison. It was very impressive sounding and Ashley did really well. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SguzoRBiz6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/pF0_UYiUrQc/s1600-h/Picture+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335555687896502178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SguzoRBiz6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/pF0_UYiUrQc/s320/Picture+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was ever-so-serious playing from memory in front of about 150 people. They also did a little song and dance number that Ashley hated, but I thought it was cute. No pictures because Dave had camera duty (I was videotaping). Ashley invited her cute friend Lanie who gave her Dove chocolates afterwards (her fave!) and a note that said "You Dove a good job Ashley". It was so thoughtful and nice. Mom and Dad gave her a pat on the back. Thanks for showing us up kid! Actually we had ice-cream afterwards, so it was all good.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335541210018031074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgumdiuVJeI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RHglFlvBOmg/s320/Picture+277.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Nattie grows grass...(not the kind for profit unfortunately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day we were cleaning house and we came across Nattie's grass. She brought it home from school a couple of weeks ago and it even received a couple of "hair cuts" (courtesy of Nat). It was time for her grass to find a new home so we took a pic and chucked it. I love that my kids finally get that we can't keep all of their treasures. It was getting tiring having to play dumb when my kids discovered artwork and projects in the recycle bin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SguuuOHptdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wmRBolf1bn0/s1600-h/Picture+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335550292637890002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SguuuOHptdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wmRBolf1bn0/s320/Picture+335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided I wanted vinyl planting boxes this year and Dave spent most of the weekend finishing them in time for Mother's Day. He is so sweet to do this for me, considering I already have a garden, it's just not very pretty (railroad ties - ugh!). There is something so appealing about pretty boxes, perfect fertilized dirt, and the idea of shopping for fruits and veggies in your back yard that made me feel so ambitious at the nursery. I bought tomatoes, green/red bell peppers, carrots,squash, pumpkins, watermelon, cucumber, strawberries, and some herbs. Wow. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed just writing all that considering I'm hardly a master gardner... but I'm hoping my enthusiasm (and some watering) will be enough. Something better harvest or I'm going to be ticked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgupYu-mMGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ijLG4jYdQvI/s1600-h/Picture+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335544425943019618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgupYu-mMGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ijLG4jYdQvI/s320/Picture+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emmy a few weeks back. I was cooking dinner and put her in her swing for a change of scenery from her saucer. It took awhile before anyone noticed that poor Emmy was slip-slidin' away. She wasn't even mad, she was just chillin' probably wondering where the crap her mom was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgusvpyKXHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zOi8zywOEYw/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335548118220561522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgusvpyKXHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zOi8zywOEYw/s320/Picture+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Parental neglect take 2. Here is poor Emmy again hanging on for dear life (where is this kid's mom??) Hmmm, maybe that's what the straps and buckles are for...oh well, no harm no foul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend Andrea (who has great taste) gave me some "hand-me-downs" for Emmy that look brand-new. This outfit is one of my favorites. Maybe it would be nice to venture outside the Old Navy world once in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgvFMYAZ17I/AAAAAAAAAW0/HiU7xlX8gC4/s1600-h/Picture+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335574999943731122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgvFMYAZ17I/AAAAAAAAAW0/HiU7xlX8gC4/s320/Picture+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgvAv4RoqHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/X-JOxAjfYW0/s1600-h/Picture+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335570112343222386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgvAv4RoqHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/X-JOxAjfYW0/s320/Picture+297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could seriously kiss these cheeks all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison and Natalie in a rare, loving, sisterly embrace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335569556457676226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgvAPhcMXcI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NZh6I5riYgY/s320/Picture+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look quick before it's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-8016445144603383019?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8016445144603383019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-saturday-ashley-had-fancy-schmancy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8016445144603383019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8016445144603383019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-saturday-ashley-had-fancy-schmancy.html' title='Watching grass (and maybe gardens) grow'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgvDYcPknZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JxsDY0TmW6Q/s72-c/Picture+323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-4363103775293935894</id><published>2009-05-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:42:33.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakin' Up is hard to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Memory of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333459574270812322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgRBOZRRYKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/kJj_IxNV4s8/s320/coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1989-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hi, my name is Nancy and I was addicted to Coke. Not the scary, illegal stuff but the ever-so-satisfying, refreshing, and tasty Diet Coke. I started out drinking the hard stuff (regular), changed the error of my ways about 10 years ago when I discovered glorious Diet, and then eventually switched to caffeine-free diet so I could justify drinking it throughout my 4 pregnancies (so what, they turned out fine)...and also so I could drink as much of it as I wanted and not be up all night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I've officially given it up for good. Today is 60 days since I've had even a sip of the most divine drink known to man. DC has been my good friend for a lot of years, has seen me through thick and thin (and was probably the cause of some of that thickness in High School) and I never got sick of it. Problem is, I'd usually pass up water for DC and that's not so good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, in my effort to commit to better health, I'm giving up the dang sugar laden syrup water that used to bring me so much joy in life...okay, so I'm being a little dramatic. Truth is, it really wasn't that hard, and it helps that Dave gave it up too. Occassionally I will still glance lovingly at DC with ice when my friends are drinking it, but I find that the cravings are mostly gone. I'm drinking a lot more good old-fashioned H2O, and honestly I feel better (yes, that is what I tell myself). So, farewell my longtime friend, I will think of you often but hope our paths don't cross again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-4363103775293935894?