<?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-2209579831617571214</id><updated>2012-01-13T19:46:02.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harvey Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-2712409322274595162</id><published>2012-01-13T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:27:46.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Philip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCRqTpCLc9g/TxB0jm_dJ4I/AAAAAAAACYY/kI4_4AjNvlA/s1600/IMG_2215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCRqTpCLc9g/TxB0jm_dJ4I/AAAAAAAACYY/kI4_4AjNvlA/s320/IMG_2215.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Philip celebrated his 31st birthday on the 10th. He prefers pie over cake, so I made peach pie which is his favorite. He really enjoyed having his family over for dessert and a couple games of Monopoly the card game. I am determined to beat him at this game one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ezyHaZ2fMg/TxBz_Wo7d9I/AAAAAAAACYQ/d-RIaBeSmPc/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ezyHaZ2fMg/TxBz_Wo7d9I/AAAAAAAACYQ/d-RIaBeSmPc/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For his birthday the kids gave him a new wallet. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to give him something special just from me. For the last month or so I have been putting together a set of dates for the year of 2012. I got the idea on pinterest and added my own dates and twists to it. I researched places in the area that we have not been to or that we would like to do. I wanted to keep the dates fun and outside of the box. After compiling all the date ideas I had to get them onto a card or something to put into each envelope that he would be opening at the beginning of each month. I don't have photoshop so I had to resort to powerpoint and clipart to be creative. I still think they turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip loved the gifts and was very impressed with the time and the ideas he now has for at least one date per month. So I have fulfilled my duty of setting up a date each month for a year plus a few bonus dates. Now he has to come up with the rest. I also have a set of family outings we will do with the kids once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be married to this amazing man. He always does his best to keep our family happy. He is very caring towards others and I love that quality in him. I am glad he had a great birthday and that we could share it with him. Love you Philip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-2712409322274595162?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2712409322274595162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=2712409322274595162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2712409322274595162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2712409322274595162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-philip.html' title='Happy Birthday Philip'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCRqTpCLc9g/TxB0jm_dJ4I/AAAAAAAACYY/kI4_4AjNvlA/s72-c/IMG_2215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6157374159577308247</id><published>2012-01-13T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:09:52.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earning Their Keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Recently the realization has hit me that Summer is old enough and quite capable to help out around the house with chores that are not so baby friendly. I put her right to work one day after school when I was not in the mood to vacuum the rug that has to be tediously cleaned with the hose because our vacuum doesn't work well on it. Ususally it takes me what seems like 20 minutes to get this thing cleaned right. It was fantastic to watch Summer vacuum the carpet for me. She enjoyed it quite a bit too. I know that won't last long so I will take it while I can get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sICpQc6kVX8/TxBvo2U-b9I/AAAAAAAACXg/BO1Tg5S8sVg/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sICpQc6kVX8/TxBvo2U-b9I/AAAAAAAACXg/BO1Tg5S8sVg/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next on the older kid chore list is helping me do the dishes. Again not wanting to clean up myself I rinsed all the dishes out and then set Summer to work washing the dishes that could not go in the dishwasher and a few extras like the glass she has. I had to explain how she needs to wash both the inside and the outside really well. I think she did a pretty good job because she spent so long on each dish I had to make her get a new one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4XE8QTQvfw/TxBv5JFd6WI/AAAAAAAACX4/qp6jDR7oHSw/s1600/IMG_2225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4XE8QTQvfw/TxBv5JFd6WI/AAAAAAAACX4/qp6jDR7oHSw/s320/IMG_2225.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is a big help with Brayden. Usually she entertains him while I am cooking dinner which help tremendously. She is easily grossed out by throwing diapers away or things like that so instead she has started helping me feed Brayden a bit. I only let her give him a few bites, but she is getting better at getting the food in his mouth and not all over him. He loves her so much. She is his best friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KpFfCNpVhw/TxBvj3_9ucI/AAAAAAAACXQ/58Y5Wf4p0d4/s1600/IMG_2192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAMDAXlgh_4/TxBvej9cl1I/AAAAAAAACXI/lmx5fyqAUl8/s1600/IMG_2182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAMDAXlgh_4/TxBvej9cl1I/AAAAAAAACXI/lmx5fyqAUl8/s320/IMG_2182.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KpFfCNpVhw/TxBvj3_9ucI/AAAAAAAACXQ/58Y5Wf4p0d4/s1600/IMG_2192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KpFfCNpVhw/TxBvj3_9ucI/AAAAAAAACXQ/58Y5Wf4p0d4/s1600/IMG_2192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KpFfCNpVhw/TxBvj3_9ucI/AAAAAAAACXQ/58Y5Wf4p0d4/s320/IMG_2192.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brayden's job is basically to look cute. He is a super happy baby for the most part. He really only fusses when he is tired or hungry. He is full of smiles. As long as he keeps it up he is fulfilling his duties around the house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ9m837KRJU/TxBvzMfDMPI/AAAAAAAACXw/mKPM8ocVLgQ/s1600/IMG_2213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ9m837KRJU/TxBvzMfDMPI/AAAAAAAACXw/mKPM8ocVLgQ/s320/IMG_2213.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh, and of course he has to eat his food which he loves. His favorites are bananas, and also anything he can eat from his own hand. This is very limited of course so he eats a lot of baby mum mum rice crackers. Keep up the good work Brayden. Maybe you will be my less picky eater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6157374159577308247?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6157374159577308247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6157374159577308247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6157374159577308247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6157374159577308247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2012/01/earning-their-keep.html' title='Earning Their Keep'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sICpQc6kVX8/TxBvo2U-b9I/AAAAAAAACXg/BO1Tg5S8sVg/s72-c/IMG_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-4014800364174538998</id><published>2012-01-13T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:41:23.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Idaho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I am getting around to posting about our trip to Idaho for Christmas. This is very late and I hope to do better about updating our blog in the future. Anyhow, here it is. Mostly pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now that we live a little closer we decided to take the long drive and enjoy our cram packed car for 15 hours. The kids both did really well on the way there and did pretty good on the way back. I can't complain. I sat and crotched since Philip refused to let me help him drive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1xd12NJA74/Tw-M0wTDiPI/AAAAAAAACTY/JHM0QceIrgA/s1600/IMG_2026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1xd12NJA74/Tw-M0wTDiPI/AAAAAAAACTY/JHM0QceIrgA/s320/IMG_2026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is why I love the Northwest and this isn't even the grandest. The scenery is super amazing through Coeur D'Alene, Idaho. Very nice and I wouldn't mind living there. We were fortunate to avoid snow for the most part. For this time of year we had great roads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsOLM4jzm9k/Tw-M6vvYahI/AAAAAAAACTg/GPhsY251n6g/s1600/IMG_2037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsOLM4jzm9k/Tw-M6vvYahI/AAAAAAAACTg/GPhsY251n6g/s320/IMG_2037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brayden had his first ride in the cart. He was a bit wobbly, but I strapped him in good and he enjoyed the ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz9RLyFmHS0/Tw-M-ulzF2I/AAAAAAAACTo/_DK5sSj7fqw/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gz9RLyFmHS0/Tw-M-ulzF2I/AAAAAAAACTo/_DK5sSj7fqw/s320/IMG_2051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had promised to take Summer to visit Santa because she missed seeing him in Vancouver. On Christmas eve we found him at the mall visiting with the last few boys and girls who still needed to report to him. She was pretty excited to tell him how she really wanted a lump of coal and some foot pajamas. I think Brayden was just content to be held.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uj_ExfXhJQk/Tw-NDTyJ_TI/AAAAAAAACTw/y7TOZoQhFVg/s1600/IMG_2053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uj_ExfXhJQk/Tw-NDTyJ_TI/AAAAAAAACTw/y7TOZoQhFVg/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple of weeks before Christmas my nephew got into a bad snowmobile accident. He was in the hospital over the Christmas holiday so we went to visit him on Christmas eve and bring him a little cheer. Poor guy he is going to be recovering for a very long time. We are just glad he is alive and that we could see him for a little bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hk5Lxwqy9o0/Tw-NJJPeRnI/AAAAAAAACT4/pqcAgN043TU/s1600/IMG_2061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hk5Lxwqy9o0/Tw-NJJPeRnI/AAAAAAAACT4/pqcAgN043TU/s320/IMG_2061.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas day we slept in until about 7:30 I think. Nothing like when I was little and we would set our clocks for 5:00am. I think there were even a few nights that I never even fell asleep because I was so excited. Either that or I was scared to death because my two older sisters told me Santa Clause was an axe murderer. I know they were very nice weren't they. Anyhow, we haven't got to the point where our kids are begging to wake up that early so we just let them sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EaVbembBQlU/Tw-NfwMv6mI/AAAAAAAACUY/C4j1tonYxkA/s1600/IMG_2081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EaVbembBQlU/Tw-NfwMv6mI/AAAAAAAACUY/C4j1tonYxkA/s320/IMG_2081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was no surprise when Brayden opened his first gifts that all he wanted to do was eat the paper. Here Summer is trying to prevent him from scarfing down the brightly colored paper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E16rKKl2bB4/Tw-NV-BhdRI/AAAAAAAACUI/Q_NjUhiWDAc/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E16rKKl2bB4/Tw-NV-BhdRI/AAAAAAAACUI/Q_NjUhiWDAc/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He enjoyed his new toys and especially likes this one my mom gave him that goes crazy with the shakes. It is like a hand held earthquake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-7NbF0U1F4/Tw-NbBJfHqI/AAAAAAAACUQ/v0tc9DA92x4/s1600/IMG_2075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W-7NbF0U1F4/Tw-NbBJfHqI/AAAAAAAACUQ/v0tc9DA92x4/s320/IMG_2075.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer was beside herself when she got her feet pajamas from Santa, and real coal just like she wanted. She really did want coal. She kept asking me if I thought Santa would let her have a piece of coal not for being naughty, but just because. The only problem is that Santa didn't quite get the size right on the pjs and therefore we had to take them back and get different ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwhi72R4Vns/Tw-NkvNeHvI/AAAAAAAACUg/8ECEGqCr5nk/s1600/IMG_2084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wwhi72R4Vns/Tw-NkvNeHvI/AAAAAAAACUg/8ECEGqCr5nk/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer watching Grandma open up a gift.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNejEa2RZU4/Tw-NpzVxtRI/AAAAAAAACUo/vDQ7t_d6rrU/s1600/IMG_2087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNejEa2RZU4/Tw-NpzVxtRI/AAAAAAAACUo/vDQ7t_d6rrU/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my nieces and nephews. I can't believe how old they are. It is so crazy to see them as teens and tweens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTX5Tv2XWqI/Tw-NvXENFUI/AAAAAAAACUw/PS6yCeYZQEo/s1600/IMG_2091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTX5Tv2XWqI/Tw-NvXENFUI/AAAAAAAACUw/PS6yCeYZQEo/s320/IMG_2091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember when they were just babies. Shawnee use to pull my hair and I would freak. I also remember being a germaphobe. I wouldn't let my nieces and nephews touch me unless they washed their hands. I will say that was after taking a microbiology class, and thankfully that phase only lasted a couple of years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALKV1o4STmQ/Tw-N1P_9VMI/AAAAAAAACU4/Z5ZYTnRAxwQ/s1600/IMG_2094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALKV1o4STmQ/Tw-N1P_9VMI/AAAAAAAACU4/Z5ZYTnRAxwQ/s320/IMG_2094.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cute nephew. I so wish I were closer to them so I could get to know these little ones more. He is so funny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtqju8gLCe8/Tw-N6L_5rKI/AAAAAAAACVA/gIVrfJrMPLA/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wtqju8gLCe8/Tw-N6L_5rKI/AAAAAAAACVA/gIVrfJrMPLA/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of my nephews. The one on the left is a little twerp. He can do something to irritate, and then give you this smile that makes you melt like butter. He is so cute and I love him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCvcId6PZJ8/Tw-N-7gRF3I/AAAAAAAACVI/5axjxF69Gx0/s1600/IMG_2102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCvcId6PZJ8/Tw-N-7gRF3I/AAAAAAAACVI/5axjxF69Gx0/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging out with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T6VTPKsLhE/Tw-OD1ta7tI/AAAAAAAACVQ/ZN-zLeLFIxw/s1600/IMG_2114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T6VTPKsLhE/Tw-OD1ta7tI/AAAAAAAACVQ/ZN-zLeLFIxw/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two sisters and my mom. Wish I could hang out with these girls more often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UjBSssw9JI/Tw-OIXemRyI/AAAAAAAACVY/2MFDMSGJBSo/s1600/IMG_2121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UjBSssw9JI/Tw-OIXemRyI/AAAAAAAACVY/2MFDMSGJBSo/s320/IMG_2121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We really wanted to take the kids sledding because Summer has only been pulled on the ground in the past. She has never been real sledding down a hill/mountain. Since there was no snow in Rigby we had to drive to my sister's house near the mountains. She took time away from being at the hospital to take us. We are so glad she was willing too because it was so fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7Rj0t4Yox0/TxBnaU42_dI/AAAAAAAACWo/goRiQJYvyfU/s1600/IMG_2122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7Rj0t4Yox0/TxBnaU42_dI/AAAAAAAACWo/goRiQJYvyfU/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She had this sled that was perfect for Brayden. It had a strap to buckle him in. Philip took him down the hill a few times and he seemed to enjoy it so much that he fell asleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw33a8i2-kA/Tw-OSOGKXXI/AAAAAAAACVo/TIwI_0dPpkg/s1600/IMG_2138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw33a8i2-kA/Tw-OSOGKXXI/AAAAAAAACVo/TIwI_0dPpkg/s320/IMG_2138.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw33a8i2-kA/Tw-OSOGKXXI/AAAAAAAACVo/TIwI_0dPpkg/s1600/IMG_2138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw33a8i2-kA/Tw-OSOGKXXI/AAAAAAAACVo/TIwI_0dPpkg/s1600/IMG_2138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtQcRRr8578/TxBnfMW9aFI/AAAAAAAACWw/9sThIAdMTEA/s1600/IMG_2131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtQcRRr8578/TxBnfMW9aFI/AAAAAAAACWw/9sThIAdMTEA/s320/IMG_2131.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xw33a8i2-kA/Tw-OSOGKXXI/AAAAAAAACVo/TIwI_0dPpkg/s1600/IMG_2138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He must have been tired because I took him to the car where he stayed asleep for the rest of the time while we finished sledding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3v1npD7DXU/TxBnjk7hlNI/AAAAAAAACW4/37S6G7OP1I8/s1600/IMG_2132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3v1npD7DXU/TxBnjk7hlNI/AAAAAAAACW4/37S6G7OP1I8/s320/IMG_2132.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer loved going down the hill on the sled. She was lucky to have older cousins to entertain her the whole time. She was not a fan of walking back up the hill so after about 5 or 6 times down the hill she decided she was finished. She sat and ate packed dirty snow the rest of the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-Q52V4rq60/Tw-OatPOBtI/AAAAAAAACV4/TyoPWfucCQk/s1600/IMG_2145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-Q52V4rq60/Tw-OatPOBtI/AAAAAAAACV4/TyoPWfucCQk/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUw3eMf1g6g/Tw-OjY14osI/AAAAAAAACWI/uESSUTg37YU/s1600/IMG_2149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUw3eMf1g6g/Tw-OjY14osI/AAAAAAAACWI/uESSUTg37YU/s320/IMG_2149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer got the game Headbands for Christmas. We decided to break it out and make my mom play it with us. Usually she is not the game playing type.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPnuqMzJJY4/Tw-On_Byn4I/AAAAAAAACWQ/XqsMJQBgoLU/s1600/IMG_2151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yPnuqMzJJY4/Tw-On_Byn4I/AAAAAAAACWQ/XqsMJQBgoLU/s320/IMG_2151.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loved it so much she laughed her self to a cry. It was hilarious. I am glad she had a lot of fun playing it. It made the game much more interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RfEWc01EBw/Tw-OtNRdyXI/AAAAAAAACWY/SSjlVW01G1I/s1600/IMG_2164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RfEWc01EBw/Tw-OtNRdyXI/AAAAAAAACWY/SSjlVW01G1I/s320/IMG_2164.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had an awesome time and look forward to going back soon. We hope to go again in March for Summer's spring break. I hope it works out. It is always nice visiting with family and being in my home town for a bit. We really are happy to have had the opportunity to be there during Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-4014800364174538998?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4014800364174538998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=4014800364174538998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4014800364174538998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4014800364174538998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-in-idaho.html' title='Christmas in Idaho'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1xd12NJA74/Tw-M0wTDiPI/AAAAAAAACTY/JHM0QceIrgA/s72-c/IMG_2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-8226286672737380295</id><published>2011-12-19T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:29:48.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden 6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe my little boy is not so little anymore? Seriously where does time go. I really can't believe Brayden is already six months old. I remember thinking when he was born that when he was six months it would almost be time to visit my family for Christmas. Well the time is here. Brayden is growing and changing so much. Here are some stats and some things Brayden is up to these days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brayden's weight: 16 lbs 5 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Length: 25 3/4 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is a little on the light side, but has grown in length. &amp;nbsp;He will probably be tall and thin like his dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gfPPfSQRBk/Tu7fXcL0_KI/AAAAAAAACRE/IMOwY_VLgAc/s1600/IMG_1740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gfPPfSQRBk/Tu7fXcL0_KI/AAAAAAAACRE/IMOwY_VLgAc/s320/IMG_1740.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brayden is easily entertained by anyone and anything in sight. This also means he is very distracted especially while eating which is can be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0HDb3DEeuY/Tu7fh-QaPmI/AAAAAAAACRU/xg1Jak3gow0/s1600/IMG_1846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0HDb3DEeuY/Tu7fh-QaPmI/AAAAAAAACRU/xg1Jak3gow0/s320/IMG_1846.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One day he just started to suck on his lip. It is actually quite cute to see him soothing himself with his lip. It is like a built in soother. It lasted for a couple weeks, and now he only does it occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlg3gJIJhu8/Tu7ftODfskI/AAAAAAAACRk/P737q7Eq3ZU/s1600/IMG_1865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlg3gJIJhu8/Tu7ftODfskI/AAAAAAAACRk/P737q7Eq3ZU/s320/IMG_1865.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At around five months I decided to give him a baby cucumber to chew on just to see what he thought and to help sooth his gums. Man did he go to town on that thing. He loved it. In the last week I have started him on solids. He is definitely a lover of food. He just needs to get the swallowing down. I have a whole post on him eating I will do later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aM0nW7HhdkE/Tu7fyJLBU6I/AAAAAAAACRs/cAtm2JCSgIA/s1600/IMG_1873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aM0nW7HhdkE/Tu7fyJLBU6I/AAAAAAAACRs/cAtm2JCSgIA/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brayden is now practicing sitting up. He is still really wobbly but has come a long way in just two weeks. As long as this pillow thing is behind him he does good for about 5-10 minutes before toppling over. The best is when he does a nose dive and manages to roll himself over to avoid squishing his face in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8I-EXheBhU/Tu7f2vgWk0I/AAAAAAAACR0/zulzxxrsNgY/s1600/IMG_1884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8I-EXheBhU/Tu7f2vgWk0I/AAAAAAAACR0/zulzxxrsNgY/s320/IMG_1884.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh how he loves his daddy. As soon as daddy comes home and walks up the stairs he is grinning from ear to ear. When Philip is in the room Brayden constantly stares at him. Sometimes while I am feeding him he stops, tilts his head upside down and looks at Philip. I think they will make great buddies. I actually have a similar picture of Summer on Philip's shoulders I should post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Idd1jnM8ltY/Tu7f7aCijKI/AAAAAAAACR8/jAvk0iV4BLk/s1600/IMG_1898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Idd1jnM8ltY/Tu7f7aCijKI/AAAAAAAACR8/jAvk0iV4BLk/s320/IMG_1898.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He has finally learned the cause and effect of the jolly jumper. Jumping is a new favorite of his. Actually he mostly twirls in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2e0tuOXx60Q/Tu7gAXsr64I/AAAAAAAACSE/1ZRoBRSqssA/s1600/IMG_1901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2e0tuOXx60Q/Tu7gAXsr64I/AAAAAAAACSE/1ZRoBRSqssA/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I always love sneaking a peak of my sleeping kids. There is just something so peaceful about it. This is where Brayden likes to take his naps. I don't know why but he just sleeps the best like this during the day. I need to start training him to take his naps in his crib now that he can roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRoLBvleDhw/Tu7gFbsu88I/AAAAAAAACSM/-wkcOsBn4_g/s1600/IMG_1902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KRoLBvleDhw/Tu7gFbsu88I/AAAAAAAACSM/-wkcOsBn4_g/s320/IMG_1902.