<?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-7860595604046409193</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:47:19.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haye Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'>Ampy * Katrina * Zackary * Andrew</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-7069028325177306473</id><published>2009-08-12T20:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:21:51.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll miss you Rajah!!!</title><content type='html'>It's taken me a few days to be able to write this post.  We had to put our sweet Rajah down on Friday.  She had a cancerous mass on her thyroid and was going downhill fast.  The last couple of months she has just not been the same dog...snapping at Zackary, just laying around and not eating much.  When I found out what was causing these changes I knew I did not want her to suffer anymore.  She wouldn't want to hurt her best friend, Zackary and I wanted him to have the best memories of her.   It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajah was the BEST dog, super super hyper but the BEST dog.  Ampy always said that he got a package deal with Rajah and I.  She was very protective of me and made sure Ampy knew that the second we started dating.  She was my first baby and for years she slept right next to me.  I always felt safe with her around.  She loved to run around and chase balls, play in the sprinkler, and sunggle.  Her protectiveness carried to Zackary when he was born.  When he started sleeping in his bedroom Rajah would move her bed right in front of his door and sleep there.  As Zackary got older Rajah allowed him to do anything to her.  He would sit on her head, pull at her face, steal her dog food (Rajah would step aside and let Zackary take her food), and attack her with any toy he could find.  Zackary would laugh so hard when he played with her and just thought she was the best!  Our house is much quieter and a part of our family is missing but we know we'll see her again and take comfort in knowing she is no longer in any pain and running around -- probably driving my grandparents nuts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoNroqJwc2I/AAAAAAAAANY/QnB7cK95WRA/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoNroqJwc2I/AAAAAAAAANY/QnB7cK95WRA/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369253527009915746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN6-DInzMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/G5HcZ-QGxCc/s1600-h/Rajah+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN6-DInzMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/G5HcZ-QGxCc/s400/Rajah+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369270387167710402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN69qiS6aI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rywuXRt9NX4/s1600-h/Rajah+2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN69qiS6aI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rywuXRt9NX4/s400/Rajah+2+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369270380564507042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN68t5k1gI/AAAAAAAAANo/-lL9UMJ1aCY/s1600-h/Rajah+2+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN68t5k1gI/AAAAAAAAANo/-lL9UMJ1aCY/s400/Rajah+2+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369270364287587842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN69EdQ3mI/AAAAAAAAANw/pdMYp-38UKk/s1600-h/Rajah+2+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN69EdQ3mI/AAAAAAAAANw/pdMYp-38UKk/s400/Rajah+2+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369270370342854242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN672sNZUI/AAAAAAAAANg/TYOCcIPgFZM/s1600-h/Rajah+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoN672sNZUI/AAAAAAAAANg/TYOCcIPgFZM/s400/Rajah+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369270349467575618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;We love you Rajah!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/7860595604046409193-7069028325177306473?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7069028325177306473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=7069028325177306473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/7069028325177306473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/7069028325177306473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-miss-you-rajah.html' title='We&apos;ll miss you Rajah!!!'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SoNroqJwc2I/AAAAAAAAANY/QnB7cK95WRA/s72-c/Pumpkin+Patch+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-6501480546764754385</id><published>2009-08-04T23:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:41:34.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy enjoying my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here (finally) are pictures of Andrew Allen who joined our family on June 12th at 4:21pm.  He weighed in at 6 lbs 12 oz and was 20 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8biQrcUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1Las72kN41s/s1600-h/Andrew+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8biQrcUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1Las72kN41s/s400/Andrew+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366316505995374914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8cGPN1YI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QvqIvhE0qE4/s1600-h/Andrew+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8cGPN1YI/AAAAAAAAAM4/QvqIvhE0qE4/s400/Andrew+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366316515652916610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8c3N9DVI/AAAAAAAAANI/epirp_9Nkq0/s1600-h/Andrew+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8c3N9DVI/AAAAAAAAANI/epirp_9Nkq0/s400/Andrew+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366316528800959826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8cnLoisI/AAAAAAAAANA/C2gK7xTM7Hw/s1600-h/Andrew+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8cnLoisI/AAAAAAAAANA/C2gK7xTM7Hw/s400/Andrew+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366316524496259778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A little blurry but one of his first smiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is so much more to catch up on but I should have been in bed hours ago.  I was determined to get some pictures posted so enjoy and stay tuned for more pictures and stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-6501480546764754385?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6501480546764754385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=6501480546764754385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/6501480546764754385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/6501480546764754385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/Snj8biQrcUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1Las72kN41s/s72-c/Andrew+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-4660225089290869028</id><published>2009-04-14T22:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:29:40.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Time</title><content type='html'>I had these big plans for Easter this year and then Zackary was sick the week before and I got sick the day before, so Easter was this...Ampy ran to Walmart late Saturday night to pick something up for Zackary's basket and some plastic eggs to hide.  We filled the eggs with candy we already had at the house and called it good.  Of course Zackary had no clue he missed out on coloring eggs but I was bummed.  I felt better when I saw the smile on his face as he found his new bubble mower and hunted for eggs.  