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4363103775293935894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakin-up-is-hard-to-do.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/4363103775293935894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/4363103775293935894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakin-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Breakin&apos; Up is hard to do'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SgRBOZRRYKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/kJj_IxNV4s8/s72-c/coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-5365284603652025514</id><published>2009-05-02T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:38:11.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got Spirit, YES WE DO!</title><content type='html'>So, I had all these grand intentions of "back blogging" and I can't even manage t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0eYIZuvbI/AAAAAAAAATM/pvCy19zEkG0/s1600-h/IMG_2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331450933797633458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0eYIZuvbI/AAAAAAAAATM/pvCy19zEkG0/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o post in the current week most of the time. Oh well, I've never been accused of being ontime to anything, so I guess this blogging business is just par for the course.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago was Spirit Week at American Heritage, and my girls were eager to participate! They reminded me a 1/2 dozen times and then even started a countdown on Saturday of how many days until Crazy Hair day. So here's how the week went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday~Crazy Hair Day&lt;/strong&gt; Need I say more? Some boy yelled "Hey Christmas Head" to Ashley at recess and she thought he was rude. I thought it was kind of funny - they did look like Christmas heads! They were so excited to have colored hair so we went to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0fvN6yQ9I/AAAAAAAAATU/DKUK1mcgnNg/s1600-h/IMG_2788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331452429927072722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0fvN6yQ9I/AAAAAAAAATU/DKUK1mcgnNg/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday ~ 80's day&lt;/strong&gt; Does this seem weird to anyone but me? Maybe because that decade (ages 7-17 for me)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0ufGDAjuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qbIgTPWJ2_4/s1600-h/IMG_2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331468645610589922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0ufGDAjuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qbIgTPWJ2_4/s320/IMG_2789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was one I'd like to forget. UGH. One day I will post pics of me embracing my 80's hispanic-ness. It will be a real treat. The girls actually managed to pull off the 80's look and still look cute (quite an impressive feat). Natalie even won for Best costume in her class. Ashley was a little jelly but it's good for her. Natalie wore her fave Tom and Jerry T-shirt that Grandma Janet gave her (she'd wear it everyday if I'd let her). She still loves the cartoon and prefers the old-school violence riddled episodes as opposed to "Tom and Jerry Tales" the kinder, gentler version. Oh well. Dave and I both loved T &amp;amp; J and look how awesome we turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331462283084804066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0osvypr-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/vzPF2AAkusg/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday ~Pajama Day&lt;/strong&gt; Nuff said. Except that I have to add that Natalie could not understand why she couldn't wear the same PJ's to bed that she wanted to wear to school. Dave and I kept telling her that was kind of gross but she just thought we were being so mean. Natalie and personal hygiene don't always go hand in hand. For all I know she's already been labeled the stinky kid at school.&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;br /&gt;Thursday ~ Foreign Culture Day. By Thursday I wasn't so much feeling the "Spirit" Week anymore so no dress-up...but they are 1/2 Mexican so does that count?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331460411023577730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0m_x0eUoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kaK_go_basE/s320/IMG_2812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday ~ Sports Day&lt;/strong&gt; Go Jazz! Go Utah! Just kidding. We don't really follow college anything around here, so the Jazz are our favorite by default. Today was also the school Talent Show and Ashley tried out and was chosen to be in it. She played "Riding My Pony" on the piano and since she's known it for awhile, she played it from memory. She did great. I'm so happy for her that she will know how to play an instrument, and if she's lucky sing in tune. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331457750127208130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0kk5NV5sI/AAAAAAAAATs/Fu_WM5RNupQ/s320/IMG_2813.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was a pretty fun week for the girls and they came home excited everyday to tell me what crazy things kids were wearing at school. I think they especially liked getting to "dress-up" when it wasn't even Halloween. &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331475293981560898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf00iFKK0EI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ple7KgszK_4/s320/IMG_2800.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;On a side note, I think Emmy has discovered her talent for sticking almost her entire foot in her mouth. Mmmmm...tastes like chicken.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-5365284603652025514?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5365284603652025514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/weve-got-spirit-yes-we-do.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5365284603652025514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/5365284603652025514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/weve-got-spirit-yes-we-do.html' title='We&apos;ve got Spirit, YES WE DO!