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What an adorable little fellow. I love him so much I can't stand it. My kids just make my life so much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao2Cm8M7xj0/Tu7gQlkg7fI/AAAAAAAACSk/71LgaH2wOCM/s1600/IMG_1909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao2Cm8M7xj0/Tu7gQlkg7fI/AAAAAAAACSk/71LgaH2wOCM/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And of course he loves his big sister. She is his best friend. She can always make him smile and laugh a bit too. There are those moments when he just wants her to leave him alone, but that is only because she can't get enough of him either. They make great pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqFcTOe7jT8/Tu7gZ0AVYKI/AAAAAAAACSs/EsPT0tjNUto/s1600/IMG_1925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqFcTOe7jT8/Tu7gZ0AVYKI/AAAAAAAACSs/EsPT0tjNUto/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was cooking dinner and looked over the couch to check on Brayden since he was with Summer and this is what I found. Summer was playing like she was Mary and Brayden was Baby Jesus. She had the blue hippo as a sheep and since there were no more people to play the wise men she used the tiny ones from her nativity. She must have forgot about Joseph all together because I don't think I see him in the picture. Anyhow, Brayden was entertained and Summer was teaching him about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbpREeqcbH0/Tu7ggn7pvJI/AAAAAAAACS0/USKDYoYoc60/s1600/IMG_1955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbpREeqcbH0/Tu7ggn7pvJI/AAAAAAAACS0/USKDYoYoc60/s320/IMG_1955.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our good friends were so nice and brought this little hippo to Brayden. Of course he is too small for it right now, but daddy gave him a little ride anyways. As you can see he is getting more teeth as evidenced by the soaking wet onsie. This kid can't stop drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93dTY1yN1qc/Tu7gvckbHQI/AAAAAAAACTM/oJkxYrcf_1o/s1600/IMG_1987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93dTY1yN1qc/Tu7gvckbHQI/AAAAAAAACTM/oJkxYrcf_1o/s320/IMG_1987.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brayden and I get to hang out quite a bit since I am at home with him all day long. He is my best shopping buddy, exercise buddy, scoffer buddy, and sewing buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03PV9qZ69pI/Tu7fQdKqVGI/AAAAAAAACQ8/3r3Hx5imkOI/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03PV9qZ69pI/Tu7fQdKqVGI/AAAAAAAACQ8/3r3Hx5imkOI/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am pretty lucky that I get to spend my day with this little boy. I love you Brayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-8226286672737380295?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8226286672737380295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=8226286672737380295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8226286672737380295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8226286672737380295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/12/brayden-6-months.html' title='Brayden 6 Months'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9gfPPfSQRBk/Tu7fXcL0_KI/AAAAAAAACRE/IMOwY_VLgAc/s72-c/IMG_1740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-1970157414320228680</id><published>2011-12-04T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:36:59.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so it has been cold here, but surprisingly not as cold as I thought it would be. I guess I was expecting arctic weather similar to how it was in Rigby growing up. Well, I do love the change of season and the rosy cheeks my kids have it we are outside very long. I love the hot chocolate and all the good things that come with winter. Here are some of our random happenings as of late.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkM6odAEVU4/TtwSlpywhfI/AAAAAAAACPU/tVbY05zgJ34/s1600/IMG_1751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkM6odAEVU4/TtwSlpywhfI/AAAAAAAACPU/tVbY05zgJ34/s320/IMG_1751.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before swim lessons Summer wanted a picture outside with her brother. He is getting heavier and harder for her to carry so we had to make it quick. They sure are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One morning Summer and I wanted to jump rope outside. It was quite cold so we decided to bundle Brayden up. It was so funny. He reminded me of Randy from A Christmas Story when his mom bundles and bundles him up so much that he can't move his arms or say anything. All he can to is cry. Anyhow, he was my little marshmallow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2HAsdrFyBc/TtwSvQF_WaI/AAAAAAAACPk/_0lFLkV_874/s1600/IMG_1778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s2HAsdrFyBc/TtwSvQF_WaI/AAAAAAAACPk/_0lFLkV_874/s320/IMG_1778.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOI3_YkuwOk/TtwS0IyQquI/AAAAAAAACPs/oTzSM74H_QY/s1600/IMG_1779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JOI3_YkuwOk/TtwS0IyQquI/AAAAAAAACPs/oTzSM74H_QY/s320/IMG_1779.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On November 18th we woke up to snow outside. Summer has been dreaming of this for so long. She could not resist going out to play in it quickly before school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFKlrRM9cd8/TtwVVsTruNI/AAAAAAAACQs/Am4WRrmbbnY/s1600/IMG_1803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFKlrRM9cd8/TtwVVsTruNI/AAAAAAAACQs/Am4WRrmbbnY/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The best part of the day for me was going to pick her up from school to see the remnants of the children playing at recess. Several large snowballs left alone in the field. It was so fun and reminded me how fun and imaginative childhood is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DSzS2OtnYqA/TtwTCxQfYUI/AAAAAAAACP0/sZWhd52lo-k/s1600/IMG_1805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DSzS2OtnYqA/TtwTCxQfYUI/AAAAAAAACP0/sZWhd52lo-k/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyhow, we are looking forward to some more cold weather to get the winter feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-1970157414320228680?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1970157414320228680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=1970157414320228680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1970157414320228680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1970157414320228680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby it&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkM6odAEVU4/TtwSlpywhfI/AAAAAAAACPU/tVbY05zgJ34/s72-c/IMG_1751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3205088167888186351</id><published>2011-12-01T23:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:15:10.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Learning to Sew</title><content type='html'>Since I started sewing four years ago Summer has been at my side watching and anxiously awaiting her turn. She has been wanting to sew for some time now, but I always put it off because I didn't feel she was ready yet. Maybe I just wasn't ready to sit there patiently teaching her. She has even asked on several occasions for a kids sewing machine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the day finally came when I told her my attention was all hers and that I would teach her how to sew. The first step was choosing a project. I let her pick something I knew would have all straight stitches. She ended up picking a scarf. So we went to my fabric stash and I let her choose her fabrics. It was hard not to guide her and pick for her what I thought went best, but she did it and managed to get coordinating prints.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not ready to let her begin using my rotary cutter or my really sharp scissors yet. So I ended up cutting all the fabrics out for her and then she began.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sewed everything herself. I sat next to her to guide her. I taught her what it means to put the right sides together in her terms of course (the pretty sides), lining up the edges, pinning, sewing a straight line, and most importantly controlling the foot peddle. It is very easy to press too hard and make the machine go super fast and out of control. So she quickly learned to press gently or it goes crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lining up the edges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVKCqVki7u0/TtiHlyJjdgI/AAAAAAAACOs/F0vC1JLX2F8/s1600/IMG_1783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVKCqVki7u0/TtiHlyJjdgI/AAAAAAAACOs/F0vC1JLX2F8/s320/IMG_1783.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0bDuyE_hXM/TtiHhJ_pXiI/AAAAAAAACOk/ZhYMOvb41l4/s1600/IMG_1781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0bDuyE_hXM/TtiHhJ_pXiI/AAAAAAAACOk/ZhYMOvb41l4/s320/IMG_1781.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sewing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4X8UPEBxLk/TtiHrADc3ZI/AAAAAAAACO0/-U-_DYomK70/s1600/IMG_1785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4X8UPEBxLk/TtiHrADc3ZI/AAAAAAAACO0/-U-_DYomK70/s320/IMG_1785.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Topstitching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ-RQDR0NZs/TtiHwWsCMYI/AAAAAAAACO8/k4vn2s3Esw8/s1600/IMG_1788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ-RQDR0NZs/TtiHwWsCMYI/AAAAAAAACO8/k4vn2s3Esw8/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was curious how we were going to get the ugly side (wrong side) to be pretty again if we were sewing both of the pretty sides on the inside. I explained that we would make a magic hole that we can pull it out and it would look pretty again. I still think she believes it was a magic trick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was actually really good to spend one on one time with her teaching her something that we both have an interest in. I am glad she had fun and that she did really really well. I was impressed because this was her first time and she really did sew everything except for a part of the topstitching at the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay for Summer. Nice finished Product.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVhlNWAVa2c/TtiH2d_6DwI/AAAAAAAACPE/Srps8I-sUoc/s1600/IMG_1789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVhlNWAVa2c/TtiH2d_6DwI/AAAAAAAACPE/Srps8I-sUoc/s320/IMG_1789.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy she got to sew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFvNtk5Ocok/TtiH8wBMzkI/AAAAAAAACPM/Xr7nu9BafNQ/s1600/IMG_1793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFvNtk5Ocok/TtiH8wBMzkI/AAAAAAAACPM/Xr7nu9BafNQ/s320/IMG_1793.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad we had fun and that she now has a scarf to wear. Love you Summer, and yes someday you can have your own sewing machine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-3205088167888186351?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3205088167888186351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3205088167888186351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3205088167888186351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3205088167888186351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/12/summer-learning-to-sew.html' title='Summer Learning to Sew'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVKCqVki7u0/TtiHlyJjdgI/AAAAAAAACOs/F0vC1JLX2F8/s72-c/IMG_1783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-5315902004187314973</id><published>2011-11-01T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:54:00.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This month we wanted to have a lot of fun with Halloween. First we started off with some fun Halloween dinners throughout the month. I started off with the ghosts and pumpkins made from mashed potatoes. That was documented in my last post. Some of the others we had are below.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t99ara407QI/TrBeIFkJFdI/AAAAAAAACM8/EwQZICR1WEU/s1600/IMG_1645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t99ara407QI/TrBeIFkJFdI/AAAAAAAACM8/EwQZICR1WEU/s320/IMG_1645.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was a snake calzone. The tongue got a little over cooked but Summer still had fun with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-d2bOmUSJ0/TrBd7HoL3vI/AAAAAAAACMs/INMb15mmkaM/s1600/IMG_1629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r-d2bOmUSJ0/TrBd7HoL3vI/AAAAAAAACMs/INMb15mmkaM/s320/IMG_1629.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had black bean soup with cheese spiderwebs and some orange and black tortilla chips my mom sent us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For our Halloween dinner we did the classic mummy dogs. There may have been a few more festive meals in there but I can't remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next up we wanted to let Summer have a party with some of her friends. She helped me plan the party and we started early on baking and getting set. Here are some of the fun things we made for the party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNxzLchHEGI/TrBdoBpYu-I/AAAAAAAACMU/KPDeGDJJt_Y/s1600/IMG_1588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNxzLchHEGI/TrBdoBpYu-I/AAAAAAAACMU/KPDeGDJJt_Y/s320/IMG_1588.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Colored bread inspired by bread sold at the Broulim's bakery my mom works at. I thought it would be fun for sandwiches so I made the bread dough and kneaded forever to get the bright colors. I need to invest in a standing mixer someday. Above is the dough before it was raised.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNxzLchHEGI/TrBdoBpYu-I/AAAAAAAACMU/KPDeGDJJt_Y/s1600/IMG_1588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oniANEKp-DM/TrBduv2zIyI/AAAAAAAACMc/chxEoFr9QIo/s1600/IMG_1591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oniANEKp-DM/TrBduv2zIyI/AAAAAAAACMc/chxEoFr9QIo/s1600/IMG_1591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oniANEKp-DM/TrBduv2zIyI/AAAAAAAACMc/chxEoFr9QIo/s320/IMG_1591.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what the bread ended up looking like after it was cooked. We enjoyed toast and sandwiches with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKvFIo1uLDc/TrBd00HzLdI/AAAAAAAACMk/7P7Z1YEVRdQ/s1600/IMG_1600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKvFIo1uLDc/TrBd00HzLdI/AAAAAAAACMk/7P7Z1YEVRdQ/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am sort of obsessed with cake pops. I need to stop making them, but they are fun. We made pumpkins, black cats, and purple people eaters. Red velvet inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_sUfyn6roY/TrBeY0jVtAI/AAAAAAAACNU/_zhUpBj67Ro/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h_sUfyn6roY/TrBeY0jVtAI/AAAAAAAACNU/_zhUpBj67Ro/s320/IMG_1651.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carving pumpkins with some friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vRrCnFB7DE/TrBeez79tDI/AAAAAAAACNc/47swFqIJJv4/s1600/IMG_1653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vRrCnFB7DE/TrBeez79tDI/AAAAAAAACNc/47swFqIJJv4/s320/IMG_1653.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer's first power tool. She loved using it. I need to invest in this power pumpkin carver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIn5j60x3JA/TrBeiwwDaJI/AAAAAAAACNk/UEA3Z3NvbEI/s1600/IMG_1660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIn5j60x3JA/TrBeiwwDaJI/AAAAAAAACNk/UEA3Z3NvbEI/s320/IMG_1660.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scooby fast asleep until he wakes up for more Scooby snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjdgctrVKfs/TrBerhvXZMI/AAAAAAAACN0/1pIlCUZxLaY/s1600/IMG_1662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjdgctrVKfs/TrBerhvXZMI/AAAAAAAACN0/1pIlCUZxLaY/s320/IMG_1662.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daphne loved her costume and loved the candy she got even more. Our ward had a nice trunk or treat with chili, cupcake contest, parade of costumes, and finally the trunk or treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihNQgH5ktAw/TrBeu-H9ksI/AAAAAAAACN8/814ROGklFbA/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihNQgH5ktAw/TrBeu-H9ksI/AAAAAAAACN8/814ROGklFbA/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The front side of Summer's pumpkin that I carved. I forgot to get a picture of the part she carved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9mz7nUSeAc/TrBeya0UhjI/AAAAAAAACOE/rpcxS_OVho8/s1600/IMG_1664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9mz7nUSeAc/TrBeya0UhjI/AAAAAAAACOE/rpcxS_OVho8/s320/IMG_1664.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Philip's attempt at Darth Vador. He ended up with a huge eye. It still looks good though. I never got around to carving my pumpkin, and Brayden's I am planning to puree for muffins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-HoxIa-uM8/TrBe2-PcGhI/AAAAAAAACOM/nngcK6ju6MM/s1600/IMG_1671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-HoxIa-uM8/TrBe2-PcGhI/AAAAAAAACOM/nngcK6ju6MM/s320/IMG_1671.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The whole gang except for Fred. We need another kid. I guess we can pretend Fred was parking the mystery machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WYKj9GZ0RE/TrBe7XNgMYI/AAAAAAAACOU/wfoKbCFaYXs/s1600/IMG_1674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WYKj9GZ0RE/TrBe7XNgMYI/AAAAAAAACOU/wfoKbCFaYXs/s320/IMG_1674.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally found a wig last minute for $4. It was actually suppose to be a Justin Beber wig, but I think it worked out for Shaggy. Summer and &amp;nbsp;Brayden loved trick or treating. We all loved getting trick or treaters at our door for the first time even if it was only 20 kids. It was a lot of fun and I look forward to next years costumes. I hope you all had a great Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-5315902004187314973?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5315902004187314973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=5315902004187314973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5315902004187314973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5315902004187314973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-about-halloween.html' title='All About Halloween'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t99ara407QI/TrBeIFkJFdI/AAAAAAAACM8/EwQZICR1WEU/s72-c/IMG_1645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6259823428650614195</id><published>2011-10-11T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:41:48.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ev2uWFIuKwE/TpUTTHBLNiI/AAAAAAAACKI/daT0M382I4U/s1600/IMG_1540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ev2uWFIuKwE/TpUTTHBLNiI/AAAAAAAACKI/daT0M382I4U/s320/IMG_1540.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yep, that's right. Our little Brayden has already sprouted some teeth. I think Summer got her first one at four months. Brayden turns four months on Sunday. I guess they are right on track with each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAVgUX4a3Pg/TpUThs-NKKI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Wqpj1AbudYw/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAVgUX4a3Pg/TpUThs-NKKI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Wqpj1AbudYw/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact they look an a lot alike. Most people that see him tell me he looks just like Summer. Their baby pictures look so similar. In fact there are a couple of Summer in gender neutral pjs and it looks like it could be Brayden. This picture below is of Summer around Thanksgiving in November 2005 she is just about a month older than Brayden is right now. Crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByfGwkwcKv4/TpUV9PPu7aI/AAAAAAAACKY/wsmaReffX84/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByfGwkwcKv4/TpUV9PPu7aI/AAAAAAAACKY/wsmaReffX84/s320/IMG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He goes to the doctor tomorrow so I will be able to post his four month stats after that. He is a happy and content baby. Some of the highlights of his life right now besides getting teeth are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*He hast started to grab at toys and loves his new teething rings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Pulling hair especially Summer's has become one of his talents. Of course he doesn't really what he is doing. It just gets near his hand and he closes his fist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*He loves to tell us stories in his own little baby language of coos and goos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*This little boy is my pooper. I should keep a tally of how many blow outs this kid has. I think it is safe to say that he has one almost every day. Emergency baths required.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*He is growing. Philip got him out of bed one morning to say that he grew over night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*He loves bathes especially sticking his feet all the way up in the air and splashing them down into the water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Summer is his best friend. He loves her, and she knows how to make him smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not be happier to know that my kids have each other. Being a mom is the biggest blessing and although it can be hard sometimes I still love every moment of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6259823428650614195?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6259823428650614195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6259823428650614195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6259823428650614195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6259823428650614195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/10/baby-teeth.html' title='Baby Teeth'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ev2uWFIuKwE/TpUTTHBLNiI/AAAAAAAACKI/daT0M382I4U/s72-c/IMG_1540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-1904766395037897173</id><published>2011-10-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:08:34.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where Oh Where Can My Pumpkin Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bTOW-5IVhg/TpTZBMqeL2I/AAAAAAAACJY/MTDxknsezsc/s1600/IMG_1515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bTOW-5IVhg/TpTZBMqeL2I/AAAAAAAACJY/MTDxknsezsc/s320/IMG_1515.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we are now living in a beautiful area supplied with all sorts of farms we decided to go to a real pumpkin patch this year to get our pumpkins. Summer went to the same one for a field trip just days before and had a great time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was rainy and cold, so Philip wore our little baby carrier and packed Brayden around under his jacket. I think he was secretly stealing the heat from Brayden. They kept each other warm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we got to the farm we saw that u-pick apples and u-pick pears were only .70 cents/lb. I thought that was a great deal so we headed to the orchard to pick some Gala apples and some pears in the rain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer having some fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbRbn4pd9wg/TpTZHAntFhI/AAAAAAAACJg/wKDXDl4FHh0/s1600/IMG_1523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbRbn4pd9wg/TpTZHAntFhI/AAAAAAAACJg/wKDXDl4FHh0/s320/IMG_1523.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was also nice to see that there is such variety when it comes to pumpkins and gourds. Who knew. Anyhow, we loaded up on the hayride that took us all around the farm and over to the pumpkin patch to check out the pumpkins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYqnnia-v8U/TpTZMFHQVpI/AAAAAAAACJo/qRHNQGSOdiA/s1600/IMG_1525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYqnnia-v8U/TpTZMFHQVpI/AAAAAAAACJo/qRHNQGSOdiA/s320/IMG_1525.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the pumpkin patch we wandered around for a bit to find our pumpkins. It was wet and muddy there and since Philip had the baby I had the honor of carrying them to the hayride. Summer is the only one prepared for the rain and yucky mess with a raincoat and boots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ4RE1a2zhg/TpTZSnOdL1I/AAAAAAAACJw/N_eQY7QcjIc/s1600/IMG_1527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ4RE1a2zhg/TpTZSnOdL1I/AAAAAAAACJw/N_eQY7QcjIc/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer enjoyed riding in the little wagon to wash and pay for the pumpkins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TkPqn3lzgk/TpTZaE_j6WI/AAAAAAAACJ4/STDzJOX5pg8/s1600/IMG_1529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TkPqn3lzgk/TpTZaE_j6WI/AAAAAAAACJ4/STDzJOX5pg8/s320/IMG_1529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a lot of fun. I am glad we are surrounded by so much harvest that we can enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-1904766395037897173?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1904766395037897173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=1904766395037897173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1904766395037897173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1904766395037897173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-where-oh-where-can-my-pumpkin-be.html' title='Oh Where Oh Where Can My Pumpkin Be'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_bTOW-5IVhg/TpTZBMqeL2I/AAAAAAAACJY/MTDxknsezsc/s72-c/IMG_1515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3922410606280675557</id><published>2011-10-03T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:51:55.