He didn't care on bit and enjoyed what he did have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVErH5BHhI/AAAAAAAAALw/H8BKipjJVWI/s1600-h/Easter+Daddy+and+Zackary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVErH5BHhI/AAAAAAAAALw/H8BKipjJVWI/s400/Easter+Daddy+and+Zackary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737642078739986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVErqMbfEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wY6bvt6CJBs/s1600-h/Easter+Mommy+and+Zackary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVErqMbfEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wY6bvt6CJBs/s400/Easter+Mommy+and+Zackary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737651286965314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVEr3BFuTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TkQWjTmZbjM/s1600-h/Easter+Zackary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVEr3BFuTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TkQWjTmZbjM/s400/Easter+Zackary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737654729062706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVErsUWqZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5oN4ZLK4WMw/s1600-h/Easter+Family+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVErsUWqZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5oN4ZLK4WMw/s400/Easter+Family+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737651857074578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVFLa4rs-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/f77SO___Ymk/s1600-h/Easter+Hunt+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVFLa4rs-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/f77SO___Ymk/s400/Easter+Hunt+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324738196933424098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVFLB88CQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rKOVu3zRjPk/s1600-h/Easter+Hunt+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVFLB88CQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rKOVu3zRjPk/s400/Easter+Hunt+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324738190240385282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVEsEvWkkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eeJSq2Ny9vk/s1600-h/Easter+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVEsEvWkkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eeJSq2Ny9vk/s400/Easter+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737658412765762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please excuse Zackary's lovely outfit he had on while hunting for eggs.  I had something else on him and then he fell and landed in Rajah's water bowl...this is what Ampy put on him :)&lt;/span&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/7860595604046409193-4660225089290869028?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4660225089290869028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=4660225089290869028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/4660225089290869028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/4660225089290869028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-time.html' title='Easter Time'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeVErH5BHhI/AAAAAAAAALw/H8BKipjJVWI/s72-c/Easter+Daddy+and+Zackary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-7697737149143920106</id><published>2009-04-12T21:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:33:09.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have 2 dogs???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About a week ago we all ran to Walmart and Zackary was so good Ampy decided to let him pick out a toy.  Surprise, surprise (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) he picked out a nerf football.  Shortly after we got home it was naptime and Zackary was so obessed with this football that he wanted to take it to bed with him.  This is not something I usually do and Zackary never asks to take toys to bed but I thought oh well and let him have the football.  After about 20 minutes of listening to him talk (and rethinking my idea) I went in and found chunks of the ball chewed up all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeKdhdziGFI/AAAAAAAAALg/lAbeRlYlYi4/s1600-h/Dog+Boy+Mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeKdhdziGFI/AAAAAAAAALg/lAbeRlYlYi4/s400/Dog+Boy+Mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323990907767363666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeKdzK6HFdI/AAAAAAAAALo/eWaGRMpWyBs/s1600-h/Dog+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeKdzK6HFdI/AAAAAAAAALo/eWaGRMpWyBs/s400/Dog+Boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323991211932325330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a split second I was thinking, wait a minute Rajah's been out here.  That passed and I realized that my son had chewed a huge piece of the ball up.  Now what makes me think that I could possibly have 2 dogs is...Zackary LOVES to eat dog food.  Of course I don't give it to him but he will go and take pieces out while Rajah is eating (let me just say that Rajah is perfectly okay with this and steps aside...what dog do you know actually allows you to take food from her??).  Zackary also LOVES to get on his hands and knees and drink out of Rajah's water bowl (I think this is absolutely disgusting along with the dog food).  He also went through a phase where he would dump whatever snack he had on the floor and eat it on his hands and knees like a dog.  AND he started a new thing where he licks everthing.  What is going on???  I would really like to go back to having ONE dog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-7697737149143920106?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7697737149143920106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=7697737149143920106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/7697737149143920106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/7697737149143920106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-i-have-2-dogs.html' title='Do I have 2 dogs???'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SeKdhdziGFI/AAAAAAAAALg/lAbeRlYlYi4/s72-c/Dog+Boy+Mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-845501988045577490</id><published>2009-03-17T22:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:08:09.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper Punishment Would Be...</title><content type='html'>I'm behind in blogging and have been meaning to write these really sweet posts about my husband because his birthday was February 21st and our 5 year anniversary was March 6th, but I no longer feel guilty for not getting those up.  Here was our conversation tonight before he left for work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Staci and I took the boys and walked to the park, which I know isn't too far from her house but to a pregnant woman it's far enough.  As we were coming back and walking up her driveway I said, "anyone who is pregnant and exercises is crazy!"  I was so wiped out from that walk and felt so out of shape.  I know I'm pregnant but come on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampy:  "I know you are.  Just look at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me say that if you know Ampy and I, you know we joke around and tease each other all the time.  I KNOW he was not serious but I'm thinking that I can't let this wonderful (not) comment go unpunished.  So, foot rubs and someone to clean my house for a whole year sounds good to me.  What are your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-845501988045577490?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/845501988045577490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=845501988045577490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/845501988045577490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/845501988045577490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/03/proper-punishment-would-be.html' title='Proper Punishment Would Be...'