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf0eYIZuvbI/AAAAAAAAATM/pvCy19zEkG0/s72-c/IMG_2784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-7417704330542007355</id><published>2009-05-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:44:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf2mLGC34yI/AAAAAAAAAUc/U9U-w3KC8NY/s1600-h/IMG_2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600243407971106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf2mLGC34yI/AAAAAAAAAUc/U9U-w3KC8NY/s320/IMG_2846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashley's class got to go see the movie Earth to celebrate Earth Day. Siblings were welcome so I checked Natalie out of school so she could come with and brought Addison along for the ride too (sorry Emmy, you were ditched again). The school had rented out an entire movie theatre for the showing which was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really done beautifully, and it helped you appreciate nature and the sometimes sad circle of life. Afterwards it was fun to listen to the kids talk about their favorite parts and also the saddest.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my chargees: Ashley, Abigail, Lainie, Garrison, and my two cute freeloaders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-7417704330542007355?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/7417704330542007355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-earth-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/7417704330542007355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/7417704330542007355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth Day'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sf2mLGC34yI/AAAAAAAAAUc/U9U-w3KC8NY/s72-c/IMG_2846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-6324404905085472541</id><published>2009-04-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:28:52.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE for Dummies</title><content type='html'>It used to be that Dave and I could get away with doing just the "activity" part for Family Home Evening, like a family bike ride, a walk, reading books, etc. Not the case anymore. Fortunately(?) for us, Ashley is inheritantly a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;do-gooder&lt;/span&gt; and has taken it upon herself to make sure we &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sfdd0IXkdII/AAAAAAAAASE/uKO-6FUlf_A/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329831834197193858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sfdd0IXkdII/AAAAAAAAASE/uKO-6FUlf_A/s320/IMG_2847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"real"&lt;/span&gt; FHE (her words not mine). It all started when the kids went to a Primary activity and made these cute FHE charts. I put them in the pantry thinking yeah, we'll have to use those...but figured they would never see the light of day. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Silly me.&lt;/span&gt; After that both the girls were insistent that we start using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night we had our first official FHE, with everyone in the family getting assignments as per the chart. Addie said the prayer (sort of) and Natalie chose the song. We &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; to sing "I am a Child of God" and I'm pretty sure our voices &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;removed&lt;/span&gt; the spirit instead of inviting it. It was pretty ugly. I couldn't even look Dave in the eye because I knew we would start laughing since Dave and I are best described as&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "musically inept".&lt;/span&gt; In fact, once on his mission he and his companion were singing in sacrament and an old guy told them afterwards "I admire your effort, but you boys have terrible singing voices". &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rude!&lt;/span&gt; Sadly, I would probably be given the same feedback if I ever chose to actually sing in public and not just mouth the words. I sing in my car with my kids, but they are trapped and have no choice but to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley had the lesson and chose to do it on the Word of Wisdom and she did a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great job!&lt;/span&gt; She had written it out and even had us answer questions along the way. It was pretty cute. At the end of her lesson she had actually written out "now it's Dad's turn to do the activity" and read it right from the page. Too funny. Dave had printed off &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Mormon Bingo"&lt;/span&gt; (apparently he took his assignment very seriously) and we used Cheerios for markers. That wasn't so smart with Addie around...ever time she got a few spots covered she would say she didn't want to play anymore so she could eat the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheerios&lt;/span&gt;. She did that a few times until we just gave her her own bowl. After that she was done playing. We decided to call out "Amen" instead of Bingo and it was hilarious. Every time one off the girls said it we all laughed. I got the treat assignment which consisted of walking to the freezer to get the ice cream. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt; I hope I get to do the treat every week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, the whole thing was over in about 20 minutes but the girls had fun planning it. I guess now we can't get by just "phoning in" our FHE nights. Bummer. That's what we get for letting the girls go to church I guess :) Now if they start insisting on fasting or attending Stake Conference we are going to have to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;draw the line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-6324404905085472541?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6324404905085472541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/fhe-for-dummies.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/6324404905085472541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/6324404905085472541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/fhe-for-dummies.html' title='FHE for Dummies'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sfdd0IXkdII/AAAAAAAAASE/uKO-6FUlf_A/s72-c/IMG_2847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-2221680875266057466</id><published>2009-04-25T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:13:33.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Them are fightin' words!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SfOUsUbhhXI/AAAAAAAAARM/WbpQI6gvrRM/s1600-h/MrT15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328766273228735858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SfOUsUbhhXI/AAAAAAAAARM/WbpQI6gvrRM/s200/MrT15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few days ago Addison and Natalie were fighting over a toy or something and I broke it up by taking the toy away from both of them. Addison decided to get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"lippy"&lt;/span&gt; with me and yelled &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I don't like you!!"