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Long Overdue (Random Happenings)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are in no particular order, however, I need to update my blog since it also serves as my journal. I guess I need to work on it because I am not very regular about posting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have been enjoying ourselves and preparing for the fall/winter which we are not really use to having anymore. I have decided that I really need to invest in some rain gear since it rains like crazy here. Fortunately Summer is already prepared for the puddles and drizzles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of August and all through September we were able to go pick wild blackberries that grow everywhere. This is just across the street from us. It was nice because we could just pick a small bowl at a time to go with dinner. Maybe they are still growing. I should make a pie for Thanksgiving here since it is in a week. That is weird too. I am not use to having Thanksgiving before Halloween. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wlUvdWF254/ToqP92H_n_I/AAAAAAAACII/WAo3tMFRCHE/s1600/IMG_1323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wlUvdWF254/ToqP92H_n_I/AAAAAAAACII/WAo3tMFRCHE/s320/IMG_1323.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here are the Blackberry bushes behind our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFs9hLiL6gY/ToqQGVNVSqI/AAAAAAAACIM/SS6EQhDFof4/s1600/IMG_1333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFs9hLiL6gY/ToqQGVNVSqI/AAAAAAAACIM/SS6EQhDFof4/s320/IMG_1333.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brayden's First Shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1OT9nf8MAI/ToqQM-eoYAI/AAAAAAAACIQ/J0AqeBDFXic/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m1OT9nf8MAI/ToqQM-eoYAI/AAAAAAAACIQ/J0AqeBDFXic/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is when we moved him to his crib. I am a little sad not to have him right next to me, but it is better that he gets use to his bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love looking at my kids when they are fast asleep. There is something about it that just makes me want to hold them and give them many kisses. They are just so peaceful and I think it is then that I remember their innocence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hlHWNaOTx_s/ToqQRnYvJZI/AAAAAAAACIU/VcyWZcfPmUw/s1600/IMG_1346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hlHWNaOTx_s/ToqQRnYvJZI/AAAAAAAACIU/VcyWZcfPmUw/s320/IMG_1346.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here Summer is learning to ride her bike over a dirt mound with some friends of ours. She seemed to enjoy it enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0I9XlWdsDMY/ToqQYfxbHgI/AAAAAAAACIY/pIWjGSmezeU/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0I9XlWdsDMY/ToqQYfxbHgI/AAAAAAAACIY/pIWjGSmezeU/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer and Brayden watching TV together for the first time. Fortunately I don't turn it on that often so he is not really hooked, but he does like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvmaB57Rjls/ToqQeJQv4KI/AAAAAAAACIc/Rg_wVLwxctg/s1600/IMG_1365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvmaB57Rjls/ToqQeJQv4KI/AAAAAAAACIc/Rg_wVLwxctg/s320/IMG_1365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoying the Jolly Jumper. It only lasts for about five minutes before he falls to one side and wants out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fao02Dl15k/ToqQk2lVKlI/AAAAAAAACIg/vbT9MiMt2Ts/s1600/IMG_1379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fao02Dl15k/ToqQk2lVKlI/AAAAAAAACIg/vbT9MiMt2Ts/s320/IMG_1379.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brayden very frightened from the flash on the camera. Apparently he cried for quite a while. He is also very scared of the vacuum. Every time I turn it on he cries with tears and all. I have come to the conclusion I have to vacuum when Philip is home and can hold him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovRNNXCVODg/ToqQpcfDT8I/AAAAAAAACIk/95Gt8H2_QsY/s1600/IMG_1401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovRNNXCVODg/ToqQpcfDT8I/AAAAAAAACIk/95Gt8H2_QsY/s320/IMG_1401.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rockin' a tie I made out of Uncle Aaron's shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-koA349lNMyk/ToqQuxe4NqI/AAAAAAAACIo/sDhpEfA_7PM/s1600/IMG_1417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-koA349lNMyk/ToqQuxe4NqI/AAAAAAAACIo/sDhpEfA_7PM/s320/IMG_1417.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer after losing her second tooth. The Tooth Fairy almost forgot to bring the goods until just before she awoke. The funny thing is my friend just posted a tutorial for a Tooth Fairy pillow just for this purpose and I thought I should make one and never did. I guess I really should have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez5Kk5leFr0/ToqQ0DkKlOI/AAAAAAAACIs/gh2OntIXm3E/s1600/IMG_1428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ez5Kk5leFr0/ToqQ0DkKlOI/AAAAAAAACIs/gh2OntIXm3E/s320/IMG_1428.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brayden looking a little bald as Philip would say. He is just too cute. I can't get enough of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jMZ9_kzVaM/ToqQ7e9MYkI/AAAAAAAACIw/ci6v4Cow17o/s1600/IMG_1435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jMZ9_kzVaM/ToqQ7e9MYkI/AAAAAAAACIw/ci6v4Cow17o/s320/IMG_1435.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brayden has started to coo/talk a lot. He also loves laughing and interacting with us. He especially likes Summer as long as she is not flopping him all over the place. Recently he has been grabbing for toys and Summer's hair. One of his favorite things is taking baths. I think he is getting a tooth because he is very slobbery and chews on his fingers all day long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2O0PyA6w8So/ToqRBLNz62I/AAAAAAAACI0/c388yzefwS8/s1600/IMG_1448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2O0PyA6w8So/ToqRBLNz62I/AAAAAAAACI0/c388yzefwS8/s320/IMG_1448.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One day after school we made play dough. Summer made an alligator and it reminded us of Texas at the alligator park (Brazos Bend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aie7urWY8HA/ToqRGnONBzI/AAAAAAAACI4/7QcqHMI5YJM/s1600/IMG_1457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aie7urWY8HA/ToqRGnONBzI/AAAAAAAACI4/7QcqHMI5YJM/s320/IMG_1457.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This one is for my sister who loves Kiss. At least she use to. It reminded me of her, so I thought I should have Summer try it on. What do you think Kori?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HryxnfaTFD8/ToqRLiDZppI/AAAAAAAACI8/hBb4q3ql4Ns/s1600/IMG_1459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HryxnfaTFD8/ToqRLiDZppI/AAAAAAAACI8/hBb4q3ql4Ns/s320/IMG_1459.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brayden finally wearing the Darth Vador shirt his dad got for him. Philip loves Star Wars and when we saw this shirt on clearance at the GAP last January it made it into the cart. Philip has been wanting him to wear it since he was newborn. Now that it is October I gave in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8pSPuOVnPw/ToqRRDsODXI/AAAAAAAACJA/MTEs9UMwJ-4/s1600/IMG_1466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8pSPuOVnPw/ToqRRDsODXI/AAAAAAAACJA/MTEs9UMwJ-4/s320/IMG_1466.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also since it is October I have decided to make a fun Halloween meal for dinner every Monday night for Family Home Evening. Tonights menu was courtesy of Martha Stewart, and it was a lot of fun. Even though I shaped her meatloaf into a bat she still wouldn't touch it. At least the ghosts disappeared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jqWZA7NctU/ToqRWmACKRI/AAAAAAAACJE/UUHRXVRud94/s1600/IMG_1480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jqWZA7NctU/ToqRWmACKRI/AAAAAAAACJE/UUHRXVRud94/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, it has been way too long. I hope to keep it up a little better now that I am in a better routine with Brayden and Summer is off to school. Oh Yeah, see I forgot all about documenting those pictures. I guess more posts to come tomorrow or sometime this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-3922410606280675557?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3922410606280675557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3922410606280675557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3922410606280675557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3922410606280675557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/10/update-long-overdue-random-happenings.html' title='Update Long Overdue (Random Happenings)'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wlUvdWF254/ToqP92H_n_I/AAAAAAAACII/WAo3tMFRCHE/s72-c/IMG_1323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-5544190764575986554</id><published>2011-09-05T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:38:31.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-394Hw69F0PU/TmW4Z2xMcNI/AAAAAAAACG4/2go4AhQrTRc/s1600/IMG_1078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-394Hw69F0PU/TmW4Z2xMcNI/AAAAAAAACG4/2go4AhQrTRc/s320/IMG_1078.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It had been 6 years since I last visited my family in California. My dad came to visit us while we lived in Houston a couple years back. Since we knew we would have a new addition we decided it was just the right time to make a visit. My grandma is getting old and I really felt I needed to see her soon. So we made the road trip down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see above one of the ways Summer stayed entertained was to watch a movie. Most of the time she was bored out of her mind, but she did really good. Brayden did really well too since he slept most of the time. It was horrible when he was sick of the seat and cried as loud as he could. I think he developed a bad taste for his car seat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we finally arrived it was late, but we enjoyed seeing family and snapping some photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCIZtMDCY88/TmW4fmsSN3I/AAAAAAAACG8/swncKfzGbqI/s1600/IMG_1084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pCIZtMDCY88/TmW4fmsSN3I/AAAAAAAACG8/swncKfzGbqI/s320/IMG_1084.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here you can see my dad. I look a bit like him, however, he looks kind of intimidating in this picture. I remember when I was little and I would go visit him he wore button up shirts without the buttons done up, along with huge gold chains, and large gold rings the kind that you put three fingers into. My sister and I use to say he looked like Mr. T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMHSUpnoOMk/TmW4lc9RHYI/AAAAAAAACHA/s-fh7fYvylc/s1600/IMG_1089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WMHSUpnoOMk/TmW4lc9RHYI/AAAAAAAACHA/s-fh7fYvylc/s320/IMG_1089.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my abuelita or my grandma. She is such a wonderful woman and I love her so much. She just loved the kids. She didn't want to stop holding Brayden. It was so hot there and they didn't have a/c so it was like an oven in the house. This also caused Brayden to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EapRoJ2h1mQ/TmW4q5kIRKI/AAAAAAAACHE/yT1j9oWzK34/s1600/IMG_1091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EapRoJ2h1mQ/TmW4q5kIRKI/AAAAAAAACHE/yT1j9oWzK34/s320/IMG_1091.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer found a tree outside in the yard and brought me these. I thought they were limes only to realize they are oranges. Citrus season is not for a few more months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RASYzv6SH5w/TmW4y4HtGNI/AAAAAAAACHI/LKP-FWJGXkg/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RASYzv6SH5w/TmW4y4HtGNI/AAAAAAAACHI/LKP-FWJGXkg/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dad helping her pick the fruit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd1AgdKBcG4/TmW5Kg8HjyI/AAAAAAAACHY/-OhIusGjIp8/s1600/IMG_1134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd1AgdKBcG4/TmW5Kg8HjyI/AAAAAAAACHY/-OhIusGjIp8/s320/IMG_1134.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer was roasting to death. She said to me, "I think all the people in Houston must be asking for lots of drinks of water." I think she forgot what it was like to live in the heat. Really I guess I have too. I &amp;nbsp;don't know how we survived living in Houston's weather but you just do. It is actually funny because since we got home it has been in the low 80's which is the highest so far this summer. We are entering fall and we are still wondering where the summer went.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkEZlV-Rzno/TmW5FqJvrYI/AAAAAAAACHU/1CU_4KDcKNE/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkEZlV-Rzno/TmW5FqJvrYI/AAAAAAAACHU/1CU_4KDcKNE/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Abuelita loving Brayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5zHpqA74ts/TmW5BlsTl6I/AAAAAAAACHQ/hb9GtKI4fT0/s1600/IMG_1109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5zHpqA74ts/TmW5BlsTl6I/AAAAAAAACHQ/hb9GtKI4fT0/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer and my cousin Giselle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFXmbbMxDD0/TmW44w54LfI/AAAAAAAACHM/xNupCIDZO3g/s1600/IMG_1098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFXmbbMxDD0/TmW44w54LfI/AAAAAAAACHM/xNupCIDZO3g/s320/IMG_1098.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some of the super yummy Mexican food we enjoyed thanks to their hard work and hospitality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_jNCWBqYpA/TmW5Pk1Gm7I/AAAAAAAACHc/x0Qkrt6N1pI/s1600/IMG_1135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_jNCWBqYpA/TmW5Pk1Gm7I/AAAAAAAACHc/x0Qkrt6N1pI/s320/IMG_1135.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Philip enjoying the food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KyH_bPoW_Y0/TmW5U_1fK7I/AAAAAAAACHg/OSdqzrbQ8ps/s1600/IMG_1140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KyH_bPoW_Y0/TmW5U_1fK7I/AAAAAAAACHg/OSdqzrbQ8ps/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my uncle Chaba cooking my favorite ever Carne Asada. Yum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6hW6V28Ed0/TmW5aVJZuRI/AAAAAAAACHk/UHJtdtTvrSQ/s1600/IMG_1155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6hW6V28Ed0/TmW5aVJZuRI/AAAAAAAACHk/UHJtdtTvrSQ/s320/IMG_1155.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer helping my cousin Stephanie make gorditas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj_2mZkJ6VE/TmW5g5_BPjI/AAAAAAAACHo/XZ3oDq7yeWk/s1600/IMG_1156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj_2mZkJ6VE/TmW5g5_BPjI/AAAAAAAACHo/XZ3oDq7yeWk/s320/IMG_1156.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The finished product. I might have to try these myself. They might not work out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMcjBC0ZM_k/TmW5l-v-UfI/AAAAAAAACHs/cBeZj3ZzPmw/s1600/IMG_1162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMcjBC0ZM_k/TmW5l-v-UfI/AAAAAAAACHs/cBeZj3ZzPmw/s320/IMG_1162.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the last night there we drove to the temple to see it. It was beautiful of course. It is nice to visit and see all the different temples.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dX3xNCfoQQY/TmW526R-w-I/AAAAAAAACH4/XepKt9-O8_4/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dX3xNCfoQQY/TmW526R-w-I/AAAAAAAACH4/XepKt9-O8_4/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My uncle Chaba and his family minus one son who is in college.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HC_Yi7NXwLY/TmW5xa5MmqI/AAAAAAAACH0/NQUiJwnIz1c/s1600/IMG_1175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HC_Yi7NXwLY/TmW5xa5MmqI/AAAAAAAACH0/NQUiJwnIz1c/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My uncle Tonio and his family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNo-dw2kl60/TmW5r6YcORI/AAAAAAAACHw/naRv6aCLVoU/s1600/IMG_1171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNo-dw2kl60/TmW5r6YcORI/AAAAAAAACHw/naRv6aCLVoU/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dad and our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOPlBXaDo98/TmW5-SIkPuI/AAAAAAAACH8/voIhjghPxDg/s1600/IMG_1180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOPlBXaDo98/TmW5-SIkPuI/AAAAAAAACH8/voIhjghPxDg/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Abuelita and our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dq6CLup97ao/TmW6DIOBnFI/AAAAAAAACIA/2yw8AWys40s/s1600/IMG_1183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dq6CLup97ao/TmW6DIOBnFI/AAAAAAAACIA/2yw8AWys40s/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yummy Mexican pan/bread we got for the way home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GoRx_ueqzX0/TmW6KoE_R0I/AAAAAAAACIE/jn1eA1-Q3ME/s1600/IMG_1192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GoRx_ueqzX0/TmW6KoE_R0I/AAAAAAAACIE/jn1eA1-Q3ME/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once of the nice things about traveling was the scenery. I didn't take many photos, but this one will do I guess. It was so interesting to see the different crops go on for miles and miles almost until we were out of California. We also enjoyed looking at Shasta Lake and wished we could stop for a swim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so nice to finally see my family again. We hope that we can go more often and that one day they might be able to come visit us as well. We love them and miss them all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-5544190764575986554?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5544190764575986554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=5544190764575986554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5544190764575986554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5544190764575986554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/09/trip-to-california.html' title='Trip to California'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-394Hw69F0PU/TmW4Z2xMcNI/AAAAAAAACG4/2go4AhQrTRc/s72-c/IMG_1078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3134861813960295403</id><published>2011-07-29T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:47:08.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last year and a half Summer has continuously asked when her teeth would fall out. She was so anxious for this to happen. She even tried making her teeth come loose even though she knew it would not work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yesterday she was eating some chips and she said I think I might have a loose tooth. She showed me and sure enough her tooth was quite loose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3TqxKeRMs8/TjMZil5rL4I/AAAAAAAACE0/-O9VsFkYpwc/s400/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634875640850886530" /&gt;Forgive the dirty mouth picture, but she had been eating chips. She was so excited. I tried to get her to wait and wiggle it after Philip came home but she could not resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uAXtwHbTQs/TjMZiw72asI/AAAAAAAACE8/cGSsrCl-9h0/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCvrIiJDAag/TjMbDcK-2hI/AAAAAAAACFE/PmGFj7lPTSI/s400/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634877304686434834" /&gt;Once her dad came home she asked me for an apple because I told her that might help her tooth come out. Well that didn't work. She then went upstairs to look in the mirror. About ten minutes later she said it came out. I didn't believe her so she came to show me that the tooth was hanging by a thread. So, now you see my daughter has surely lost her first tooth. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uAXtwHbTQs/TjMZiw72asI/AAAAAAAACE8/cGSsrCl-9h0/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uAXtwHbTQs/TjMZiw72asI/AAAAAAAACE8/cGSsrCl-9h0/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uAXtwHbTQs/TjMZiw72asI/AAAAAAAACE8/cGSsrCl-9h0/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634875643812801218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the classic missing tooth smile. I can't believe she is growing up. I am so happy for her to have lost her tooth. She was happy in the morning to find that the tooth fairy had come to leave her a surprise. She then smiled and said I like having a missing tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-3134861813960295403?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3134861813960295403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3134861813960295403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3134861813960295403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3134861813960295403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/07/toothless.html' title='Toothless'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T3TqxKeRMs8/TjMZil5rL4I/AAAAAAAACE0/-O9VsFkYpwc/s72-c/IMG_0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6591997457172366981</id><published>2011-07-29T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:33:35.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really can't believe it has been six weeks already. Brayden is growing and time is flying. I am not sure how much he weighs now, but he has grown. Although he is small he no longer looks like a newborn. He has started holding his head up quite nicely. He enjoys tummy time but only for a few minutes and then he gets tired and starts fussing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brayden is a good baby for the most part. He is a good sleeper now and lets me get at least three hours sleep at once. To me that is way better than wanting to eat every hour like he did in the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been interesting having a boy. We are so use to our little girl and not all the things that come along with a boy. Mainly we have only really noticed how frequently he pees on the wall, Phil, or himself. The goal now is to get him changed as quickly as possible to avoid old faithful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are several pictures of some of the things we have enjoyed with him over the last six weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIuTBwvwPNM/TjLyrI_qQoI/AAAAAAAACEs/yNqxnFdBuac/s1600/IMG_0513.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIuTBwvwPNM/TjLyrI_qQoI/AAAAAAAACEs/yNqxnFdBuac/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634832906756702850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to take him on his first walk. Summer was so excited and insisted on pushing the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUj66kmjEcI/TjLyqnY11eI/AAAAAAAACEk/9jLyEdDg6lU/s1600/IMG_0527.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUj66kmjEcI/TjLyqnY11eI/AAAAAAAACEk/9jLyEdDg6lU/s400/IMG_0527.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634832897735513570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There have been a few times when his fingers have found their way into his mouth and he gladly sucks. I think if they made there way there more often we would have ourselves a thumb sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feDtPoq2slQ/TjLvo3VSkzI/AAAAAAAACEc/vF4bfhIwkwU/s1600/IMG_0558.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-feDtPoq2slQ/TjLvo3VSkzI/AAAAAAAACEc/vF4bfhIwkwU/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634829569120965426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer playing with him while I got ready. She is such a good big sister. We like to think there are two moms in the house because she is always trying to take care of her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTboRsC6H5E/TjLvodFqYnI/AAAAAAAACEU/dkJeoCHDe6E/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTboRsC6H5E/TjLvodFqYnI/AAAAAAAACEU/dkJeoCHDe6E/s400/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634829562076095090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brayden and his three month old cousin. It will be fun to see the two of them grow older together and have a playmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4bUY6z818CA/TjLvoKIz5WI/AAAAAAAACEM/n4RPPQHBnqA/s1600/IMG_0593.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4bUY6z818CA/TjLvoKIz5WI/AAAAAAAACEM/n4RPPQHBnqA/s400/IMG_0593.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634829556989027682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philip thinks he looks like he has a mushroom on his head, but I like the hat. I made this as I was teaching myself to crochet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXFaq8F0Z4Q/TjLvnicpQSI/AAAAAAAACEE/erN5yEFwV88/s1600/IMG_0637.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXFaq8F0Z4Q/TjLvnicpQSI/AAAAAAAACEE/erN5yEFwV88/s400/IMG_0637.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634829546334798114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day I came in Summer's room to find that she was rocking the baby in her own little rocking chair. He was fussy and she needed to sooth him so this is what came to her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-to6Gczx9oZo/TjLvnGPLnCI/AAAAAAAACD8/f-VkjUaT0ZY/s1600/IMG_0639.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-to6Gczx9oZo/TjLvnGPLnCI/AAAAAAAACD8/f-VkjUaT0ZY/s400/IMG_0639.