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-7649555119238053249</id><published>2009-02-24T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:16:43.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week started with...</title><content type='html'>NO HEAT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we woke up and our house was 56 degrees!  Thankfully we have a gas fireplace that kept the back of the house pretty warm but our bedrooms were so cold.  Of course the part that broke was no where to be found in Lexington so it had to be ordered and arrived today.  We now have heat, so this disaster didn't last long, but it still messed my plans up.  Does anyone ever feel like things get completely out of control when just one day doesn't go as planned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-7649555119238053249?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7649555119238053249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=7649555119238053249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/7649555119238053249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/7649555119238053249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-week-started-with.html' title='This week started with...'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-7998706300587709240</id><published>2009-02-20T13:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:21:42.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down!!!</title><content type='html'>The week is almost over!  Zackary is doing much better and has his appetite back!  Ampy comes home in 3 1/2 hours and then he has the ENTIRE weekend off--no working at the hospital or Plumbers!!!  And we get to go on a date tomorrow night for Ampy's birthday, dinner at Ruth's Chris in Louisville!!  Can you tell I'm excited!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-7998706300587709240?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7998706300587709240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=7998706300587709240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/7998706300587709240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/7998706300587709240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down!!!'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-2290688535623855539</id><published>2009-02-18T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:31:24.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this week over yet?</title><content type='html'>WARNING:  Not for readers with weak stomachs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week started Monday morning when Zackary woke up and I had just gotten out of the shower.  He sounded happy so I quickly got dressed and made a quick phone call.  About 15 minutes later I went to get him and was greeted to the smell of puke.  I looked in his crib and it was EVERYWHERE and all over him (do I get mother of the year for letting him hang out for an extra 15 minutes-who knows when he actually got sick).  I proceeded to put him in the tub and then clean up his crib.  I had to use clorox wipes--love these--on his crib because it was all over the rails.  As I was starting to wash his bumper pads (1st load) I ran out of laundry detergent.  We are down to one car so I called Ampy and begged/told him he had to go to the store and get laundry detergent for me.  This of course was after he proceeded to throw up again - on me.  I spent the rest of the day washing laundry with puke on it or changing some rather NASTY diapers!  By Monday night my little guy who can't sit still for longer than 3 minutes was laying around miserable, telling me his "belly hurts," and running a fever.  Tuesday was better in that the puking and dirty diapers were no longer but he still had a fever.  We had our second day of laying around watching Wiggles or Marney (Barney), reading books, and occasionally rolling a ball.  By the time Ampy got home from work he seemed to be doing better.  He had more energy and was being silly and making us laugh.  Thought we were on the downhill side and things would get easier.  Wednesday began with a very CRANKY child!  No fever but the nasty diapers were back and were occuring every half hour.  I put him to bed for an early nap after I had changed his diaper.  Note...he did not have pants on...can you guess what I found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SZzDe9qP23I/AAAAAAAAALI/b4aFuNBDxiI/s1600-h/Fun+Day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SZzDe9qP23I/AAAAAAAAALI/b4aFuNBDxiI/s400/Fun+Day+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304329397850856306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is his nasty diaper on the floor and do you see the smile!  He of course had it on his hands and proceeded to touch the crib rails.  Off to the bath tub again and clorox wipes to the crib!  I'm scared to know what tomorrow and Friday brings!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-2290688535623855539?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2290688535623855539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=2290688535623855539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/2290688535623855539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/2290688535623855539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-week-over-yet.html' title='Is this week over yet?'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SZzDe9qP23I/AAAAAAAAALI/b4aFuNBDxiI/s72-c/Fun+Day+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-53164892031538748</id><published>2009-02-12T04:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:53:36.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughtful hubby</title><content type='html'>When Ampy and I first started dating he would call me whenever there was bad weather (raining, snowing, anything) and tell me to be very careful on the roads or would tell me that there's no reason for me to get out because the weather is bad.  The first few times he told me this I would just laugh at him and give him some smart remark like, "I've been driving for over 10 years, I think I can handle the weather."  My laughing and comments never stopped him from giving me these little warnings.  So now I just smile and say, "I'll be careful and I love you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had some really strong winds (windows rattling and loud winds).  As I was sitting at my computer Ampy called and said just this, "You have some very strong winds coming your way.  Stay away from the windows.  Gotta go, love you bye."  So during his brief phone call, I just listened, smiled and said I love you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-53164892031538748?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/53164892031538748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=53164892031538748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/53164892031538748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/53164892031538748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-thoughtful-hubby.html' title='My thoughtful hubby'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-842977133589193064</id><published>2009-02-04T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:08:17.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again...only in Kentucky</title><content type='html'>I've had several friends tell me their "only in Kentucky would you see/do that" stories and I have another to share.  We were driving home from my parents house when I looked up and saw this sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYpIpCCl6mI/AAAAAAAAALA/exPYnoVS1Wg/s1600-h/White+Castle+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYpIpCCl6mI/AAAAAAAAALA/exPYnoVS1Wg/s400/White+Castle+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299127781314390626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a White Castle sign saying "Reserve your table for Valentines."  