&lt;/span&gt; This being the first time my 2 year-old has said that I didn't know if I should feel bad or laugh. I sort of did both because I was so caught off guard it was almost cute. 2 days later she said it again and that time it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wasn't so cute&lt;/span&gt; and she landed her butt in time-out (her second home). Right now I can't imagine my sweet little Emmy saying this to me, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time (I'm currently 3 for 4 right now) I hope times like these just toughen me up for the teenage years that lay ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you know Natalie&lt;/span&gt; at all, you know that she tends to be my most dramatic and emotional child. We never seem to know what's going to set her off and a lot of times we butt heads to the point where Dave has to break it up (sad but true) Sometimes the simplest things li&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SfOdBf_7_mI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DZoGs9ZcoB8/s1600-h/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328775433204530786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SfOdBf_7_mI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DZoGs9ZcoB8/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ke getting out of bed are cause for major &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meltdowns&lt;/span&gt; around here. Last Tuesday Natalie woke up ready for a fight. Everything was making her cry and my patience meter was near exploding. After a few &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SfOZZlOuXSI/AAAAAAAAARs/KY18Qw72pL4/s1600-h/IMG_2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rounds she yelled "you're not being very nice to me!". Instead of responding like a "nurturing mom" might respond, instead my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inner 5-year old&lt;/span&gt; came out and I yelled back "well, you're not being nice to me either!". Yes, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to admit that I felt better after &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SfObm-0odMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VSqm2uyJ4Ew/s1600-h/IMG_2749a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328773878110516418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SfObm-0odMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/VSqm2uyJ4Ew/s320/IMG_2749a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I said it. After school I figured she'd still be cranky, but instead she went out to play for awhile and brought me back these dandelions (probably from our front yard) and put a cute note on them that said "From Natalie to Mom". It was so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and unexpected&lt;/span&gt; that I was humbled by her ability to just move on and forget about how our day had started. She and I both have so much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;growing up&lt;/span&gt; to do...but it's times like this that remind me how much I truly love that kid - for better or worse. &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/6110779243107673271-2221680875266057466?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2221680875266057466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/them-are-fightin-words.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/2221680875266057466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/2221680875266057466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/them-are-fightin-words.html' title='Them are fightin&apos; words!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SfOUsUbhhXI/AAAAAAAAARM/WbpQI6gvrRM/s72-c/MrT15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-1676299704012210775</id><published>2009-04-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T08:15:46.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Firsts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewSC0uU2WI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LfYWEPW7RUU/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326652298994440546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewSC0uU2WI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LfYWEPW7RUU/s320/IMG_2657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewSIDvC4lI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3N2hGM_sF4A/s1600-h/IMG_2656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326652388923335250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewSIDvC4lI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3N2hGM_sF4A/s320/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All last week the girls kept asking if we could have&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "backwards day"&lt;/span&gt; and eat dessert before dinner one night. So, I thought what the heck and I bought what I thought looked like a fun cake to make (Funfetti says it all, right?) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;complete with sprinkles and everything.&lt;/span&gt; We made it right after school and the girls (and our adopted daughter Kathryn) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ate cake&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of the day &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for no reason&lt;/span&gt;. The girls thought it was pretty cool and since it was just for us, I let them frost most of it and do the sprinkles. This is the girls with the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326525505009029858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeueucUfEuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3YmnYa7doAo/s320/IMG_2660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The really sad thing about the girls being so excited is that I am not a baker at all (as illustrated above). I can count the times (maybe on 2 hands) that I have actually "made cookies" with the girls. I am the reason that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Break and Bake"&lt;/span&gt; cookies were invented (I know Aunt Jenn is shaking her head in dismay). We do those pretty regularly an also Papa Johns chocolate chip is our fave. But more often than not the girls will eat the cookie dough here and there and before I know it there is only enough for like 3 cookies. Nattie is hilarious, she doesn't like chocolate (I know, we think she's weird too) but she loves chocolate chip cookie dough. She spits out the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt; like watermelon seeds, it's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326525621156511458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Seue1NAM_uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Gms700pPnSw/s320/IMG_2661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ashley kept saying "this cake smells SO delicious!" It was making me laugh. My good friend Amy used to invite Ashley over to her house to make cookies when she was younger. I remember so clearly the first time Ashley went over there she came back just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amazed&lt;/span&gt; at all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"stuff"&lt;/span&gt; that Amy used to make cookies (not just oil, eggs, and water). I remember feeling like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loser mom&lt;/span&gt; for a minute, but obviously I got over it. In my defense, I like to bake yummy bread (banana, zuchinni and orange spice are our faves) and I love to cook. So, at least my girls won't be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clueless in the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;...even though they may be buying pre-made if ever asked to bring the baked goods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Seufs_3PjaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Oyj3MRugQvw/s1600-h/IMG_2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326526579701943714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Seufs_3PjaI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Oyj3MRugQvw/s320/IMG_2711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ashley's class had a field trip to an Archery range last Friday. When I first heard about it I thought to myself (WTF?) Girls, that means &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what the freak&lt;/span&gt; just in case you are wondering. I volunteered to drive and ditched the younger 2 since it sounded dangerous enough for my 7 year-old, let alone a toddler and an infant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daija, Lainie, Ashley, and Erin standing in front of an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; dead animal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326642968333222034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewJjtTVgJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/b02QQEuRJlE/s400/IMG_2712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewBe3-M0wI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FjUPhUAPSVM/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326634089204994818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewBe3-M0wI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FjUPhUAPSVM/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what the range looked like (nice decor, huh?) It also looks like Mrs. Luck is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;choking&lt;/span&gt; a student. It's okay though, I think he is one of the bad kids. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewJ0O4KA1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/095A7NH1xhA/s1600-h/IMG_2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326643252223935314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewJ0O4KA1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/095A7NH1xhA/s400/IMG_2722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Ashley &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;learning the ropes&lt;/span&gt; with the instructor. The kids got to shoot arrows for about 45 minutes and it was pretty fun to watch. At first I didn't really think the field trip sounded too fun, but even Mrs. Luck and I got to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;try a few&lt;/span&gt; and it was pretty fun (in a redneck sport kind of a way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeuhxGBn35I/AAAAAAAAANk/TQQP8Ojdu54/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326528849098825618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeuhxGBn35I/AAAAAAAAANk/TQQP8Ojdu54/s320/IMG_2731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeugAs8bRBI/AAAAAAAAANE/_AZyPYsbC88/s1600-h/IMG_2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Ashley doing it without any help. She's got her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;game face&lt;/span&gt; on and everything - check out that form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326662755819838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sewbjfbx3OI/AAAAAAAAAQs/482nD_70XZE/s320/IMG_2725.JPG" border="0" /&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;It came as no surprise that Ashley was a pretty decent shot &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(yawn)&lt;/span&gt; I don't think there is anything that this kid isn't pretty good at and I continue to wonder who her parents are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326638912791143922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewF3pOwZfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/N0D-15PQY9s/s320/IMG_2738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ashley got invited to a swimming party over the weekend, and the location was just far enough to be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pain in the butt&lt;/span&gt; to drop off and pick-up 1 1/2 hours later...so we decided to just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tag along&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and do our own thing while she partied with her friends. Addison had never been to an indoor pool and Nattie always asks if we can go to one, so everyone was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; that night. Here is Addie the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and Nat chillin' in the tunnel. This was at Gene Fullmer indoor pool. It was actually nicer than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326637670790559970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewEvWaveOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Q3BkL0Vh3FI/s320/IMG_2739.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ashley and Lanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewFThLA9OI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AnU6qmAzyQc/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326638292152677602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewFThLA9OI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AnU6qmAzyQc/s320/IMG_2734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewFl9ZgM8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dIG53BzH3hY/s1600-h/IMG_2743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326638608967283650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewFl9ZgM8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dIG53BzH3hY/s320/IMG_2743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Us girls. It was nice to give our new swim suits a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trial run&lt;/span&gt; and also just to hang out with Natalie and Addison for most of the night. They had a blast and even though their lips started to look blue (indoor pools are always a little too on the cold side) they didn't want to go home! Now we are all so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ready and excited for summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326646744722259666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewM_hcpPtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/q9FX7Tbd2lk/s320/IMG_2664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And lastly, Emmy tried avocado for the first time this week and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loved it!&lt;/span&gt; She liked it so much she wouldn't even open her mouth for me after the first bite. She enjoyed it so much that she felt she needed to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spit it at me&lt;/span&gt; so I could taste how yummy it was too. After several delicious mouthfuls she even did the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jim Carrey gag&lt;/span&gt; complete with sound effects for me. Okay, I get it. Quit being so dramatic already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-1676299704012210775?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1676299704012210775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-of-firsts.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/1676299704012210775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/1676299704012210775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-of-firsts.html' title='A Week of Firsts...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SewSC0uU2WI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LfYWEPW7RUU/s72-c/IMG_2657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-6628110990228896829</id><published>2009-04-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:48:58.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Eastermas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325498907786688370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sef5CnpbN3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xVm0VPhetCw/s320/IMG_2592.