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634829538762136610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philip thinks he needs driving lessons already. F.Y.I. we were in our parked car eating. We were not driving with him in Phil's lap incase you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bNiDhJqkTE/TjLtfqxMhJI/AAAAAAAACD0/1EebDqimBbc/s1600/IMG_0671.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bNiDhJqkTE/TjLtfqxMhJI/AAAAAAAACD0/1EebDqimBbc/s400/IMG_0671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634827212106269842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yoga time. My sister brought me a bunch of hand me down clothes. This is one of my favorites. He really has a little boy yoga outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-dS3kLOW7w/TjLtfIKPk-I/AAAAAAAACDs/f9GDxWTXK48/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-dS3kLOW7w/TjLtfIKPk-I/AAAAAAAACDs/f9GDxWTXK48/s400/DSC_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634827202816087010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken at about four weeks old. He looks like Philip in this picture to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEjSUbQtDl8/TjLteYHBALI/AAAAAAAACDk/h_tCorJu2SQ/s1600/IMG_0729.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEjSUbQtDl8/TjLteYHBALI/AAAAAAAACDk/h_tCorJu2SQ/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634827189917647026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brayden was blessed on July 24, 2011 which happens to be my birthday. My family was in town so we felt is was appropriate to do it then. I need to snap a picture of the baby alone in his outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4mD7KQhPeI/TjLteIDl1CI/AAAAAAAACDc/UgYSes6bZOQ/s1600/IMG_0803.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4mD7KQhPeI/TjLteIDl1CI/AAAAAAAACDc/UgYSes6bZOQ/s400/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634827185608315938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brayden sleeping in on his 6 week mark which was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYHMyHW-Owc/TjLtdoWiKKI/AAAAAAAACDU/041tlvzEJY0/s1600/IMG_0811.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYHMyHW-Owc/TjLtdoWiKKI/AAAAAAAACDU/041tlvzEJY0/s400/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634827177097832610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so happy I was trying to snap photos of him when he was hungry. I love the frown face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a blast so far. I look forward to every day I get to spend with my kids. I hope to soak in as much baby time as I can before he gets older and is no longer in baby stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6591997457172366981?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6591997457172366981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6591997457172366981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6591997457172366981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6591997457172366981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/07/6-weeks.html' title='6 Weeks'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIuTBwvwPNM/TjLyrI_qQoI/AAAAAAAACEs/yNqxnFdBuac/s72-c/IMG_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-7583699629356376178</id><published>2011-07-29T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:22:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit With Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family has planned to come visit us for a while now. Finally the day came that they traveled the 15 hours by car to get here. We were so happy to see them. It is nice to be within driving distance as it makes it easier for them to visit me too. Right away we could tell we had a house full of kids. It was a good sound to hear kids playing and Summer being entertained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-id-ZpQ98kMo/TjLgRLk0XNI/AAAAAAAACDE/4ZYJghjgHno/s400/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812669563526354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer skate boarding with her cousin Dakota. This is her version of skate boarding I guess because it feels safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RENdEqNOUQs/TjLlIN1-gTI/AAAAAAAACDM/8DiedHntV58/s400/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634818013111681330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took my family to Lynn Canyon to see one of the suspension bridges and to walk around in the woods/rainforest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_gBvXO67ck/TjLfs-wtafI/AAAAAAAACC0/Gdq1yaNVz-U/s1600/IMG_0675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_gBvXO67ck/TjLfs-wtafI/AAAAAAAACC0/Gdq1yaNVz-U/s1600/IMG_0675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_gBvXO67ck/TjLfs-wtafI/AAAAAAAACC0/Gdq1yaNVz-U/s400/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812047648451058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We came across this huge slug. Summer thought it was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGmxxtX89t4/TjLfre6HwzI/AAAAAAAACCc/0B5MfuYpwmI/s400/IMG_0699.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812021918122802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday while Philip took Summer and the boys to the aquarium we headed over to Vancouver Island. This is the line for the ferry on the way home. It was actually really fun to ride the ferry because none of us had ever experienced it before. Plus it was really pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ32Sw0Tg44/TjLfsWDixtI/AAAAAAAACCs/-Owa0RscvlY/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ32Sw0Tg44/TjLfsWDixtI/AAAAAAAACCs/-Owa0RscvlY/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZ32Sw0Tg44/TjLfsWDixtI/AAAAAAAACCs/-Owa0RscvlY/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812036721592018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once on the island we headed over to Buchart Gardens which are so fabulous. It was so beautiful and nice to see. I am sure my mom was in heaven. She absolutely loves gardening and planting flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_6kex60A1o/TjLfrxAPJbI/AAAAAAAACCk/jEL9nthh88g/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_6kex60A1o/TjLfrxAPJbI/AAAAAAAACCk/jEL9nthh88g/s400/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812026775610802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just one small view of some of the many flower gardens there. I love the bright colored ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYvNymKeBJs/TjLfqyV-lNI/AAAAAAAACCU/lh1_p-b5mrI/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPnWA5BKkIM/TjLed8cXm5I/AAAAAAAACCE/osGDTWNvZfY/s400/IMG_0692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634810689816599442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I saw these flowers the first thing that popped into my head was that they reminded me of the huge roaches we see in the South. A much prettier roach, but still a roach to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYvNymKeBJs/TjLfqyV-lNI/AAAAAAAACCU/lh1_p-b5mrI/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYvNymKeBJs/TjLfqyV-lNI/AAAAAAAACCU/lh1_p-b5mrI/s400/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634812009955366098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and sister Kody. Neither of them wanted their picture taken, but I made them anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6OjPXqpb94/TjLeeXB9pFI/AAAAAAAACCM/Elz-hpkxy3c/s1600/IMG_0681.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6OjPXqpb94/TjLeeXB9pFI/AAAAAAAACCM/Elz-hpkxy3c/s400/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634810696953603154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pictures is pure motivation for me to start exercising now that I can. I nice background, and I love my family. We are just missing my older sister Kori. Maybe next time she can make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VfXh2rzrvw/TjLedTLEfmI/AAAAAAAACB8/IzjxOAiOaWA/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VfXh2rzrvw/TjLedTLEfmI/AAAAAAAACB8/IzjxOAiOaWA/s400/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634810678738189922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were anxious to head to the beach. It was a really nice day that day, however, by the time we made it to the beach it turned windy and overcast. The kids were still determined to play in the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyqgDcuNK64/TjLedIxblnI/AAAAAAAACB0/NKyk_-3zl40/s1600/IMG_0711.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyqgDcuNK64/TjLedIxblnI/AAAAAAAACB0/NKyk_-3zl40/s400/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634810675946296946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiowa enjoying the cold water. He really spent a lot of his time shooting the seagulls with water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOS2XVH_ubs/TjLecqAXHuI/AAAAAAAACBs/SwOO9ixOXU4/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOS2XVH_ubs/TjLecqAXHuI/AAAAAAAACBs/SwOO9ixOXU4/s400/IMG_0715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634810667687419618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the sun covered by the clouds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk2_JEQzGHE/TjLdEOStMPI/AAAAAAAACBE/UTACvxz8eu0/s400/IMG_0727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634809148419682546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the boys buried each other this is what they looked like. I am sure they both had sand in their nose and mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-mb3XYImF4/TjLdEg9lYTI/AAAAAAAACBM/kzWjNE2XVCY/s400/IMG_0728.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634809153431363890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandy kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeH4b7MezFI/TjLdE1uW7GI/AAAAAAAACBU/rG-yuBzjU2w/s400/IMG_0757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634809159004646498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On their last night here Summer decided to play salon. My mom and sister were the guinea pigs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZArPCzzpWkE/TjLdFbUuFLI/AAAAAAAACBc/yTzaUqpARV0/s400/IMG_0770.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634809169097659570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't they beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hsMZ_I2iFu4/TjLdF3MO2sI/AAAAAAAACBk/oIOBv7nzO6k/s400/IMG_0785.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634809176578251458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't thank them enough for coming. It was so good to see them and also to have so much help with the baby. Summer already misses having kids to play with non stop. I look forward to going there sometime hopefully soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-7583699629356376178?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7583699629356376178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=7583699629356376178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7583699629356376178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7583699629356376178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/07/visit-with-family.html' title='Visit With Family'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-id-ZpQ98kMo/TjLgRLk0XNI/AAAAAAAACDE/4ZYJghjgHno/s72-c/IMG_0668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-2501930253400980566</id><published>2011-06-27T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:08:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayden Cruz Harvey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, he is finally here. Brayden Cruz Harvey was born via c-section on June 16, 2011. Brayden He is the first to be born in Canada and the first to stay with me in the hospital room the whole time I recovered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geaM6df3UFk/Tgf4IG9wMVI/AAAAAAAACA8/BuFq0TniR2A/s1600/IMG_0406.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geaM6df3UFk/Tgf4IG9wMVI/AAAAAAAACA8/BuFq0TniR2A/s400/IMG_0406.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622735477987619154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is minutes after birth. It was nice to hear his little cry. Philip and I were overcome with tears of joy to see our healthy baby boy. Many memories flooded our minds as we were there in the OR welcoming our second son. We could not have asked for anything more perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Evi9MPkRpG8/Tgf4HHfIjBI/AAAAAAAACA0/nb4uAEViYe8/s1600/IMG_0409.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Evi9MPkRpG8/Tgf4HHfIjBI/AAAAAAAACA0/nb4uAEViYe8/s400/IMG_0409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622735460947758098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is being weighed. He came in at 3.58 kilograms which converted to pounds is 7 lbs 14 0z.  He was 20 inches long or 50.8 centimeters. Fortunately they did the conversions for me because otherwise I would have been in the OR doing math to figure it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbOd775FSmg/Tgf4Gs-rzZI/AAAAAAAACAs/bo_v-wyUX7w/s1600/IMG_0412.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbOd775FSmg/Tgf4Gs-rzZI/AAAAAAAACAs/bo_v-wyUX7w/s400/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622735453832334738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally after cleaning, weighing, and all other things they finally brought him to me and layed him across my chest. This was such a wonderful moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next Philip and Brayden went to the nursery for father son time while I went to the recovery room for what seemed like forever. I was there for about 2 hours when finally I could move my toes and they let me go to my room to hold and feed the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Gz4hZIYN4/Tgf4Ga8TpcI/AAAAAAAACAk/Ew_Foiv7uxw/s1600/IMG_0429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5Gz4hZIYN4/Tgf4Ga8TpcI/AAAAAAAACAk/Ew_Foiv7uxw/s400/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622735448990524866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few moments later Summer's little feet entered the room and she was smiling from ear to ear. She was so excited to see her new baby brother. She loved holding him for the first time, and even had natural instincts to bounce the baby when he cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qutOTVRvfk/Tgf4F86C5kI/AAAAAAAACAc/T0QvonkJG8U/s1600/IMG_0449.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qutOTVRvfk/Tgf4F86C5kI/AAAAAAAACAc/T0QvonkJG8U/s400/IMG_0449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622735440927974978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brayden got his first bath in the hospital. I already know he does not like baths, getting his diaper changed, or getting undressed. He likes his clothes to stay put. He really reminds me of Summer when she was a baby. Summer thinks he looks just like Scott. I took out her baby pictures and I think they look very similar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VL1-ohnTIUY/Tgf2WCxAcAI/AAAAAAAACAU/gSTBKaNBU7I/s1600/IMG_0448.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96AyaYgntps/Tgf2VuTQqqI/AAAAAAAACAM/_kRCl_bSqv4/s1600/IMG_0489.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96AyaYgntps/Tgf2VuTQqqI/AAAAAAAACAM/_kRCl_bSqv4/s400/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622733512861854370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally at home! We were so ready to finally come home and have a comfortable bed along with comfortable couches and better food. I am grateful however to all the nurses for the help they were. It is always nice to ask them all my questions while I am there. It has been so long since having a baby at home that I was full of questions to ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to keep socks on his hands because he kept scratching his face and I never made the effort to buy little mittens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDnrO3kHg7Y/Tgf2U4UMCmI/AAAAAAAACAE/Jyb99KAiEn4/s1600/IMG_0474.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDnrO3kHg7Y/Tgf2U4UMCmI/AAAAAAAACAE/Jyb99KAiEn4/s400/IMG_0474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622733498370230882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eA0AKYljK3A/Tgf2UWFz_4I/AAAAAAAAB_8/yUTa28xKaHA/s1600/IMG_0479.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eA0AKYljK3A/Tgf2UWFz_4I/AAAAAAAAB_8/yUTa28xKaHA/s400/IMG_0479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622733489183129474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still Sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gZJb9RdnqE/Tgf2Tjq1utI/AAAAAAAAB_0/OBGCG_xLYCU/s1600/IMG_0496.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--gZJb9RdnqE/Tgf2Tjq1utI/AAAAAAAAB_0/OBGCG_xLYCU/s400/IMG_0496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622733475648223954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again still sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact he sleeps great until about 1:00 am when he finally decides it is time to wake up and stay up for a while. I am finally getting use to him waking up and needing to be fed. Somehow mothers are blessed to make it through the next day with little sleep. I love life with my kids and I am so happy that our baby is finally here. There is so much joy that comes from a tiny little baby. I hope to take it all in and spend as much time with him as possible before he grows too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Philip, Summer, and I could not be more happy than we are right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-2501930253400980566?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2501930253400980566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=2501930253400980566' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2501930253400980566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2501930253400980566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/06/brayden-cruz-harvey.html' title='Brayden Cruz Harvey'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geaM6df3UFk/Tgf4IG9wMVI/AAAAAAAACA8/BuFq0TniR2A/s72-c/IMG_0406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-5555577451232382153</id><published>2011-06-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:25:50.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Turns Six/ Cake Boss (or not)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSOK5zUpEfg/TfVETmgEM9I/AAAAAAAAB_s/UhVVEEmmDsQ/s1600/IMG_0364.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To start off Summer's birthday we woke her up early before Philip left for work and gave her breakfast in bed. She was tired, but very grateful since she love breakfast in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day Philip planned to leave work early so we could take Summer out to dinner and spend time with her. Well, he did leave early only to get stuck on the train that broke down in between stations. So, Summer went outside and waited for him anxiously while playing on the playground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HREEeFmp8P4/TfU7U8Tdo5I/AAAAAAAAB-E/60bNu51K5ys/s400/IMG_0338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617461341185745810" /&gt;Finally after waiting for two hours on the train Philip informed us that it was moving again and that we should meet him at the train station so he did not have to take a bus to get home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After picking him up we went for a late dinner at Red Robin. Summer likes that place so she was happy. Philip explained to our waitress about the interesting experience on the train and on Summer's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gK_UYI4FZY4/TfU7VOITQaI/AAAAAAAAB-M/Ql5nvs6QMYE/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617461345970766242" /&gt;Later they came out and sang happy birthday to her. As you can see she is very shy and doesn't like attention. She was looking away the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw2dW4dTsak/TfU7VstTscI/AAAAAAAAB-U/aD-liPAkZrE/s400/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617461354179047874" /&gt;After they left this is the look on her face when she saw what they had brought her. A huge ice cream cake. She later explained to her grandma that it was as big as her head. She was in ice cream heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCCmWAvuWuU/TfU7WG7OykI/AAAAAAAAB-c/oWfqge0TP0M/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617461361216768578" /&gt;Just before going to bed she finally got to open a few gifts. She has been wanting a gum ball machine for some time now so we finally got her one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugX4-gW2vfk/TfU7WvPjmxI/AAAAAAAAB-k/qlB15XV0FNI/s400/DSCN0528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617461372039437074" /&gt;We also upgraded her to a bigger bike. Unfortunately it wasn't put together, however, she seemed pleased with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wqU1cHXQSo/TfVESgKLSVI/AAAAAAAAB_U/gig5Jlrdy2w/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617471194875513170" /&gt;Since Summer's birthday was on a weeknight we decided to celebrate with the family on Saturday. Her favorite food is spaghetti and meatballs so that is what we served. This was her first birthday outside of Texas and outside of the US. The first one near family too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4fklrIKQtE/TfVAt_tofgI/AAAAAAAAB_E/34xzL6QEptk/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617467269155683842" /&gt;Summer and Abby making a birds nest outside. They have a lot of fun together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_2Um_2eYFk/TfVAtbZPsyI/AAAAAAAAB-8/6BB4GSG8qHk/s400/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617467259406496546" /&gt;Everyone enjoying themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWzdtZMpTpw/TfVAtGhhitI/AAAAAAAAB-0/G051Ed3vVYU/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617467253804075730" /&gt;Grandma Harvey enjoying her grandchildren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6beCfJ_hM_4/TfVAsz3XZ5I/AAAAAAAAB-s/t2lbbk8F7LU/s400/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617467248795412370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On to the Cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About three years ago while I was pregnant and about to have Scott I tried to cover a cake in fondant for Summer's birthday. It was a nightmare and I decided that I would stick to cupcakes from then on. Well there must be something about being pregnant because this year I got ambitious and decided we should try making a Tangled cake. I love watching the Cake Boss and he makes everything look so easy. So I thought I would give it a whirl. Well it turned into a whirlwind. Here is my process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSOK5zUpEfg/TfVETmgEM9I/AAAAAAAAB_s/UhVVEEmmDsQ/s400/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617471213757805522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First Summer and I went to the cake shop and picked out a bunch of candies and sprinkles for the cake. That was fun. I also bought two round pans that are super nice and I love. So, Friday I began by baking and baking cakes all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well then I prepared the bottom of the cake, then the tower, and finally the top of the tower where Repunzel like to look out of the window. Each piece started taking shape and for a first timer I thought I had done fairly well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Philip surprised me that night with tickets to see Wicked. I was so excited, but unfortunately the cake had to be put on hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cTV-qwLKt7I/TfVETUFnS7I/AAAAAAAAB_k/Zax2kS197ek/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617471208815020978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning is when I actually decorated the tower and the top tower. I was getting so excited to finally be done and to have a Cake Boss master piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPybJaNZkxc/TfVETDSvxiI/AAAAAAAAB_c/VWHYFfHJPro/s400/DSCN0537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617471204306699810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got about this far with the tower attached to the bottom of the cake. I then tried putting the top part on and right away realized it was not going to stay. I thought and thought of what to do. So I finally figured it out and put the top on. It stayed and I went to wash my hands off. I was so excited until I returned to the cake to find that the top and a huge chunk of the tower had fallen off. All that work! Well I salvaged the tower and tried to salvage the top by redoing the roof. It doesn't look nearly as good, but at this point I didn't care. Oh, and if you look below I made sure to give Repunzel some Utah hair nice and big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I set the top on a separate plate to display the cake part way finished. When it was time to sing we then put the top on and I held it in place while we got a few pictures and sang to Summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hoCUK9m-rc/TfVAuBIYdFI/AAAAAAAAB_M/0kyQRV6p6pA/s400/DSCN0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617467269536314450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, some lessons I have learned are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I am not the Cake Boss nor do I think he would ever hire me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. I think I liked making the bottom round part so much I want to make my own birthday cake next month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. I love the cake pans I purchased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Although it was time consuming and the cake never stood on its own longer than 3 minutes I will not give up and stick to cupcakes only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Maybe I will take a cake class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a good birthday and we are so proud to have Summer in our family. I can't believe she is six. It kind of makes me feel old. Now we can count down four more days to celebrate the birth of our new baby boy, and the day after that Scott's 3rd birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-5555577451232382153?