I'll be honest I just had to call the number to check it out.  Well the offices were closed but that is the number for the White Castle headquarters in Louisville!  I'm sorry but anyone who goes there for Valentines does not deserve to be "gettin' lucky in Kentucky!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-842977133589193064?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/842977133589193064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=842977133589193064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/842977133589193064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/842977133589193064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-againonly-in-kentucky.html' title='Once again...only in Kentucky'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYpIpCCl6mI/AAAAAAAAALA/exPYnoVS1Wg/s72-c/White+Castle+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-6753527190342653267</id><published>2009-02-03T00:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:57:06.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we're alive!!!</title><content type='html'>So it's been three months since I've posted and those months are a blur!  I feel like time has been FLYING by and I have no idea what's going on.  Craziness!  I'm not going to go into great detail about what's been going on but I'll say two words "I'm pregnant."  Most everyone knows that but I'm using that as my excuse for falling behind.  Here's the list of things that have been going on since the last time I posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; had a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; dressed as Mickey Mouse for our church Trunk or Treat and as a lion for trick or treating (with Brannon as the scarecrow, Victoria as Dorothy, and Brynn as the cow in the tornado).  He loved running up to each house to collect his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;" (translation - candy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfemZX-JrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/X8KLwCc1cvY/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfemZX-JrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/X8KLwCc1cvY/s400/Everyday+Pics+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298448237852501682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that's me dressed up as a clown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfemubNDdI/AAAAAAAAAII/A90a9Rn8pjA/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfemubNDdI/AAAAAAAAAII/A90a9Rn8pjA/s400/Everyday+Pics+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298448243503205842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfmqsLl_FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rJ76IYE4B-s/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfmqsLl_FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rJ76IYE4B-s/s400/Everyday+Pics+2+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298457107713358930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My mom was able to come and visit over Halloween and enjoyed watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; trick or treat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; LOVED all the attention he received.  I, of course, loved the break (obviously I loved having her visit too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfem0CGWQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4it4D-IIjek/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfem0CGWQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4it4D-IIjek/s400/Everyday+Pics+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298448245008521474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) November...I have no idea what happened to that month.  I was gone for 14 out of the 30 days (Time Out for Women, kept some friends children for them, and went to my Grandma's for Thanksgiving).  That sums up the month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) December...another month that passed by so quickly.  Was very tired this month but managed to do some fun Christmas things but didn't get our tree up until the weekend BEFORE Christmas (I know, so pathetic)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgRahkXXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hiv7Ur9J-Ds/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgRahkXXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hiv7Ur9J-Ds/s400/Everyday+Pics+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298450076407192946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfenBAocfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1Sm-LRGnnvE/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfenBAocfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1Sm-LRGnnvE/s400/Everyday+Pics+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298448248492028402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfenMxiucI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jaY7UUiwGmo/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfenMxiucI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jaY7UUiwGmo/s400/Everyday+Pics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298448251649964482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgRUZlQ2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/WrLttd2Z1qE/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgRUZlQ2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/WrLttd2Z1qE/s400/Everyday+Pics+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298450074763084642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; had a great Christmas and really got into opening his gifts.  Of course he had to play with each one before he could open another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Spent a great week after Christmas visiting with my brothers and the Smiths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfoCC1EcSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MkliO1bgarA/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfoCC1EcSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MkliO1bgarA/s400/Everyday+Pics+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298458608441520418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out with Derek watching the Wiggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfoCHcwl0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yzhMLCVOEm8/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+2+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfoCHcwl0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/yzhMLCVOEm8/s400/Everyday+Pics+2+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298458609681733442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgRomvP3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/lbZsAw44L-o/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgRomvP3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/lbZsAw44L-o/s400/Everyday+Pics+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298450080186974066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; to the doctor where I found out he had Croup and was put on steroids (ended up taking two rounds of steroids to clear it up).  He was so miserable at one point that he would wake up every hour and a half.  I then realized that I'm really nervous for those nights when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ampy&lt;/span&gt; is working and I'm home with a toddler and newborn (those nights...what am I saying, I mean MOST nights).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) January came and went with yet again a busy month but nothing too exciting until...my brother Richard came home from his mission!  Zackary was born exactly 2 weeks after he left so I was very excited to have him meet his nephew.  