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our Easter weekend started off &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Double Dippin'&lt;/span&gt; at the South Jordan Easter Egg Hunt &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the Riverton Egg Hunt one hour later (hey, we're hispanic what can I say?) Here are the girls with the obligatory Bunny pic...sorry Emmy, we ditched you this year just in case you were wondering where you're at. The weather was cold and rainy on Saturday, but the girls were so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cute and excited&lt;/span&gt; they didn't care. &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegB5oIjuOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/f0WehUfXWPE/s1600-h/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegTzk19uEI/AAAAAAAAALc/E8qiPFFMYWw/s1600-h/IMG_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325528336149887042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegTzk19uEI/AAAAAAAAALc/E8qiPFFMYWw/s320/IMG_0644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last year Addie looked a little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unsure&lt;/span&gt; about all the commotion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sef5NAhFE2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/k1ie4Edomtg/s1600-h/IMG_2594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325499086261261154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sef5NAhFE2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/k1ie4Edomtg/s320/IMG_2594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not the case this year! Addie was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seasoned pro&lt;/span&gt; and kept asking me if it was our turn to go yet. She made a pretty good haul!&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter 2007&lt;/span&gt; - Look how little the girls were!Ashley appears to either be constipated or trying really hard to get to her loot (probably both!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325534065881558562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegZBFwcriI/AAAAAAAAALk/shxkchlgVzE/s320/DSC02549.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter 2008&lt;/span&gt; - Addie was so little, and oh so innocent back then. I sort of miss that Addie, now she is #1 instigator at our house and is always making Nattie (and sometimes Ashley) cry. She is becoming very familiar with the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"time-out"&lt;/span&gt; couch but you'd never know it by this picture though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325507273152419218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegApjECVZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PZJ045tZoa4/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter 2009&lt;/span&gt; - Wow my girls look so grown up! Welcome to the family Emmy! It's hard to believe that Ashley and Natalie are 2 years apart in this pic, they look about the same age! Ashley is all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;legs&lt;/span&gt; and Nattie has a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;way long&lt;/span&gt; torso&lt;/span&gt;. Addison appears to be all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheeks&lt;/span&gt; and so far, Emmy is all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;melon&lt;/span&gt;. Dave jokes that she looks like a dum-dum sucker with her big noggin and skinny body. Yes, Emmy that's what your dad says and that's why &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm your favorite&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513992228137714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegGwpkhavI/AAAAAAAAALU/741cucGqzmE/s400/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could say we didn't do Easter dress this year because we were being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt;...or I could just fess up that I never got my act together to go look for any. The girls got some new tops and such, but mom was a bit of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slacker&lt;/span&gt; this year in that department (and in lots of other areas I don't have room to mention). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegDMsjxNYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Rcqf4tI0cjw/s1600-h/IMG_2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325510076020110722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegDMsjxNYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Rcqf4tI0cjw/s320/IMG_2610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegdQSWQk-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/tAKlTTjF4lw/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325538725005923298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegdQSWQk-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/tAKlTTjF4lw/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter morning Eve&lt;/span&gt; the girls decided it would be nice to leave the Easter Bunny some carrots and water and also left out all of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Easter baskets and bags&lt;/span&gt; they could find in hopes they would be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over-flowing&lt;/span&gt; with gifts and candy from the EB...??? I am not sure where Dave and I went wrong that our girls have this misconception that Easter is like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas part deux&lt;/span&gt;. Ashley even asked if we had to go to church on Sunday (she gets that from her pappy). When I asked her why she was asking she replied that they might still be opening presents when it started. Oh silly, silly Ashley you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sorely mistaken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325510473163462946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegDj0CH2SI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-OhLpOjIT-U/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter morning Ashley &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;woke up at 6:30 am&lt;/span&gt;, woke up the other kids, and they all came into our room to let us know the EB had arrived! The EB brought them candy, toys, some clothes, and toothpaste (the EB is a practical fellow round these parts) The girls loved all of it and were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very gracious&lt;/span&gt;, even if the gift opening lasted all of 5 minutes. That is one thing I love about our girls, they are always appreciative of the gifts they are given and I hope they always will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny, this year Ashley kept asking me questions about the EB. I tried my best to ignore them, but I have a feeling it is going to become harder to do that. I was talking to some friends about it and we kind of feel the same about the dang EB and how odd the whole thing is. I just hope it's not him (and the mysterious tooth fairy) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that spill the jellybeans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegDroqCEaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/j9pUdVGzwco/s1600-h/IMG_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325510607548584354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegDroqCEaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/j9pUdVGzwco/s320/IMG_2619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Janet sent up Easter bags for the girls. She is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to remember every holiday and make it special. They got candy, work-books and coloring books, a cool sand-art kid, and some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"bling".