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5555577451232382153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=5555577451232382153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5555577451232382153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5555577451232382153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-turns-six-cake-boss-or-not.html' title='Summer Turns Six/ Cake Boss (or not)'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HREEeFmp8P4/TfU7U8Tdo5I/AAAAAAAAB-E/60bNu51K5ys/s72-c/IMG_0338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-2438348112552294173</id><published>2011-05-28T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:05:50.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have started the count down to the arrival of baby #3. We are all so excited. Here is a countdown chain that Summer made. The pink ones are the number of chains left until her 6th birthday. The seven extra ones at the end are the countdown until the baby will be born. If we would have added one more chain that would bring us to Scott's 3rd birthday. June is a busy month for us. So, I have a scheduled c-section on June 16th. The doctor wanted it to be on the 17th, but I explained that is Scott's special day. Anyhow, we are super excited, and now we get to celebrate all three birthdays very close together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HuPQF_r-XS4/TeFgprmjSFI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/MWoh2OWwaRc/s1600/DSCN0520.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HuPQF_r-XS4/TeFgprmjSFI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/MWoh2OWwaRc/s400/DSCN0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611872879875672146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Philip and I prepare for the baby to arrive we have gone shopping for some things. I set this little bouncer thing up and told Philip that I bet as soon as Summer sees it she will grab her dolls and put it in there. I was right. She noticed it the next day and I found her in the baby's room playing with it. She then noticed a bassinet in our room and ran to get her doll. She is so excited. Yesterday she even helped me put up the new crib. Our last crib was recalled and the company is out of business so we decided to play it safe and get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbKTTQz0WZY/TeFgo3g4WhI/AAAAAAAAB84/bRqe8CfCgJY/s400/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611872865893243410" /&gt;The other day she came in and said look at my baby in my belly. Of course the balloon inside her shirt made her fit right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HKgDet-80Pg/TeFgpMhV_MI/AAAAAAAAB9A/yG2sY92hex8/s400/IMG_0263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611872871532330178" /&gt;She wanted to take a picture of my baby in my belly too. Yikes I am huge. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgVtRaDqQW8/TeFgpb-n_WI/AAAAAAAAB9I/umneiuUb4as/s1600/IMG_0271.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgVtRaDqQW8/TeFgpb-n_WI/AAAAAAAAB9I/umneiuUb4as/s1600/IMG_0271.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgVtRaDqQW8/TeFgpb-n_WI/AAAAAAAAB9I/umneiuUb4as/s400/IMG_0271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611872875681676642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyhow, we are getting ready and looking forward to him finally coming. I told Philip that these last days are going to go by so slow because I just can't wait. He said I should be patient because once he is here I will be even more exhausted and want to hand the baby off to someone. I don't care, I just look forward to meeting him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have also been busy making a bunch of things for the baby. Unfortunately I left it to the last couple months and now it is way harder to bend down on the floor if I need to. You can check out some of the things on my craft blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will most likely be posting a few pictures of the baby on facebook since I can do it on my phone. The blog will have to wait until after I get home because I don't think Philip knows how to post on here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-2438348112552294173?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2438348112552294173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=2438348112552294173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2438348112552294173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2438348112552294173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/05/preparing-for-baby.html' title='Preparing for Baby'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HuPQF_r-XS4/TeFgprmjSFI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/MWoh2OWwaRc/s72-c/DSCN0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-2065527414931008986</id><published>2011-05-19T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:43:00.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Enjoying Life in Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Summer has been enjoying life here in Canada. She really misses her friends in Houston and asks about them almost everyday. However, she has found plenty of things to do in order to keep busy and have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4llIXCDouho/TdXeNsVColI/AAAAAAAAB8g/sEp2OlgMDNU/s400/IMG_0159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608633237778899538" /&gt;The other day she came down and showed me how she put a leotard on her penguin. She thought it was so great that they could have matching dress ups. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later I found her in the living room playing gymnastics with her stuffed animals. She was the coach of course. She taught them all the things she use to do in gymnastics back in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jec0xAnucT0/TdXeOFwaKoI/AAAAAAAAB8o/SIa3l7_WIG8/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608633244604574338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moments like this make me smile, and grab the camera. She is creative and loves her animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ww6k9LePOo/TdXddi8VzXI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/jkuw8hCKOUY/s400/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608632410625658226" /&gt;She has also been spending time with her cousin who lives very close. They had fun yesterday enjoying the nice weather outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44ydpFhi41A/TdXea7Gne3I/AAAAAAAAB8w/Wyc3RZwYpwM/s400/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608633465083231090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They found a dead lady bug so Summer asked her cousin if she wanted to put the lady bug in heaven. Summer made a sign and they went out to burry the bug. Translation of the sign, "Dead Lady bug be gentle."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OnAitP6-6k/TdXdcT3aqQI/AAAAAAAAB74/ss24RsqnwCU/s400/DSCN0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608632389398604034" /&gt;Today Grandma Harvey came over with some flowers to plant with Summer. I was delighted because Summer had so much fun, we have lots of flowers, and I didn't have to bend over with my big prego belly to plant them. Summer wasn't too thrilled to see me taking pictures. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym8f9WQ3lHM/TdXddBwxZ3I/AAAAAAAAB8I/MHRW_5XIxms/s1600/DSCN0502.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ym8f9WQ3lHM/TdXddBwxZ3I/AAAAAAAAB8I/MHRW_5XIxms/s400/DSCN0502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608632401718765426" /&gt;Summer relaxing while Grandma does all the work. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjfNbCTyDqw/TdXdcOfEw8I/AAAAAAAAB7w/_TZtuEig6c0/s1600/DSCN0504.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjfNbCTyDqw/TdXdcOfEw8I/AAAAAAAAB7w/_TZtuEig6c0/s400/DSCN0504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608632387954328514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still making Grandma slave away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZdyHas8xQM/TdXeNIwRIXI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/MmQitMHjJx4/s400/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608633228229419378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally she gets in there and finishes off by watering the flowers. It will be fun to see them bloom. She also planted a flower my mom gave her last year for her birthday. Now she finally gets to watch it grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, there you have it some adventures from Summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-2065527414931008986?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2065527414931008986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=2065527414931008986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2065527414931008986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2065527414931008986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-enjoying-life-in-canada.html' title='Summer Enjoying Life in Canada'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4llIXCDouho/TdXeNsVColI/AAAAAAAAB8g/sEp2OlgMDNU/s72-c/IMG_0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-9042907078747410254</id><published>2011-05-12T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:22:32.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know you have lived in the South for a while when your five year old daughter mistakes a bin full of dates at the grocery store for a bin full of cockroaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WrOtqgdK6QI/TcwRjqUz8VI/AAAAAAAAB7g/UoI0VA_bvGo/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605874940524097874" /&gt;That is one thing I don't miss about Houston. Thankfully we did not ever see as many as all of these dates, but we did see a few every summer. Anyhow, I thought it was really funny that she actually thought they were roaches. Thankfully they are not, but they do look a little unappetizing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unrelated to roaches is the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xR4JPD9alo/TcwRj7vUurI/AAAAAAAAB7o/W0qGV1kvaEo/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xR4JPD9alo/TcwRj7vUurI/AAAAAAAAB7o/W0qGV1kvaEo/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xR4JPD9alo/TcwRj7vUurI/AAAAAAAAB7o/W0qGV1kvaEo/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605874945198701234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the morning Summer likes to come in my room and watch some cartoons which is fine by be because it means I can sleep a little bit longer. For now anyways. I had to take a picture of this when I saw it because it was so cute. She has so much concern for her penguin and barbie that she shared her blanket with them while they all watch cartoons together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure do love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-9042907078747410254?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/9042907078747410254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=9042907078747410254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/9042907078747410254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/9042907078747410254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/05/roaches.html' title='Roaches!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WrOtqgdK6QI/TcwRjqUz8VI/AAAAAAAAB7g/UoI0VA_bvGo/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-4989908504654368413</id><published>2011-04-23T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T07:17:13.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter at Stanley Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year we started celebrating Easter with family home evening. First we had a lesson with a bunch of plastic eggs filled with things that represented certain things from the scriptures about the Atonement and the resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ. It was great, and I think I will do it again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the activity we dyed eggs. I still don't know what to do with them because I don't think any of us are big on deviled eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw_w-wcbsz0/TbO3OBWeQkI/AAAAAAAAB7A/A97jCpSzADk/s400/DSCN0402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599020213260403266" /&gt;I guess Summer is not quite sure what to think of the color. Her face just cracks me up. I am not sure what she is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s2J0jQMvl9I/TbO3OT16CWI/AAAAAAAAB7I/KIu_s6SmsZU/s1600/DSCN0403.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s2J0jQMvl9I/TbO3OT16CWI/AAAAAAAAB7I/KIu_s6SmsZU/s400/DSCN0403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599020218224085346" /&gt;I searched and searched for a community Easter egg hunt. Maybe I didn't search good enough, but all the ones I could find were on Sunday and you had to pay a bunch to go to one. Thanks to my brother-in-law Andrew we were able to go to Easter on the train at Stanley Park. He sent me a link and it sounded great to me. So we decided to check it out. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqQUQzglIeg/TbO2kSkVxkI/AAAAAAAAB64/4DYZYBAlYuM/s1600/DSCN0418.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gqQUQzglIeg/TbO2kSkVxkI/AAAAAAAAB64/4DYZYBAlYuM/s400/DSCN0418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599019496327464514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer loved seeing the Easter Bunny. Apparently the Easter Chick was suppose to be there too, she could not find the chick anywhere and was disappointed. She even wrote a letter to the Easter Bunny to tell the Easter Chick that she missed him today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As part of the hunt she got to ride on the train. We all enjoyed it and saw many interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIVC6Fy1MTA/TbO2kF6auzI/AAAAAAAAB6w/TOISQ0ksFDc/s400/DSCN0422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599019492930403122" /&gt;We saw our first Canadian moose. OK so its just a statue, but it was a moose in Canada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--q1Q7QNG-yA/TbO5xzyt2pI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/WGo3s9uvGLA/s400/DSCN0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599023027119315602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I obviously need to learn how to operate my camera. Here is a very blurry picture of Summer hunting for the three empty plastic eggs she was allowed. After she found them she traded them in for a bag of candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PK-Cx3dVP4M/TbO2jj8gHcI/AAAAAAAAB6o/aL14isr1LeQ/s400/DSCN0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599019483812339138" /&gt;After we left that area of the park we decided to walk around a little bit. The tide was low, so Philip, his dad, and Summer went down to search for baby crabs. I stayed up because the stairs were really steep and I had already fallen down the stairs in our house today. So, I decided to play it safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one of the baby crabs the found. I just know if my sister's kids were here that they would love to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pgX8pkcuG4g/TbO2jS81sXI/AAAAAAAAB6g/3NYtDScJbzI/s400/DSCN0447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599019479250350450" /&gt;Summer showing me a crab. She really did not want to hold it even though it was dead. She was just fine putting it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0gucigkEmg/TbO2jA4v5BI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/hktnwoIdDyE/s400/DSCN0449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599019474401354770" /&gt;There were piles of purple starfish all over the place. I don't think I have seen so many before. We also saw a raccoon, but I couldn't get a good picture because it hid behind a rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8EDs4RoMaw/TbQvG_ynhlI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/ShjWwUX8JWw/s400/DSCN0458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599152033977828946" /&gt;The pictures don't really do the justice, but it really is so beautiful here. I thought I would have a picture of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WuS2HjUO8xU/TbO1JJLu-AI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/8rUMmZnUY5Y/s1600/DSCN0452.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WuS2HjUO8xU/TbO1JJLu-AI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/8rUMmZnUY5Y/s400/DSCN0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599017930440243202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philip, Me, Summer, and Grandpa Harvey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2c1aUkVybI/TbO1I2ZTpAI/AAAAAAAAB6I/4gwuMu9IjQM/s1600/DSCN0457.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2c1aUkVybI/TbO1I2ZTpAI/AAAAAAAAB6I/4gwuMu9IjQM/s400/DSCN0457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599017925396898818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer really enjoyed spending time with her grandpa. She loves him so much. We walked a long way and I was impressed how far she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHnhhsywQUo/TbO1IX-fB_I/AAAAAAAAB6A/EnMhDPcHhNU/s1600/DSCN0461.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHnhhsywQUo/TbO1IX-fB_I/AAAAAAAAB6A/EnMhDPcHhNU/s400/DSCN0461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599017917231335410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer enjoying the sun and the break while we waited for dad to go get the car. I was the wimpy prego lady that insisted to wait for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8c_ZV81-ww/TbO1IL2IFZI/AAAAAAAAB54/ZC9xAJ--dQs/s1600/DSCN0463.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8c_ZV81-ww/TbO1IL2IFZI/AAAAAAAAB54/ZC9xAJ--dQs/s400/DSCN0463.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599017913975051666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really had a lot of fun there. I would love to go there for a picnic, and a bike ride. Oh, and so many people still roller blade here. I haven't done that in years. Perhaps I will try it after I have this baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things I have yet to see here. Now that it is getting a little warmer I look forward to going out and having new adventures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on Easter after Easter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-4989908504654368413?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4989908504654368413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=4989908504654368413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4989908504654368413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4989908504654368413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-at-stanley-park.html' title='Easter at Stanley Park'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw_w-wcbsz0/TbO3OBWeQkI/AAAAAAAAB7A/A97jCpSzADk/s72-c/DSCN0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-5947318785696994609</id><published>2011-04-17T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:33:57.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in Houston Summer had a few friends that had dress shoes with a small heel on them. Ever since she has always wanted some too. Finally I gave in after her Grandma Harvey bought her this cute Easter dress that she needed shoes to match. Of course we stumbled upon a pair of white shoes with heels on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is so excited to finally be wearing her very own pair of high heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MI_N9pn02u0/TatoiiY1HjI/AAAAAAAAB5A/DCginCDdFeA/s400/DSCN0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681904493764146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is so proud of them and could not wait to show her dad. She is such a girly girl and I think Philip likes that. The first thing she wanted to do after she put them on was hear them click on the floor. She makes me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox2sU3j2hMY/TatojctF6RI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/Fe4Bbt8nnyI/s400/DSCN0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681920148007186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She insisted that I take a picture of her doing a curtsy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWJhNd6Nbg4/TatoiyMZ1OI/AAAAAAAAB5I/0uJcLwTE8jk/s400/DSCN0380.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681908736611554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally here is a photo of me at 30 weeks. Kristen this is for you. OK, and anyone else who cares to see a huge prego lady. I had to use Summer as my Photographer and I think she did a pretty good job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SOhQ2tglCUo/TatojqDkeiI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/-gvi9Xebi2Q/s400/DSCN0384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596681923731946018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is fun to see my little girl transitioning into a girl rather than a toddle girl. I do admit that I wish I could have her small again, but I can look at pictures right. Anyhow, I hope all you women enjoy your own high heels as much as my little one enjoys hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-5947318785696994609?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5947318785696994609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=5947318785696994609' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5947318785696994609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5947318785696994609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/04/high-heels.html' title='High Heels'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MI_N9pn02u0/TatoiiY1HjI/AAAAAAAAB5A/DCginCDdFeA/s72-c/DSCN0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-1074826480778592079</id><published>2011-04-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:28:30.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks in Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have been here in Canada for about two weeks now. Things are definitely different, but we are doing good and trying to adjust.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few highlights from the last two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer waiting in the line up to go into school. She is very shy and doesn't like standing in the line up without me nearby. She is adjusting well and likes her teacher. It is not nearly as intense as her last school. In fact it may be a little too laid back. She even compared it to the Owl's Nest preschool that she went to. She likes it and as long as we continue practicing reading, writing, and math with her at home I won't worry. The biggest challenge is picking her up from school because it is very busy and there is no system for picking up. There are very few parking spots which makes for a chaotic dismissal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today she told me that the best part of school was making Easter baskets that they are suppose to leave at school so the Easter bunny will put stuff in it for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vA_a3MXdxbs/TaZidVSpKlI/AAAAAAAAB44/PMIeou5YVx4/s1600/DSCN0347.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vA_a3MXdxbs/TaZidVSpKlI/AAAAAAAAB44/PMIeou5YVx4/s400/DSCN0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595267843125488210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few pictures of our townhouse. I only took a couple because we still have a lot of stuff in boxes. The thing I like best about it is the light that comes in. It is very different having the morning light wake us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpUZZSG3gKo/TaZic_8J7xI/AAAAAAAAB4w/nFwIvJ6o1Ko/s1600/DSCN0353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpUZZSG3gKo/TaZic_8J7xI/AAAAAAAAB4w/nFwIvJ6o1Ko/s400/DSCN0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595267837394022162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMKO0jnyGpY/TaZichBKqwI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RBYaXvMezVk/s1600/DSCN0349.