I am so proud of him and the wonderful example he has set for Zackary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgSbtmnJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vyqmEFbOSII/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgSbtmnJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vyqmEFbOSII/s400/Everyday+Pics+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298450093905976466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfmrBZDogI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SpkPMVviSEw/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfmrBZDogI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SpkPMVviSEw/s400/Everyday+Pics+2+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298457113406972418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was naptime when Richard arrived so Zackary was a little hesitant but it took him about 3 minutes to realize he had a buddy to play with when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; turned 2 on the 31st!  I can't believe he's 2.  Where has the time gone?  He had lots of fun at his "Wiggles" themed birthday party.  I was so excited to have 4 of my 6 brothers there (missed you Derek and Ryan).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; was in HEAVEN with his Uncles!!!  Pictures will come soon.  I didn't take one with my camera because I was so busy but between my dad and Staci, I'm covered.  Just have to get the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfoCbUoMMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VsQ6-ZId3mc/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+2+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfoCbUoMMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VsQ6-ZId3mc/s400/Everyday+Pics+2+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298458615016337602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Last but not least, yesterday we found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; will have a little BROTHER in June!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ampy&lt;/span&gt; is on cloud 9 knowing he has two sons and I am super excited to have a little boy on the way.  I'll be honest and say still a little nervous about having 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ampy&lt;/span&gt; juniors running around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgSMvRWoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_dt_qo2Un_g/s1600-h/Everyday+Pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfgSMvRWoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_dt_qo2Un_g/s400/Everyday+Pics+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298450089886440066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A blury pic but I don't know how to use my scanner (I know, silly) so this is a pic of the ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That pretty much sums up our adventures for the last three months.  Hopefully I'll do better in keeping my blog updated.  I'm not promising anything because I can feel the "nesting" stage beginning to set in or it could just be the fact that I'm tired of living in a disaster of a house (I kept up with everything the last few months EXCEPT for housework and blogging).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-6753527190342653267?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6753527190342653267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=6753527190342653267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/6753527190342653267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/6753527190342653267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-were-alive.html' title='Yes, we&apos;re alive!!!'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYfemZX-JrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/X8KLwCc1cvY/s72-c/Everyday+Pics+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-3001160027171951821</id><published>2008-10-28T13:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:48:23.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Staci!!!</title><content type='html'>Many of you know I do not like to ask for help when life becomes overwhelming.  I like to pretend I'm Super Woman and can do it all.  Well, a few days ago I called to tell Staci that Zackary and I were not going to be able to go to McConnell Springs for their trick or treating like we had originally planned.  I told her Zackary had a runny nose and cough (which he did) but as I was talking to her  I realized I had reached "that point."  I didn't think I was that overwhelmed until I started talking to her.  Being the AMAZING friend that she is, she told me that she would come over Monday and clean my house, go grocery shopping for me or whatever else I needed.  I told her that wasn't necessary but she said she would be over after she dropped Victoria off at school.  Sure enough, on Monday I got a phone call from her telling me to sit down right at that minute and make out a grocery list.  I had to call her back when I was done give her the list, then she was going to go to the store on her way over to my house.  She got there and spent the next 3 hours cleaning my house and doing laundry!  I am so grateful to everything she did and it was a huge relief to know it was done.  THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, Staci!!!!  Love you girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-3001160027171951821?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3001160027171951821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=3001160027171951821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/3001160027171951821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/3001160027171951821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-staci.html' title='Thank You, Staci!!!'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-751595420493189365</id><published>2008-10-10T00:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:01:53.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zackary + Dirt  = HAPPY BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Evans Orchard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zackary&lt;/span&gt; found a HUGE mound of dirt and he had so much fun playing in this dirt. I just let him have his fun as I watched his white shoes and shirt turn brown (don't know what I was thinking putting white on him).  What is it about dirt that makes little boys smile from ear to ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7dpAsZxxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_e_UMZyjOSA/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7dpAsZxxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_e_UMZyjOSA/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255381511818561298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7dpeQFGLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FzIZ94w0mBE/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7dpeQFGLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FzIZ94w0mBE/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255381519752829106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7cDysudyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ctrsGKMyg8E/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7cDysudyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ctrsGKMyg8E/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255379772895033122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7cEBINNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O6lD3XVWe4I/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7cEBINNYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O6lD3XVWe4I/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255379776768390530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.  To my family:  proof that I will let my son be a boy, get dirty, have fun and still have a germ phobia.