&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Grandma Janet - we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegENILQhZI/AAAAAAAAALM/tDFth02uaZc/s1600-h/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325511182945125778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegENILQhZI/AAAAAAAAALM/tDFth02uaZc/s320/IMG_2647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grandma America&lt;/span&gt; came over after driving home all day from visiting my little bro and sis-in-law in AZ. That was so nice of her, afer driving all day I just want to veg and relax. She brought the girls some cute Easter baskets filled with goodies like puzzles, books, toys, and more candy. The girls &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loved her gifts&lt;/span&gt; and played with the puzzles most of the night. A visit from Grandma was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; way to end the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Easter 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325535002135176530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SegZ3lktJVI/AAAAAAAAALs/a6IDFIq6fCA/s320/IMG_2640.JPG" border="0" /&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/6110779243107673271-6628110990228896829?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6628110990228896829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/merry-eastermas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/6628110990228896829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/6628110990228896829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/merry-eastermas.html' title='Merry Eastermas?'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/Sef5CnpbN3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xVm0VPhetCw/s72-c/IMG_2592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-1133603098127199589</id><published>2009-04-11T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:45:52.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQXe5NHfBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XJaO9CjhQjQ/s1600-h/IMG_2587a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324406478978120722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQXe5NHfBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XJaO9CjhQjQ/s320/IMG_2587a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SePK8zu17fI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tQAum6rTrYk/s1600-h/IMG_2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't figure out why Emmy kept having up-the-back blowouts until Dave said "I think she may need bigger diapers". &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt; problem solved. I think having 4 kids home from school all week has made my brain mushy. I can't believe My baby is in size 3's now! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SePDkP9-XdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XtUElD99rQw/s1600-h/IMG_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQEfjzfSjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/09i1Q8fw8GU/s1600-h/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324385599692425778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQEfjzfSjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/09i1Q8fw8GU/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where does the time go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The girls were so excited to go eat lunch with Dave during their break. Nattie suggested McDonalds (which Ashley and I call McNasty's) and we were all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quick to veto&lt;/span&gt; (sorry Nattie!) so we ended up at our new favorite, Rumbi Grill. When Ashley was younger and McDonalds was her very favorite I told her that one day she was going to get sick of it and that I coudn't wait for that day. She informed me that she was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER going to get sick of it...&lt;/span&gt;I really thought that was true and now just the smell makes her gag. It makes my heart proud...1 kid down, 3 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SePBN_N75vI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Juen6JQrLc/s1600-h/IMG_2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324311630534403826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SePBN_N75vI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-Juen6JQrLc/s400/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so much fun&lt;/span&gt; this week with their friends. Ashley had her friend Savana over for an all-day playdate and they made Bendaroo art, played "girl stuff" with their door closed, listened to their Ipod, and suckered me into playing with them on the trampoline. We played Duck, Duck, Goose and the girls thought it was hysterical that I called them silly names like Dorky, Stinky, and Nutjob instead of Duck...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;talk about an easy audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SePRVAs5WJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z9kRqfJ6lRM/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324329343377823890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SePRVAs5WJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z9kRqfJ6lRM/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQDiFTa9PI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5lwIxcer_R0/s1600-h/IMG_2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324384543532840178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQDiFTa9PI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5lwIxcer_R0/s320/IMG_2586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls had a sleepover with their best friend Kathryn, who just happens to be our neighbor as well. They got to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stay up&lt;/span&gt; "way late"&lt;/span&gt; and had fun watching Transformers, eating candy and popcorn, and goofing around until past 11 pm. Ashley is on a quest to see how late she can stay up. I think her record is midnight, which is pretty impressive for a 7-year old! I remember doing that as a kid and being SO excited to try to stay up all night. It's funny, nowadays I get SO excited if I can make it to bed before &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;midnight.&lt;/span&gt; The girls started out in the basement thinking they were brave enough to make it the whole night...but I heard them whispering ever so quietly up the stairs before making a run to their bunkbeads! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addie likes to say that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324396276320612850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQONBWAsfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/c2rStQAAaVs/s200/cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lives in the basement. She will come up screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bloody murder&lt;/span&gt; when the girls ditch her in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basement...I'm starting to wonder if the older girls aren't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scared of him too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324403121453845122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQUbdc8yoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/0E0Ia2iE-ow/s320/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I promised the girls we would try to do something fun every day of their break...so we finished off the week by going to see Escape to Witch Mountain and it wasn't nearly as cutesy or innocent as I remember the original version I watched a ton as a kid. This new one has a ton of violence, guns, and shooting (oh my!) It was PG so I figured it was safe. Oh well. I hated it but the girls claim they liked it. My star rating: 1 maybe 1 1/2 stars. Definately more of a boy flick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To make up for it&lt;/span&gt;, we went to see Monsters vs. Aliens on Saturday as a fam and the even though it was just okay, the kids liked it...probably because they shared a bucket of popcorn bigger than all their heads put together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324403344268509122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQUobgGv8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/uM4KoRmCGs8/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Even Emmy got into the 3D fun! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Too bad that I really don't enjoy the 3D movies. I feel like the glasses are a pain in the butt, they are always dirty and cloudy, Addison won't leave them on, and to add insult to injury the ticket price is like $2 bucks higher than normal. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No, I am not a fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though we would have loved visiting our family in Arizona, we had a fun Sring Break despite the weather not being so "Springy". It was almost sad (almost) to send the girls off to school today after having so much togetherness this week. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I won't miss the fighting and the whining,&lt;/span&gt; but I will miss my silly girls who are getting so much easier to hang out with...it's amazing how much more I like my kids when they can wipe their own bums. Love you guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-1133603098127199589?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1133603098127199589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-fun.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/1133603098127199589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/1133603098127199589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-fun.html' title='Spring Break Fun!'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SeQXe5NHfBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XJaO9CjhQjQ/s72-c/IMG_2587a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-3181912903846893431</id><published>2009-04-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:58:56.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We sort of thought you were kidding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenn called us last Friday and asked if they could come visit...that same day! She packed for everyone in about 3 hours and then they were off! Lucky for us Uncle Steve and Aunt Jenn are gluttons for punishment and endured the 11 hour trip here...so that we wouldn't have to. It was fun to see them, if only for the weekend, and the kids all got along great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUkwJt-vI/AAAAAAAAACM/K3F25AwUV44/s1600-h/IMG_2536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321729268813527794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUkwJt-vI/AAAAAAAAACM/K3F25AwUV44/s320/IMG_2536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at all these cute cousins! I hope they all grow up to be great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUkc6sVOI/AAAAAAAAACE/RoGZWKTfYFg/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321729263650231522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUkc6sVOI/AAAAAAAAACE/RoGZWKTfYFg/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colby was so funny about the trampoline, he didn't want to get off! He jumped on it more in 2 days than my girls have in the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUkJLxVvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RbTLn1Xlbh0/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321729258353153778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUkJLxVvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RbTLn1Xlbh0/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can tell Brendan and Dave are related, who else wears shorts when everyone is wearing jeans and long sleeves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUjmUaIlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sG8SBlqsUwE/s1600-h/IMG_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321729248994140754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUjmUaIlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sG8SBlqsUwE/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Addie is so dang cute and happy, her smile is contagious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUjdR_FxI/AAAAAAAAABs/apzNI4W3STU/s1600-h/IMG_2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321729246568060690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUjdR_FxI/AAAAAAAAABs/apzNI4W3STU/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a great smile! Ashley you are gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqO7JWOgqI/AAAAAAAAABU/nibxoXoNzXs/s1600-h/IMG_2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321723056464233122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqO7JWOgqI/AAAAAAAAABU/nibxoXoNzXs/s320/IMG_2532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Avery is so cute with Emery and got to play "Mom" while she was here. I am going to miss your help kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-3181912903846893431?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3181912903846893431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-sort-of-thought-you-were-kidding.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/3181912903846893431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/3181912903846893431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-sort-of-thought-you-were-kidding.html' title='We sort of thought you were kidding...'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/SdqUkwJt-vI/AAAAAAAAACM/K3F25AwUV44/s72-c/IMG_2536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6110779243107673271.post-8128808192999702187</id><published>2009-04-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:15:20.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always late to the party</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm finally getting around to crossing off one of my New Year's resolutions (only 2+ years late!)  I saw a picture of a published blog book and it inspired me to attempt to capture the fun moments that just fly.  This is for my girls, I hope you enjoy the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6110779243107673271-8128808192999702187?l=hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8128808192999702187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-late-to-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8128808192999702187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6110779243107673271/posts/default/8128808192999702187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hansenhousehoopla.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-late-to-party.html' title='Always late to the party'/><author><name>Nancy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11232752655044915606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D4-2qyysDG0/ShJHi5aGCsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/a-9AHAk27uM/S220/IMG_0312a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