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMKO0jnyGpY/TaZichBKqwI/AAAAAAAAB4o/RBYaXvMezVk/s400/DSCN0349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595267829093542658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from our chapel. Isn't it nice. We are so fortunate to live only 8 minutes from the temple. Now we need to take advantage of it and go frequently. It will also be nice for Summer to see it every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tB_0plb7_7w/TaZicJm-Y7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/frOGOf7DdLk/s1600/DSCN0355.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tB_0plb7_7w/TaZicJm-Y7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/frOGOf7DdLk/s400/DSCN0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595267822809670578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer holding her new cousin. She is practicing for when she gets to hold her own baby brother. Isn't he so cute. Now he needs a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JR6BV-k7hUs/TaZib6-_PqI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Bh9bjo_wv4g/s1600/DSCN0361.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JR6BV-k7hUs/TaZib6-_PqI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/Bh9bjo_wv4g/s400/DSCN0361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595267818883858082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to the hospital I spotted this ghostbusters car. I had to take a picture. It would be so awesome if the owner would let me borrow it for the trunk or treat at Halloween and then I would dress my family up as the ghostbusters. Anyhow I thought it was neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fheEWOqoZ0c/TaZhgGulOsI/AAAAAAAAB4I/BECj2JfeKgM/s400/DSCN0362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595266791244118722" /&gt;Summer found a new thing she can do to help me cook. She can grate cheese. She really did a great job and found it to be very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SX-3p81yNQE/TaZhfwr4WSI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Mp8_PkGRo6U/s400/DSCN0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595266785327208738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday I let her go outside because it had finally stopped raining here. She made some sort of lounge area and brought her dolls. She really enjoyed playing outside and I enjoyed letting her go out and seeing her from the window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxUy5A6mJos/TaZhfk-3pJI/AAAAAAAAB34/O4yYwrfkGLQ/s1600/DSCN0371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxUy5A6mJos/TaZhfk-3pJI/AAAAAAAAB34/O4yYwrfkGLQ/s400/DSCN0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595266782185628818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also had the idea to have her lunch outside on the patio so that she could enjoy the sun. So here she is with her doll enjoying a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfNaZ5WkdLk/TaZhfbKlowI/AAAAAAAAB3w/0TM8MhFrVZM/s1600/DSCN0367.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfNaZ5WkdLk/TaZhfbKlowI/AAAAAAAAB3w/0TM8MhFrVZM/s400/DSCN0367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595266779550425858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are starting to feel somewhat settled. It will be nice once we have everything set up. I especially can't wait to get my permanent residency papers turned in because then I can actually go into the US without fearing being refused entrance back into Canada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is nice being close to family and seeing them often. Summer has enjoyed being picked up from school by her grandpa once and also going on a special date with grandma to dinner and shopping. We really enjoy having them so close now. It is even nice that we are closer to my family so that it is much more possible for them to visit us as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, more updates to come as we venture here in Canada. &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/2209579831617571214-1074826480778592079?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1074826480778592079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=1074826480778592079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1074826480778592079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1074826480778592079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/04/two-weeks-in-canada.html' title='Two weeks in Canada'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vA_a3MXdxbs/TaZidVSpKlI/AAAAAAAAB44/PMIeou5YVx4/s72-c/DSCN0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-7108048531865030140</id><published>2011-04-13T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:39:32.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving and What Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I have a lot of updating to do. So I will start from the beginning. Just before we headed out of Houston our wonderful neighbors had us over for dinner. We will seriously miss them so much. We have been fortunate to have really awesome neighbors all the way around us.  Bertha and her mother Nancy live next door to our place in Houston. They are always so kind to us and especially to Summer. Bertha is like a grandma to her. It was just nice to be with great people before we left and it only made it harder to leave. Oh, and yes we were all wearing summer clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9zQ3FmYhKA/TaZLNzfXLhI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TFlGbI8Xk9s/s1600/DSCN0292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9zQ3FmYhKA/TaZLNzfXLhI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TFlGbI8Xk9s/s400/DSCN0292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595242287586553362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Philip's last day of work at Merrill Lynch he was able to get this photo of all his colleagues. I know he misses them greatly. Our family is very fortunate to have had them all in our lives and provide so much growth and learning to Philip.  They really are the best team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIEfZzyVoR8/TaZLNaA2nJI/AAAAAAAAB3g/-RhYfi0zb1c/s1600/DSCN0305.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIEfZzyVoR8/TaZLNaA2nJI/AAAAAAAAB3g/-RhYfi0zb1c/s400/DSCN0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595242280747703442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Summer's last day of school each of her classmates made a goodbye card for her. It was so cute. Most of them were of Summer and the classmate with tears in there eyes. The pictures and notes were very fun to read. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is going to miss her teacher so much. She was such a great teacher. Really I will miss the school as well. This is Summer and her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Uj6Eq96mC4/TaZKg_pB8CI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/hiCQ8xY_LL0/s1600/DSC00059.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Uj6Eq96mC4/TaZKg_pB8CI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/hiCQ8xY_LL0/s400/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595241517754216482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to get a picture in front of the school entrance so we went back after all the kids had been let out so we could take one last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEbjcC3QtkA/TaZKgfaWSoI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/ZXjFC5ECX6U/s1600/DSC00065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEbjcC3QtkA/TaZKgfaWSoI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/ZXjFC5ECX6U/s400/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595241509102701186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now on to the actual move. We ended up with a 26' truck and we are glad we got it because anything smaller would not have worked. It is amazing how much we accumulated over 4 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer had a lot of fun with her good friends while the men packed everything up. Here they are teaching E. how to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7btgWsHA-w/TaZKfy7hQhI/AAAAAAAAB3A/jTFHSK_qP8A/s1600/DSCN0323.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7btgWsHA-w/TaZKfy7hQhI/AAAAAAAAB3A/jTFHSK_qP8A/s400/DSCN0323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595241497162236434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to all our friends who came to help us out. They worked hard and got it all packed within an hour. Way to go. We really could not have been so lucky to have all the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-V0e_DAFmM/TaZJdVNoB7I/AAAAAAAAB24/lt0UBrlIq68/s1600/DSCN0325.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-V0e_DAFmM/TaZJdVNoB7I/AAAAAAAAB24/lt0UBrlIq68/s400/DSCN0325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595240355313747890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On to the actual move. We headed out late afternoon on Saturday the 26th. We drove what we thought was a great route until Philip realized he packed the directions. So we just looked at a map and decided on our own. I think we ended up taking the scenic route. Summer was so exhausted and this is how she ended up sleeping most nights until we made it to a hotel. It looks very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM9Lk0vR_h4/TaZJdEtNzNI/AAAAAAAAB2w/MBt9VN4Fqqw/s1600/DSC00071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NM9Lk0vR_h4/TaZJdEtNzNI/AAAAAAAAB2w/MBt9VN4Fqqw/s400/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595240350882843858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not sure where we stayed the first night, but it was somewhere in Texas since the state is so huge. Our second night we stayed somewhere in New Mexico and the next morning as we started driving Summer finally saw what she was hoping to see. SNOW! She took many pictures of the snow and even asked if she could play in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YM9M8f7fkno/TaZJc0ksfeI/AAAAAAAAB2o/dly3VSPw_vw/s1600/DSC00138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YM9M8f7fkno/TaZJc0ksfeI/AAAAAAAAB2o/dly3VSPw_vw/s400/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595240346552139234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_6qCdcRLMU/TaZJcuyF8cI/AAAAAAAAB2g/G9nRMrFbNLI/s1600/DSC00101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b_6qCdcRLMU/TaZJcuyF8cI/AAAAAAAAB2g/G9nRMrFbNLI/s400/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595240344997720514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer taking more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfhqLCX0wA/TaZJcEI0QbI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/C5bJAOot2kk/s1600/DSC00142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YcfhqLCX0wA/TaZJcEI0QbI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/C5bJAOot2kk/s400/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595240333550305714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer and aunt Laurel. Having fun while we were stuck on the Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLK3Hf9Vt-E/TaZIVNrM0DI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/T_pLgTh4oBY/s1600/DSCN0334.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLK3Hf9Vt-E/TaZIVNrM0DI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/T_pLgTh4oBY/s400/DSCN0334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595239116339728434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we got to the top of the mountain and had to come to a complete stop. At first we were nervous because there is no way Philip would have been able to turn that huge truck around. Apparently there was an orange snow plow that was in front of us that had gotten stuck in the snow drift. They asked us for a shovel thinking with all the stuff we had in the Uhaul we had to have one. Little did they know we don't use snow shovels in Houston. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the snow plow got out and was able to clear the huge drift that was blocking the entire road. We were so lucky there was a snow plow up there or who knows how long we would have been at the top of that mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYDUAzfgCQo/TaZIU9_XVXI/AAAAAAAAB2I/7bvro7mbOB4/s1600/DSCN0331.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYDUAzfgCQo/TaZIU9_XVXI/AAAAAAAAB2I/7bvro7mbOB4/s400/DSCN0331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595239112129336690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally we were on the road again and we drove and drove. Reminds me a little bit of Dumb and Dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHeXbNKq7AU/TaZIUY-BYvI/AAAAAAAAB14/uvNXrJvF5ZU/s400/DSCN0336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595239102191592178" /&gt;When we saw the Utah sign we were all so happy and excited because that means we were almost half way finished with the drive. And the roads would become more familiar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5X1qGxwYiY/TaZIT1zhdHI/AAAAAAAAB1w/2l3f7mzFId4/s400/DSCN0341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595239092752315506" /&gt;This is in Moab. Really the scenery in Southern Utah is quite interesting. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7j6FMP8m7U/TaZIUgImeBI/AAAAAAAAB2A/ukpIrbJRprs/s1600/DSCN0342.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7j6FMP8m7U/TaZIUgImeBI/AAAAAAAAB2A/ukpIrbJRprs/s1600/DSCN0342.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7j6FMP8m7U/TaZIUgImeBI/AAAAAAAAB2A/ukpIrbJRprs/s400/DSCN0342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595239104115013650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess this is where we were just wishing we were there already and we stopped taking pictures. Anyhow, we finally made it on Wednesday March 30th. The border didn't take as long as we thought, however, it was more expensive than we thought it would be. We were just happy to finally be done driving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is the short version of the trip details. We will really miss Texas, as well as America. Fortunately we are about 25-30 minutes from the border. We will be visiting often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-7108048531865030140?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7108048531865030140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=7108048531865030140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7108048531865030140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7108048531865030140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving-and-whatnot.html' title='Moving and What Not'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9zQ3FmYhKA/TaZLNzfXLhI/AAAAAAAAB3o/TFlGbI8Xk9s/s72-c/DSCN0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-7805512846004512675</id><published>2011-03-20T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:33:45.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flight, A Wedding, and Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Langley, BC for a wedding last week and this was us on the longest flight of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFBYe3PhLmA/TYayRGljmgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/InpUa3MUmJM/s1600/DSCN0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFBYe3PhLmA/TYayRGljmgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/InpUa3MUmJM/s400/DSCN0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586348394695334402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was 9 hours on the same plane without getting off once. It was horrible. Our flight got canceled that morning and we got on a flight that was just a half an hour later, but it was also a 9 hour flight because of the stops it made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was action packed as well since on our way from Tulsa, OK to Phoenix a lady across from us got up to use the bathroom and passed out. They had to ask over the intercom for medical doctors in which there were 5 aboard the plane. It turns out she had low blood sugar or something. Anyways, I was glad she was safe and that there were so many people to assist her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally we arrived in Seattle only to learn that Summer's luggage was not there. We waited for it to come in on the next flight and received a voucher for our dilemma since Southwest won't ship luggage into Canada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so happy to be on the road and to finally arrive at grandma and grandpa Harvey's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday the 12th Philip's sister Leanne married Nathan. We look forward to getting to know him more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1jJ6XtNM_w/TYayQ_VUUSI/AAAAAAAAB1g/HsEq4UFjmKg/s1600/DSCN0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1jJ6XtNM_w/TYayQ_VUUSI/AAAAAAAAB1g/HsEq4UFjmKg/s400/DSCN0194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586348392748175650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the happy couple coming out of the temple. Look at them gleaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDVXuyTsT5E/TYayQpU9OZI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/pY6eqD3hpDk/s1600/DSCN0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDVXuyTsT5E/TYayQpU9OZI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/pY6eqD3hpDk/s400/DSCN0196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586348386841082258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We especially liked this photo of Nathan. Note: Don't hire Philip as your photographer unless you want some really candid photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RBP5rLPXJs/TYayQdLN0hI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/JE1MfwTSyh4/s1600/DSCN0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7RBP5rLPXJs/TYayQdLN0hI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/JE1MfwTSyh4/s400/DSCN0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586348383579001362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer and her cute little cousin Abby at the reception. I think they were eyeing the cake. At one point Summer brought me a rose and I knew she took it from the cake so of course I made her put it back. I wonder if they poked holes in the cake too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aiBuUGSzUYg/TYaxlloazMI/AAAAAAAAB1I/vKkeCuSVKqU/s1600/DSCN0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aiBuUGSzUYg/TYaxlloazMI/AAAAAAAAB1I/vKkeCuSVKqU/s400/DSCN0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347647114595522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made a couple trips to the USA to set up mail service and stuff. Summer sure had a lot of fun in the line up to enter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uxq0bABjvw/TYaxlfeVCHI/AAAAAAAAB1A/jDEEyrB0tHQ/s1600/DSCN0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uxq0bABjvw/TYaxlfeVCHI/AAAAAAAAB1A/jDEEyrB0tHQ/s400/DSCN0225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347645461661810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Philip and I on the other hand were wishing we had a Nexus pass. We waited about 40 minutes and I am sure that is nothing compared to other days when it is even more backed up. The American flag is just near the pine trees on the right in the far background of the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we got home we left the next night to San Antonio to see Bon Jovi in concert. Philip has always wanted to see Bon Jovi, so he finally got his chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LviVuVDoxtc/TYaxlIgYfKI/AAAAAAAAB04/raow0BrrWGc/s1600/DSCN0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LviVuVDoxtc/TYaxlIgYfKI/AAAAAAAAB04/raow0BrrWGc/s400/DSCN0254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347639296261282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure he won't be happy I posted this picture but oh well. This is him singing along with the crowd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMeTCdJBYes/TYaxk0lQTJI/AAAAAAAAB0w/mT5W_qCmYaI/s1600/DSCN0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HMeTCdJBYes/TYaxk0lQTJI/AAAAAAAAB0w/mT5W_qCmYaI/s400/DSCN0240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347633947987090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYOaHtQ2bW4/TYaxkq6HWKI/AAAAAAAAB0o/DT4kR45XLys/s1600/DSCN0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYOaHtQ2bW4/TYaxkq6HWKI/AAAAAAAAB0o/DT4kR45XLys/s400/DSCN0253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586347631351126178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must get a camera that takes distant pictures. All of my pictures are horrible and this is the best one it could muster. It was a lot of fun and we are super happy we had the opportunity to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all these awesome events March has gone by fast for us. We move on Saturday and I really hope we are ready by then. Anyways it was fun to enjoy some vacation moments before we take off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-7805512846004512675?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7805512846004512675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=7805512846004512675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7805512846004512675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7805512846004512675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/03/flight-wedding-and-bon-jovi.html' title='A Flight, A Wedding, and Bon Jovi'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFBYe3PhLmA/TYayRGljmgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/InpUa3MUmJM/s72-c/DSCN0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-5031403921874288253</id><published>2011-03-06T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:28:10.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmOtQ9fVemg/TXRAiAxAhEI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/ZvdTwccff8w/s400/DSCN0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581156791284171842" /&gt;It is nice to see Summer grabbing a stack of books and reading to herself. Today while I was making dinner she was doing something in the living room. I went out and found her reading and actually reading the words instead of making up the story. She has been able to read for a while now since she has been in kindergarten but she never really has tried just picking up a book and read it on her own just for fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even made herself a little faux beach to read at. I guess whatever it takes to get her to like reading. Unfortunately I was not a reader until just a few years ago, so I really hope she likes it much earlier than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkqhZ-0FXZM/TXRAilCGRyI/AAAAAAAAB0g/RBkIO4vWEbs/s1600/DSCN0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkqhZ-0FXZM/TXRAilCGRyI/AAAAAAAAB0g/RBkIO4vWEbs/s1600/DSCN0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkqhZ-0FXZM/TXRAilCGRyI/AAAAAAAAB0g/RBkIO4vWEbs/s400/DSCN0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581156801019528994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It sure is fun to watch her grow and learn new things. She loves school. One of the things they do at her school that I love is the reading buddy program. Older kids come in to her class every Friday and they get to help the kids in Summer's class read books. Summer loves her reading buddy and looks forward to reading with her on Fridays. I sure hope they have something like that in her new school. It is a great program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, now I need to grab a book and get reading. Any good recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-5031403921874288253?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5031403921874288253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=5031403921874288253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5031403921874288253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5031403921874288253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-little-reader.html' title='My Little Reader'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmOtQ9fVemg/TXRAiAxAhEI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/ZvdTwccff8w/s72-c/DSCN0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6223650124767536134</id><published>2011-03-03T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:37:11.