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's my last post for tonight.  3 in a row...I'm on a roll :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/7860595604046409193-751595420493189365?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/751595420493189365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=751595420493189365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/751595420493189365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/751595420493189365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/zackary-dirt-happy-boy.html' title='Zackary + Dirt  = HAPPY BOY'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7dpAsZxxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_e_UMZyjOSA/s72-c/Pumpkin+Patch+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-2468268271130636532</id><published>2008-10-09T23:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:04:04.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evans Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend Staci and I took the kids to Evans Orchard for some fall fun. We had a blast playing in the play area, riding ponies and camels, running around, and going on a tractor ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love fall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7OXp3SWDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xasU-4r2HD0/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7OXp3SWDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xasU-4r2HD0/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255364720958003250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7OXFSO_AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E-ekjAsUNVc/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7OXFSO_AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/E-ekjAsUNVc/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255364711138917378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7ReWyxrAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lG1QMutfwos/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7ReWyxrAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lG1QMutfwos/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255368134632778754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7RdxeZveI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ml6qD53KgaU/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7RdxeZveI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Ml6qD53KgaU/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255368124615212514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7ReTY9fdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_YoCA0Sls-k/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7ReTY9fdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_YoCA0Sls-k/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255368133719195090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7ReDbIJUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jr9Qv_ixSa8/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7ReDbIJUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jr9Qv_ixSa8/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255368129433314626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7Rd4SnSmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pn4zPs2Q374/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7Rd4SnSmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pn4zPs2Q374/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255368126444816994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-2468268271130636532?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2468268271130636532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=2468268271130636532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/2468268271130636532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/2468268271130636532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/evans-orchard.html' title='Evans Orchard'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SO7OXp3SWDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xasU-4r2HD0/s72-c/Pumpkin+Patch+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-9019439841192554126</id><published>2008-10-09T23:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:11:23.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haye Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lori had this posted on her blog and I thought it looked like fun.  Everyone has always said that Zackary was a "little Ampy" but I guess he has a little more me in him than we thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 447px;" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/O/storage/site1/files/51/45/42/514542_183616fa5cee8445aj4l04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"&gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/yad-vashem-research"&gt;Yad Vashem research&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-history"&gt;Family history&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzYwNzYyMTM3NCZwdD*xMjIzNjA3NjQ2NTkyJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz1mNzMxZTYzNGNlNWQ*NzQ*OWQ2NmJlYzI2YTYyMDlmYw==.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-9019439841192554126?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/9019439841192554126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=9019439841192554126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/9019439841192554126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/9019439841192554126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/haye-look-alike-meter.html' title='Haye Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-8240476490766465167</id><published>2008-10-07T19:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:00:35.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what happens every day at 5:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry the picture is so dark, the flash didn't go off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOv16JOYFfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K3yRgQjnqUw/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Patch+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOv16JOYFfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K3yRgQjnqUw/s400/Pumpkin+Patch+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254563769515251186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rajah must have this internal alarm that goes off at 5 pm every night.  At this time she will sit in the living room and stare out the window waiting for Ampy to get home.  As soon as Zackary sees her he heads straight for the window and the two of the them will look outside until he comes home.  As soon as they see and hear Ampy's car, they start running around the room.  I love how excited each of them get when he comes home.  Wish I got the same welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7860595604046409193-8240476490766465167?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8240476490766465167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=8240476490766465167' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/8240476490766465167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/8240476490766465167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for-daddy.html' title='Waiting for Daddy'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOv16JOYFfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K3yRgQjnqUw/s72-c/Pumpkin+Patch+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-4356639882737538603</id><published>2008-10-04T15:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:01:13.