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby #3 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I went to the doctor today for my second secondary ultrasound. Basically it is a really in depth ultrasound that lasts about 20 minutes compared to my other appointment ultrasounds that are more like 2-3 minutes. I am very blessed to be able to have so many ultrasounds and this one is no exception. I have been looking forward to it since my last one in January. However, at the same time I get nervous and intense as the doctor ask me all sorts of questions that make me wonder if something is wrong. The good news is that this baby is healthy. He weighs approximately 1 lb. 6 oz. Yay what a relief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Here is a 4D picture that he printed out for me in January when I was 16 weeks. This one is the best because most of his body is visible and I think he might have his thumb in his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uiFCASqLsT4/TXBoMGHsjVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Pa57id6ib7Q/s1600/Baby%2B3%2Bultrasound_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uiFCASqLsT4/TXBoMGHsjVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Pa57id6ib7Q/s400/Baby%2B3%2Bultrasound_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580074495322656082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This picture below was from today at 23 weeks. That is almost 6 months for those of you who don't go by weeks. Dr. K tried so hard to get a good picture, and after pushing on my belly for a long time he finally gave up and decide this was good enough. I was glad too because it wasn't comfortable and I am sure the baby was wishing he would stop poking at him. The picture is hard to make out, but if you look hard you will see his profile. He also has his hand and fingers covering his mouth and nose (the three white dots in the middle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBGRwTqchfs/TXBoL-n6f-I/AAAAAAAAB0I/9lK06CwyfyQ/s1600/Baby%2B3%2Bultrasound_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBGRwTqchfs/TXBoL-n6f-I/AAAAAAAAB0I/9lK06CwyfyQ/s400/Baby%2B3%2Bultrasound_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580074493310304226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;This one is just another profile picture, but without the hand on the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPKxa3Kmhc0/TXBoL9X-giI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Fcp2Muw3zOo/s1600/Baby%2B3%2Bultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPKxa3Kmhc0/TXBoL9X-giI/AAAAAAAAB0A/Fcp2Muw3zOo/s400/Baby%2B3%2Bultrasound.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580074492975022626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Like I said the earlier picture is way better because you can actually tell what you are looking at. Summer came home and looked at them today and she got it right off the bat. She said, "Mom, I can she his head." Philip on the other hand still can't make out anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyhow, we are super glad he is healthy and growing well. Now we just have to keep being patient until he finally gets here. We can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6223650124767536134?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6223650124767536134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6223650124767536134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6223650124767536134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6223650124767536134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-3-update.html' title='Baby #3 Update'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uiFCASqLsT4/TXBoMGHsjVI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Pa57id6ib7Q/s72-c/Baby%2B3%2Bultrasound_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-7270534896147313634</id><published>2011-02-21T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:09:17.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well our time here in Houston has come to a bittersweet end. Philip has accepted a job offer in Vancouver, British Columbia. We will be moving there at the end of March. It is so soon I can't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHROvumGPhk/TWMwC5EUbLI/AAAAAAAABzw/i6iX-YD9Q3U/s400/cba69821cbee9bd6dcae6b85954c5597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576353589851614386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are super sad to leave our friends here who have really become our family away from our family. We love them all so much and it will be hard to leave. There are also a lot of things I will really miss about Houston too. A few of them include our friends, Philip's co-workers, the zoo, Pappasitos, brisket because I don't think they sell it up North, the elementary school Summer' attends, her teacher of course, Brazo's Bend the alligator park, and the list goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although we are leaving these wonderful things we are also moving to a place with a lot of perks. The first being closer to family, and look in the picture below and tell me what you see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmB-qMcAFhQ/TWMv9SBBxTI/AAAAAAAABzo/1PP-NS4PxWo/s1600/butchart-gardens-picture-21141-541305.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv9Jmq3NW4w/TWMv81TwwpI/AAAAAAAABzQ/U55jngW2J1k/s400/vancouver-skyline_2671_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576353485763429010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, those are mountains in the distance. It is absolutely beautiful there. I will have to buy some rain boots to keep my feet and pants dry though. Although there will probably be an increase in spiders, I don't think I will see too many roaches or silverfish. Those I definitely will not miss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmB-qMcAFhQ/TWMv9SBBxTI/AAAAAAAABzo/1PP-NS4PxWo/s1600/butchart-gardens-picture-21141-541305.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qmB-qMcAFhQ/TWMv9SBBxTI/AAAAAAAABzo/1PP-NS4PxWo/s400/butchart-gardens-picture-21141-541305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576353493469480242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been to Vancouver several times since being married to Philip. Still I have not seen half of it. There are these amazing gardens I would love to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ffTJcPoOazw/TWMv84iC_8I/AAAAAAAABzg/QMsD111OPQ0/s400/canada-butchart-gardens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576353486628650946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad that won't be my back yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-auP9C0kKY/TWMv88pUIXI/AAAAAAAABzY/mY5eA6j5PW0/s400/vancouver-capilano_2655_600x450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576353487732875634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fun suspension bridges. I have been on one of them, but I am pretty sure it was not this one since this one looks really big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer will have to change schools two months before she will finish kindergarten, but I am sure she will do fine. We will also be having our 3rd baby 2 1/2 months after we move. I am a little nervous about that especially because I really like my doctor here. He was the one that delivered Scott and knows all about the high risk stuff for me during pregnancy. It will work out and I will find a doctor who is capable of delivering a healthy baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Clearly moving to Canada might have some influence on my kids. I am sure they will have a Canadian accent and when we visit the States people will point it out to them. I wonder if Philip will get some of his back. Although we will be in Canada I we will always have American/Canadian pride in our home. I am going to have to invest in some American History books so I can make sure my kids know that stuff since it is part of who they are. We will definitely be waving the grand old flag at our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4TBvekN-5k/TWM2qyVJhjI/AAAAAAAABz4/8svrbKE3OFw/s400/american_flag-971804.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576360872307689010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We look forward to this new chapter in our lives. Anyhow, if anyone ever wants to come and visit this wonderful place please feel free to come. You will have so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QPOSYxzcJQ/TWMv8gkXOEI/AAAAAAAABzI/TiDO-RVPOEY/s1600/fall-in-vancouver_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QPOSYxzcJQ/TWMv8gkXOEI/AAAAAAAABzI/TiDO-RVPOEY/s400/fall-in-vancouver_41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576353480195913794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-7270534896147313634?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7270534896147313634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=7270534896147313634' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7270534896147313634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7270534896147313634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/02/bittersweet-move.html' title='Bittersweet Move'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHROvumGPhk/TWMwC5EUbLI/AAAAAAAABzw/i6iX-YD9Q3U/s72-c/cba69821cbee9bd6dcae6b85954c5597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6111918711103923356</id><published>2011-01-06T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:50:33.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOY! We're Excited for Baby #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, we are excited to finally announce that we are having another baby. Baby number three is on its way and due to arrive June 26th, 2011. Since it will be a scheduled c-section it will most likely come a week or two early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSaJA_iVJ2I/AAAAAAAABy4/XtzD9cQxMrQ/s1600/DSCN0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSaJA_iVJ2I/AAAAAAAABy4/XtzD9cQxMrQ/s400/DSCN0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559281440183887714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we found out we are having a boy. Phil about jumped out of the seat and jumped up and down with excitement. On the other hand I am just thankful that the baby seams to be healthy. Since Summer was at school and was not allowed to come to this special visit to the doctor we wanted to make it fun and special for her. I went to the cupcake shop and got the most boyish one I could find. It had blue green frosting on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSaJAgzDAqI/AAAAAAAAByw/aDLsNNCyBIY/s1600/DSCN0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSaJAgzDAqI/AAAAAAAAByw/aDLsNNCyBIY/s400/DSCN0074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559281431932502690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I decorated the inside of the box like this and we told her that she could open the box to find out if she was going to get a sister (that's what she really wanted) or a brother. When she opened the box she was so excited by the cupcake that either a brother or sister was fine with her. She just wanted that cupcake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at a special doctor today to have a secondary ultrasound to make sure everything is going well with the baby. Right off the bat the doctor said the baby does not have Anencephaly. We are so thankful. I can't even put into words what a relief that is. Then he checked the spine and everything else. He said for 16 weeks along everything looks fine and is going well, but he wants to see me in 8 weeks just to make sure of everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I will fully relax and feel relieved until the baby is born. I am so thankful for good doctors who really truly care. It is so amazing to enjoy the medical advances that we do today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been waiting so long for this to finally be real, and we are so excited. The experience we had with Scott was very spiritual and enlightening. However, it was also the most difficult thing I have ever had to go through. I am so thankful that we don't have to experience that difficult ride this time. We love our son Scott, and feel that he will be happy and excited to have a baby brother and a growing family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can go ahead and finally buy baby clothes and items again. I am sure Phil will love that. Actually he probably will since it will be boy stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I don't think there is anything more exciting than having more children. They are a blessing in a way I never imagined. I sure do love mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6111918711103923356?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6111918711103923356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6111918711103923356' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6111918711103923356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6111918711103923356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/01/boy-were-excited-for-baby-3.html' title='BOY! We&apos;re Excited for Baby #3'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSaJA_iVJ2I/AAAAAAAABy4/XtzD9cQxMrQ/s72-c/DSCN0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-2040016189226171825</id><published>2011-01-06T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:05:32.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been such a procrastinator with posting on my blog. So much has happened, and finally I am going to update mostly with pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSaAGQhjHKI/AAAAAAAAByo/e13PJw2SEAY/s1600/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSaAGQhjHKI/AAAAAAAAByo/e13PJw2SEAY/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559271635038706850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Laurel and Uncle Aaron came to visit us over Christmas from Vancouver, BC. It sure was nice to have family in town for the holiday. They were so nice too because they played a lot with Summer and inspired me to try a little harder to play with her more often. Here they are having a picnic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_0n3msvI/AAAAAAAAByg/AZiOJIjxW6k/s1600/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_0n3msvI/AAAAAAAAByg/AZiOJIjxW6k/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559271332067586802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decorating sugar cookies with the family and the missionaries. Well, the missionaries stopped by to share a quick message and we gave them several of our sugar cookies because we had a ton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_0a-C7AI/AAAAAAAAByY/XFNsfm_2HI8/s1600/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_0a-C7AI/AAAAAAAAByY/XFNsfm_2HI8/s400/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559271328604941314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer loved decorating. She loved putting a ton of frosting on each cookie. She was very particular making sure to get a little or a lot of each and every color on the cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_0KtrjqI/AAAAAAAAByQ/3-CuO5G_YRU/s1600/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_0KtrjqI/AAAAAAAAByQ/3-CuO5G_YRU/s400/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559271324241333922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I took a picture of the one she put so much frosting on that it turned brown with all the color mixing. It was fun to see her enjoy it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_zzy3gvI/AAAAAAAAByI/Q8Sj6WMKVDk/s1600/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_zzy3gvI/AAAAAAAAByI/Q8Sj6WMKVDk/s400/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559271318089073394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the heap of frosting with the tiny cookie underneath. Her shirt enjoyed it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_ztmQmlI/AAAAAAAAByA/dxKXAiCP9rc/s1600/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_ztmQmlI/AAAAAAAAByA/dxKXAiCP9rc/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559271316425579090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve we went to the Houston Zoo to see the new African Forest that opened a few weeks prior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_P0kpr8I/AAAAAAAABx4/rK5pxWHYpcU/s1600/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_P0kpr8I/AAAAAAAABx4/rK5pxWHYpcU/s400/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270699822591938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer and Aunt Laurel banging on the conga drums. We also saw several chimps as well as rhinos. I could go and sit at the zoo in front of the chimps or the aragutan and just watch for a long time. They are definitely the most playful animals at the zoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_PpiZ65I/AAAAAAAABxw/KRh8NrUSrG8/s1600/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_PpiZ65I/AAAAAAAABxw/KRh8NrUSrG8/s400/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270696860380050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is not part of the African Forest since they are Asian elephants. The babies are so adorable. I love to go watch them play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_PF-zvuI/AAAAAAAABxo/QGaQCe1WlAo/s1600/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_PF-zvuI/AAAAAAAABxo/QGaQCe1WlAo/s400/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270687315836642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phil's family has a tradition of tacos for Christmas eve dinner. I decided we should go to Papasitos to keep the tradition and share some of our favorite food here in Houston. I am really going to miss this place when we eventually move. Oh yeah, these to men came to our table and serenaded us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_OSKNUdI/AAAAAAAABxg/TWGxhWxWfig/s1600/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_OSKNUdI/AAAAAAAABxg/TWGxhWxWfig/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270673405006290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning I had to take a classic picture of Summer coming down the stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_NwI1ZrI/AAAAAAAABxY/ndKUHn9gVlg/s1600/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ_NwI1ZrI/AAAAAAAABxY/ndKUHn9gVlg/s400/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270664272438962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer finding a note from Santa and the cookies and milk missing. She was so excited to see them gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-bXexe-I/AAAAAAAABxQ/jz6q_AEpnTU/s1600/DSCN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-bXexe-I/AAAAAAAABxQ/jz6q_AEpnTU/s400/DSCN0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559269798660111330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off her new pajamas and slippers. I hope it gets cold here so she can wear them a few more times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-a-IrYVI/AAAAAAAABxA/vfTfoygidJA/s400/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559269791856550226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All she really wanted Santa to bring her was a big girl doll like the American Girl doll her older cousin has. Well Santa did deliver on her wish, however, he went the inexpensive route which is a good thing because I predict some massive tangles coming on in all that hair of hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-bOyPl_I/AAAAAAAABxI/zllj_YXrfLk/s1600/DSCN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-bOyPl_I/AAAAAAAABxI/zllj_YXrfLk/s1600/DSCN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-bOyPl_I/AAAAAAAABxI/zllj_YXrfLk/s400/DSCN0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559269796325857266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is with her doll. Since Santa told me what he planned to bring her I went ahead and made these pajamas, slippers, and a dress for her doll. She loves it and sleeps with her every night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-ar4_RdI/AAAAAAAABw4/F_f0pmN7ZYs/s1600/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-ar4_RdI/AAAAAAAABw4/F_f0pmN7ZYs/s400/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559269786958906834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phil getting his lego on. He loves lego especially the Star Wars versions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-aZSp4CI/AAAAAAAABww/Adqpv9fw-Ag/s1600/DSCN0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSZ-aZSp4CI/AAAAAAAABww/Adqpv9fw-Ag/s400/DSCN0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559269781966282786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the final days of their stay Aunt Laurel was nice enough to give Summer a pedicure. She even made it fun by pretending they were at a real salon and explained the whole process to her. Maybe I should have Summer give one to me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, we had a lot of fun having family here and enjoying Christmas festivities. We are so thankful for our Savior Jesus Christ and for the blessing it is to know the true meaning of Christmas. We hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and enjoy a new year filled with happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-2040016189226171825?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2040016189226171825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=2040016189226171825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2040016189226171825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2040016189226171825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TSaAGQhjHKI/AAAAAAAAByo/e13PJw2SEAY/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6301431025752309247</id><published>2010-12-14T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:20:07.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bootie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TQgeH5Ac9qI/AAAAAAAABwY/69anR9xzaSM/s400/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550719661644773026" /&gt;Just after coming back from vacation to Idaho Summer was playing dress up in her room. I was so excited because she hasn't played in her room for a while. I was even more happy when she came downstairs wearing this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help laughing. I think she wondered why I was, but it was just too cute. She said she couldn't get the tutu off so she just put the skirt on top. I told her she looked like the ladies in the olden days when they wore those big things to make their hips look bigger. Similar to the one in this picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TQgjgGx-MxI/AAAAAAAABwg/oQNya12N8ug/s400/45_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550725575217132306" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TQgeHTSv_BI/AAAAAAAABwQ/YrL6Skjzyuk/s1600/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TQgeHTSv_BI/AAAAAAAABwQ/YrL6Skjzyuk/s400/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550719651520969746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it! It is my favorite dress up she has come up with so far. She loves everything girl. In fact the other day Philip mentioned to us that when aunt Laurel and uncle Aaron come to visit that we can't take them shopping because neither of them like shopping. So the next day Summer and I were talking about them coming in a couple weeks. I mentioned that maybe they might like to decorate cookies when they come. She said, "well we can't take them shopping because they don't like shopping. I don't know why aunt Laurel doesn't like shopping because of course all girls love to shop." When she said that I laughed and thought of Philip. He has already been bracing himself for the teenage Summer asking for daddy to give her money to go shopping. What she doesn't realize yet is that daddy isn't that easy to get it from. She is going to have to work hard for those shoes, purses, and accessories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to have fun moments like these to make life a little less serious as we sometimes get. Having one is a blast, but having more will be even better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6301431025752309247?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6301431025752309247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6301431025752309247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6301431025752309247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6301431025752309247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-bootie.html' title='Big Bootie'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TQgeH5Ac9qI/AAAAAAAABwY/69anR9xzaSM/s72-c/DSC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-5257811778647702976</id><published>2010-12-03T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:27:24.