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I was tagged by Lori and am suppose to post the fourth picture from my fourth folder. This picture was taken at Derek's "Welcome Home" party after his mission just this past June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfCXQbd96I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-Sr2jXBiAtM/s1600-h/2008+Pictures+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfCXQbd96I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-Sr2jXBiAtM/s400/2008+Pictures+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253381195153930146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a fun little photo shoot before the party started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfI6shpKPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SQUgG8CGgvI/s1600-h/2008+Pictures+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfI6shpKPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SQUgG8CGgvI/s400/2008+Pictures+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253388401061210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very rarely do I get a picture of Ryan without a goofy smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfI7MjldoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/n_cLB-rBlKQ/s1600-h/2008+Pictures+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfI7MjldoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/n_cLB-rBlKQ/s400/2008+Pictures+259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253388409659291266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so proud of my little bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfKGvFQocI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WCDrNl_pHjw/s1600-h/2008+Pictures+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfKGvFQocI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WCDrNl_pHjw/s400/2008+Pictures+335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253389707417526722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfI7P5iW9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nktqF41julo/s1600-h/2008+Pictures+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfI7P5iW9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nktqF41julo/s400/2008+Pictures+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253388410556668882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture!  I think everyone's personality shows in their facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Liz and Melissa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-4356639882737538603?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4356639882737538603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=4356639882737538603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/4356639882737538603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/4356639882737538603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOfCXQbd96I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-Sr2jXBiAtM/s72-c/2008+Pictures+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-6318895781601137957</id><published>2008-10-03T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:43:37.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Already Flirting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to go to the bank today and knew I'd be there for a little bit, so I put Zackary in his stroller, gave him some food and in we went.  But...I didn't need food, toys or anything else to occupy him...he found a girl to flirt with!  The entire time I was there he would smile real big and play peek a boo with this teller.  She would play along with him and he would just laugh.  As we were leaving I told him to say "bye."  He did this and then proceeded to blow her a KISS!  Of course, when I told Ampy this he just said, "That's my boy!"  Oh goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-6318895781601137957?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6318895781601137957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=6318895781601137957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/6318895781601137957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/6318895781601137957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/10/already-flirting.html' title='Already Flirting?'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-63905823507192243</id><published>2008-09-30T13:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:17:20.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how sweet and oh what fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was fixing lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and thought Zackary was being really quiet.  Here's what I found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJc70g8zRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pvDuMfnzOyE/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJc70g8zRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pvDuMfnzOyE/s400/Fun+Pics+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251862298246302994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He just recently started to enjoy books so this made me smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes I said lunch and yes he's still in his pajamas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later that day I found him playing in..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJc8Aba00I/AAAAAAAAAEE/thG9ZlAvf7U/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJc8Aba00I/AAAAAAAAAEE/thG9ZlAvf7U/s400/Fun+Pics+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251862301444330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJc8Ybt8eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BF7EZOqV7wY/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJc8Ybt8eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BF7EZOqV7wY/s400/Fun+Pics+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251862307888034274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rajah's kennel!  We'd taken the bottom out to wash it down and he decided it was a great place to play.  Rajah didn't know why someone would actually WANT to go in there???&lt;/span&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/7860595604046409193-63905823507192243?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/63905823507192243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=63905823507192243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/63905823507192243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/63905823507192243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-how-sweet-and-oh-what-fun.html' title='Oh how sweet and oh what fun!'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJc70g8zRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pvDuMfnzOyE/s72-c/Fun+Pics+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-4891654350794383841</id><published>2008-09-30T12:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:05:09.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Snuggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zackary loves to wake his daddy up on Sunday mornings. I'll go get him out of his crib and we'll walk down the hallway and as soon as he can see his daddy in bed he'll smile and start to giggle. Then he climbs on him and bounces. After he's awake he snuggles in next to him and just smiles. Isn't it sweet! I just LOVE my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJcHP2h1XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o1QPpFoAPOE/s1600-h/Fun+Pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJcHP2h1XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o1QPpFoAPOE/s400/Fun+Pics+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251861395051500914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-4891654350794383841?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4891654350794383841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=4891654350794383841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/4891654350794383841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/4891654350794383841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-snuggles.html' title='Sunday Snuggles'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SOJcHP2h1XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o1QPpFoAPOE/s72-c/Fun+Pics+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-2685098845385246265</id><published>2008-09-30T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:48:35.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Ward Primary Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahhh...it's all over.  And boy did my primary children do an AWESOME job!  So proud of each of them.  I loved looking out into the congregation and seeing the pride on each of the parent's faces.  What a sweet spirit these children brought to church!  I love my calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-2685098845385246265?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2685098845385246265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=2685098845385246265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/2685098845385246265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/2685098845385246265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/pioneer-ward-primary-program.html' title='Pioneer Ward Primary Program'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-680549278510247827</id><published>2008-09-24T21:41:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:45:17.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Jared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend my brother, Jared, came to visit. Uncle Jared first met us at the park and as soon as Zackary saw him he went running to him. After that Zackary never left his side. Take a look at the fun they had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr1foXpiyI/AAAAAAAAADE/vLrkRDVosak/s1600-h/Jared+and+Zackary+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr1foXpiyI/AAAAAAAAADE/vLrkRDVosak/s400/Jared+and+Zackary+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249778239415094050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr2Q7DUq9I/AAAAAAAAADM/vVlfuNZynQs/s1600-h/Jared+and+Zackary+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr2Q7DUq9I/AAAAAAAAADM/vVlfuNZynQs/s400/Jared+and+Zackary+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779086243703762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zackary saw Uncle Jared and Grandpa watching the Colts game and decided he had to come watch too.  He ran and stood right next to them and studied the TV (do you see the concentration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr2RK4JEjI/AAAAAAAAADU/VeTs3tJh-Sw/s1600-h/Jared+and+Zackary+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr2RK4JEjI/AAAAAAAAADU/VeTs3tJh-Sw/s400/Jared+and+Zackary+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779090491773490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who needs weights when you have a Zackary?  He even helped Jared with his cardio and made sure there were several games of "chase" played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr2RYJ7wcI/AAAAAAAAADc/pe6JbPBqRxs/s1600-h/Jared+and+Zackary+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr2RYJ7wcI/AAAAAAAAADc/pe6JbPBqRxs/s400/Jared+and+Zackary+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779094056059330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to rest, but you're not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr2RTWwUtI/AAAAAAAAADk/V2KPq-iW_Io/s1600-h/Jared+and+Zackary+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr2RTWwUtI/AAAAAAAAADk/V2KPq-iW_Io/s400/Jared+and+Zackary+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779092767658706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zackary LOVES his Uncle Jared!&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/7860595604046409193-680549278510247827?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/680549278510247827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=680549278510247827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/680549278510247827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/680549278510247827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/uncle-jared.html' title='Uncle Jared'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNr1foXpiyI/AAAAAAAAADE/vLrkRDVosak/s72-c/Jared+and+Zackary+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-8055838322402864596</id><published>2008-09-18T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:25:28.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why buy toys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNMbAxHBjsI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZiXGgxPQu5w/s1600-h/2008+Pictures+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNMbAxHBjsI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZiXGgxPQu5w/s200/2008+Pictures+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247567690813509314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNMbBL3WkCI/AAAAAAAAABU/kUk32R5a9gE/s1600-h/2008+Pictures+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNMbBL3WkCI/AAAAAAAAABU/kUk32R5a9gE/s200/2008+Pictures+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247567697995534370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNMbBU1tPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ka-08WNlKL0/s1600-h/2008+Pictures+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNMbBU1tPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ka-08WNlKL0/s200/2008+Pictures+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247567700404551298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zackary discovers something new one day...a potato! This soon becomes a ball and gets thrown around all over the house. Each time he would throw it, he would laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world. I don't understand but question why I spend money on toys?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just in case you were wondering...this potato did not get eaten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7860595604046409193-8055838322402864596?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8055838322402864596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=8055838322402864596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/8055838322402864596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/8055838322402864596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-buy-toys.html' title='Why buy toys?'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SNMbAxHBjsI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZiXGgxPQu5w/s72-c/2008+Pictures+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860595604046409193.post-8756108469586094799</id><published>2008-09-17T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:45:46.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I jumped on the blogging bandwagon and being the perfectionist that I am, it's going to take me a bit to get this looking just the way I'd like.  Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860595604046409193-8756108469586094799?l=hayehappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8756108469586094799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860595604046409193&amp;postID=8756108469586094799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/8756108469586094799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860595604046409193/posts/default/8756108469586094799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayehappenings.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-i-go.html' title='Here I go...'/><author><name>Katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14800442153627965886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptmYTrLUjN4/SYftt-iYMGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/btJEsfbaJfE/S220/20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