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art by Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVhSfN16I/AAAAAAAABwI/_-KUA38q0a8/s1600/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVhSfN16I/AAAAAAAABwI/_-KUA38q0a8/s400/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546628815214466978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been saving a few of Summer's art and letters that she has been making for me. I have so many that unfortunately I have to throw several away. Here are a few of my favorites that I did decide to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVgx-ETPI/AAAAAAAABwA/zn18bKdkb0A/s1600/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVgx-ETPI/AAAAAAAABwA/zn18bKdkb0A/s400/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546628806485495026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately Summer has been enjoying writing letters. She writes several every day and usually all on her own. This letter was one I found in her room when I went to check on her before I went to bed. She had gotten her blankets taken away for some reason I don't recall. She got out of bed, made herself a bed right next to the night light, and wrote this letter which I found next to her fast asleep. My translation of it is "You said that I can have my blankies back. I just want you to give them to me. But I love you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just smiled so big when I found this that I laid her back in her bed and put her blankets next to her. It is fun to see her learning to read and write. I love getting little notes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVgQkJKgI/AAAAAAAABv4/pGfz896gulA/s1600/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVgQkJKgI/AAAAAAAABv4/pGfz896gulA/s400/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546628797518391810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She brought me this picture and asked if I liked it. I was actually quite amazed that she came up with it all on her own. My favorite part is the possum hanging upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVgGcqxhI/AAAAAAAABvw/Auxa-yCcNI8/s1600/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVgGcqxhI/AAAAAAAABvw/Auxa-yCcNI8/s400/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546628794802685458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rough translation: "I love you and can't wait till we have another baby. I am waiting for a baby." I guess she really really wants someone to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVfXUXzAI/AAAAAAAABvo/lPDLA3fbZHY/s1600/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVfXUXzAI/AAAAAAAABvo/lPDLA3fbZHY/s400/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546628782151420930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't recall what she told me this is. I think a dinosaur or an Elephant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, it is little things like this that make being a mom so fun, exciting, and rewarding. I am so blessed to have such a happy little girl. I love her so much, and I do look forward to receiving many more notes and pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-5257811778647702976?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5257811778647702976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=5257811778647702976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5257811778647702976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5257811778647702976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/12/art-by-summer.html' title='Art by Summer'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TPmVhSfN16I/AAAAAAAABwI/_-KUA38q0a8/s72-c/Summer%2527s%2BDrawings_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-5958689723048772241</id><published>2010-10-31T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:56:39.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4YuGFsioI/AAAAAAAABvI/BRrqOXg5IcI/s400/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388172272470658" /&gt;This year has really been an extravaganza. We have had so many Halloween activities that it just seemed to go on forever. We started out at the Nature Discovery Center pumpkin patch. It was fun, and Summer enjoyed all the pumpkins. Since Philip was at home studying I only had her pick out a small pumpkin so we could get the others as a family. Unfortunately we never did get more pumpkins. I just put it off too long I guess. It is not like Idaho where they freeze to death and in January you can still discover nicely carved pumpkins that some people didn't bother throwing away. Here they rot really fast, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4ZCbb-rbI/AAAAAAAABvQ/V86iX-vRmEE/s400/Nov+22,+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388521600462258" /&gt;Summer wanted to be Hannah Montana this year for Halloween. So she picked this picture of her and said she wanted it like that. So this is our version of Hannah Montana. She had fun bedazzling her microphone. On the other hand I had a lot of work on my hands since I could not find a white denim jacket or a jacket pattern for that matter. I had to just wing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4YtllWqQI/AAAAAAAABu4/b9hfGXyYbuY/s400/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388163546884354" /&gt;Here she is receiving her sparkle pumpkin award for the costume contest at the YMCA for ages 5-8 or 9 I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4Yt9Ou5OI/AAAAAAAABvA/EZFpnPGbT9o/s400/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388169894454498" /&gt;The YMCA was a lot of fun this year. They have all sorts of games and prizes, painting pumkins, a silly haunted house, and of course camel rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4YtLdXOnI/AAAAAAAABuw/Tof7q7rI7Rs/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388156534045298" /&gt;Summer and daddy enjoying a quick camel ride that they waited in line for at least 45 minutes to ride. I think it was worth it to them. A camel of all animals to ride for Halloween. They had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4VIsXTQPI/AAAAAAAABuo/1olmV0EfZ7c/s400/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534384231176945906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4VIZrPYgI/AAAAAAAABug/XrzSS8UHxcA/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534384226160304642" /&gt;The Friday before Halloween Summer's class had a short little Halloween activity with cookies, and goodie bags. They had fun dancing around and enjoying the celebration. It is always nice to see Summer interacting with kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4VHq5GwAI/AAAAAAAABuQ/JR88K-Lsm08/s400/DSC09994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534384213601992706" /&gt;That same day we went to another party that some friends were hosting. I decided to try making homemade donuts for the first time. They turned out yummy and I am so glad that everyone ate them so I didn't have to bring any home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4VH5uaU0I/AAAAAAAABuY/ChvkquhnJyU/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534384217583670082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4T9EzJxGI/AAAAAAAABuA/rN77R-DFDS4/s400/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534382932066157666" /&gt;Finally on Saturday the 30th we went to our ward's trunk-or-treat. Summer enjoyed walking around with her dad while I passed out candy to a ton of kids. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4VHb8gocI/AAAAAAAABuI/RBgk5J17lBU/s1600/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4VHb8gocI/AAAAAAAABuI/RBgk5J17lBU/s1600/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4VHb8gocI/AAAAAAAABuI/RBgk5J17lBU/s400/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534384209589739970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer sure does love these girls. She had a blast playing with all of her friends and of course eating too much candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4T83Sz_-I/AAAAAAAABt4/Avlyyma_fww/s1600/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4T83Sz_-I/AAAAAAAABt4/Avlyyma_fww/s400/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534382928440852450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philip finally wore this Asian outfit he bought in High School. I have been trying to get him to get some use out of it every Halloween since we have been married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4T8W0VylI/AAAAAAAABto/YGx2XrIkahA/s1600/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4T8W0VylI/AAAAAAAABto/YGx2XrIkahA/s400/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534382919723108946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pumpkin carving of the two small pumpkins we did end up with didn't happen until tonight. Summer was so excited to carve one, so I guess we will be those funny people that leave their Halloween decorations out for a few extra days. Unfortunately we didn't even have a tea light candle to put in. I did stick the lighter in for a minute so she could see what it would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4T8MrVSGI/AAAAAAAABtg/t5da_wb1TzA/s1600/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4T8MrVSGI/AAAAAAAABtg/t5da_wb1TzA/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534382917000972386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next year I am going all out on the pumpkins because it is such a fun tradition for the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Halloween was very eventful and tiring at the same time. I am glad we had fun, but I 'm also glad it is over. I hope everyone had a great Holiday and enjoyed some festivities as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-5958689723048772241?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5958689723048772241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=5958689723048772241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5958689723048772241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5958689723048772241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-extravaganza.html' title='Halloween Extravaganza'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TM4YuGFsioI/AAAAAAAABvI/BRrqOXg5IcI/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3247270813707884979</id><published>2010-10-26T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:16:02.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Mash  and FHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was my turn for FHE tonight, so I thought I would make it spooktacular for Halloween week. I love Halloween, and it is one of my favorite holiday's because there is so much fun surrounding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TMbuNiWsfYI/AAAAAAAABtQ/yX5SHdoGYj8/s400/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532371108598939010" /&gt;We started off with a simple monster mash dinner. I was going to make shepherd's  pie for dinner anyways, so I just added a little green color to the potatoes to make them the bright green. Although slightly unappetizing to eat because of the color it still tasted quite good. Of course the color of green potatoes might deter some folks we had fun with it. Philip wasn't sure about taking the left overs to work though. I think he might be a little embarrassed to show his co-workers that he is eating bright green mashed potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TMbuN_Ah3GI/AAAAAAAABtY/WtfMFaOKKhE/s1600/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TMbuN_Ah3GI/AAAAAAAABtY/WtfMFaOKKhE/s1600/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TMbuN_Ah3GI/AAAAAAAABtY/WtfMFaOKKhE/s400/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532371116290595938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For family home evening I found a really simple and cute lesson &lt;a href="http://www.sugardoodle.net/joomla/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=5242&amp;amp;Itemid=200041"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; called the three naughty ghosts. Then I went &lt;a href="http://www.dltk-cards.com/bingo/bingo1.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to print out boo bingo which was easy and fun. That website is great because you can customize any type of bingo theme you want. After you print your first bingo card you can just click on the bingo card button and it will randomly produce a different bingo card. It took me about 5 minutes to get it all set up and get 5 different cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the treat we had no bake cookies which Summer decided to call mud pies. It was sure was fun, and I look forward to the fun festivities of Halloween this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-3247270813707884979?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3247270813707884979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3247270813707884979' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3247270813707884979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3247270813707884979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/10/monster-mash-and-fhe.html' title='Monster Mash  and FHE'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TMbuNiWsfYI/AAAAAAAABtQ/yX5SHdoGYj8/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-7131406250957459757</id><published>2010-10-17T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:06:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Visit to the Houston Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugTmXSW7I/AAAAAAAABso/XFoeYlb1i9M/s1600/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugTmXSW7I/AAAAAAAABso/XFoeYlb1i9M/s400/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529189226103593906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been wanting to take Summer to see the Houston temple for some time now. It is a great opportunity for her to walk around the temple grounds. The beauty, and spirit present at the temple is something that can be enjoyed and felt from inside and out.  So, we wanted her to experience it a little bit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugTQQJ5fI/AAAAAAAABsg/2Qkac0ZJ-N0/s1600/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugTQQJ5fI/AAAAAAAABsg/2Qkac0ZJ-N0/s400/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529189220168099314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had a lot of fun walking around asking questions, and finding special things to see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugS4xTGHI/AAAAAAAABsY/rSKs5sD1Fzs/s1600/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugS4xTGHI/AAAAAAAABsY/rSKs5sD1Fzs/s400/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529189213864663154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Philip went inside Summer and I sat at this fountain located at the front entrance. It was quiet and peaceful like it always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugDSBDzQI/AAAAAAAABsQ/JEsLoiW6qkY/s1600/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugDSBDzQI/AAAAAAAABsQ/JEsLoiW6qkY/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529188945763749122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugDDoWG8I/AAAAAAAABsI/xtuAktx945I/s1600/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugDDoWG8I/AAAAAAAABsI/xtuAktx945I/s400/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529188941901994946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I went in Philip sat at this fountain and helped her write in her journal. She also drew some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugCcT75xI/AAAAAAAABsA/wkHbt5GR-0M/s1600/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugCcT75xI/AAAAAAAABsA/wkHbt5GR-0M/s400/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529188931347408658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is pointing to one of the special things she saw while we were there. This is the date the temple was erected in 2000 engraved in the temple stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugCBrP2XI/AAAAAAAABr4/1Ej2RTkL0B8/s1600/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugCBrP2XI/AAAAAAAABr4/1Ej2RTkL0B8/s400/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529188924197427570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course she loved the flowers the most. she enjoyed smelling them and just seeing how nicely taken care of they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugBYDj_FI/AAAAAAAABrw/zzzSvfNCBm8/s1600/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugBYDj_FI/AAAAAAAABrw/zzzSvfNCBm8/s400/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529188913025121362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This October 2010 &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;vgnextoid=a6246a008952b010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;Ensign&lt;/a&gt; is entirely devoted to learning about the temple. It is such a nice issue that has several pictures of the beautiful &lt;a href="http://lds.org/temples/geographical/0,11380,1899-1,00.html"&gt;temples&lt;/a&gt; throughout the world. There are also several talks about temples and the preparation for entering the temple. A short section is directed for children called &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=986b6ec05455b210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;"Your Path to the Temple"&lt;/a&gt; it was a great resource for us to encourage us to take Summer to see the temple. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She counted on her fingers how long it would be until she can go inside. She is really excited and looking forward to it. At least for now, we can take her and help her to feel the spirit that is even present on the temple grounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad that we all got the opportunity to go. It was nice to spend time as a family doing something that makes us feel good inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-7131406250957459757?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/7131406250957459757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=7131406250957459757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7131406250957459757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/7131406250957459757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/10/summers-visit-to-houston-temple.html' title='Summer&apos;s Visit to the Houston Temple'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TLugTmXSW7I/AAAAAAAABso/XFoeYlb1i9M/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-4961393922079298617</id><published>2010-09-26T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:49:50.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Grandma and Grandpa Harvey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have been counting down the days for Summer to start kindergarten because shortly after that we would get some of the best visitors.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally that day came, and we got to pick grandma and grandpa Harvey from the airport. Summer was so excited that she even made a big welcome sign. Unfortunately we got caught in bad construction traffic, and didn't make it there before their plane landed. So, it was more like we ran up to them with the sign instead of the other way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ__grQVd0I/AAAAAAAABro/-BYH_gtLkQ8/s1600/DSC09947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ__grQVd0I/AAAAAAAABro/-BYH_gtLkQ8/s400/DSC09947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521412605011654466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday night Philip was lucky enough to score some super awesome Astro's tickets from work. These were not just any seats. They were on the 6th row right behind the catcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ__gbW266I/AAAAAAAABrg/fs7s5D_AgEs/s1600/DSC09946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ__gbW266I/AAAAAAAABrg/fs7s5D_AgEs/s400/DSC09946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521412600744045474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To top it off it was all inclusive with a southern BBQ dinner and anything else they wanted to eat or snack on. They had a lot of fun. Mary, and I found them on TV so that was fun. I think this was a huge highlight for Philip, and his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ__gNmX5NI/AAAAAAAABrY/OdihszjNuIU/s1600/DSC09956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ__gNmX5NI/AAAAAAAABrY/OdihszjNuIU/s400/DSC09956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521412597051024594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Summer was showing grandma and grandpa all the swimming techniques she has been learning at swim lessons. What we didn't know is that grandpa Harvey is a fast swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-o15mFhI/AAAAAAAABrQ/UmckL_R_J9M/s1600/DSC09970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-o15mFhI/AAAAAAAABrQ/UmckL_R_J9M/s400/DSC09970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521411645796390418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa was so excited to go to school with Summer on Grandparents Day. I think he fits right in. He loved being there with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-obFghxI/AAAAAAAABrI/tIBNtS-Ir1o/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-obFghxI/AAAAAAAABrI/tIBNtS-Ir1o/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521411638598600466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma got to be one of the mystery readers that day. It was really fun so see her read to Summer's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-oCmxq4I/AAAAAAAABrA/LBSiGDSSIs0/s1600/DSC09993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-oCmxq4I/AAAAAAAABrA/LBSiGDSSIs0/s400/DSC09993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521411632027249538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandparents day was also the day of the school elections. It was really funny to hear all of the kids running for office make their speeches. I think this might be Summer's first school assembly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-n04XC_I/AAAAAAAABq4/xhn96GypEJg/s1600/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-n04XC_I/AAAAAAAABq4/xhn96GypEJg/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521411628342905842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course they had Grandparent Day photos in the courtyard of the school with onlookers from the window. This will be nice to have because we don't have many pictures with grandma, and grandpa Harvey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-nprxaDI/AAAAAAAABqw/RyR1xp75bh4/s1600/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_-nprxaDI/AAAAAAAABqw/RyR1xp75bh4/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521411625337317426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are eating school lunch. Yummy! Summer enjoyed having us there at school with her. Going to school with Summer was definitely the highlight for grandma and grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_95KiapbI/AAAAAAAABqo/uot8S6KH3vQ/s1600/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_94WkxhCI/AAAAAAAABqQ/grptOW4qkzA/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521410812753839138" /&gt;After school we went to the zoo. This was the first time I have watched the lions being fed. It was pretty interesting. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_940Bi8CI/AAAAAAAABqg/UxUQHvTSZ2M/s1600/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_940Bi8CI/AAAAAAAABqg/UxUQHvTSZ2M/s1600/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_940Bi8CI/AAAAAAAABqg/UxUQHvTSZ2M/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521410820659146786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To finish up our visit with grandma, and grandpa we went to San Antonio, and also to San Marcus to go shopping at the largest outlet mall I have ever seen. While we were at a department store I found Philip giving Summer a make over. She was in heaven since she is always asking when she can wear makeup. I am surprised Philip let her have it on in public, but I guess it was almost bed time. He is really good to her, and loves doing fun things like this, and daddy daughter dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_94jVJe9I/AAAAAAAABqY/WBqQ1rr8cnI/s1600/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_94jVJe9I/AAAAAAAABqY/WBqQ1rr8cnI/s400/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521410816177961938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma, and Grandpa Harvey in San Antonio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_94JYXKTI/AAAAAAAABqI/FMGRlgTphLQ/s1600/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ_94JYXKTI/AAAAAAAABqI/FMGRlgTphLQ/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521410809212119346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer knows that Grandma Harvey is a huge lover of chocolate. She even remembers that grandma has a stash hiding in the house. I think she even knows the spot it is located. Anyhow, Summer was talking to grandma on the phone about chocolate one day, and the conversation was quite long. The conversation went something like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Grandma, do you like chocolate milk?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma: "No, I don't like it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer (with a puzzled look on her face): "Well do you like milk?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma: "Oh I love milk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Well if you love milk, and you love chocolate they why don't you like chocolate milk?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To this day she is still stumped about that. She just doesn't understand that if you like both milk, and chocolate why you would not like chocolate milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since we knew that grandma loves chocolate we were thrilled to take her to the Chocolate Bar. I love the place and think it is a great place to go have a desert, or a piece of chocolate. We had fun, but I don't think grandma was impressed by the place. I guess when you have yummy chocolate all the time the American versions are just not quite as good. It was still fun, and we enjoyed being together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so nice to have family here, and we are always sad when they leave. This was the first time that it really hit Summer. She cried for about 15 minutes after we dropped them off at the airport. It is just so hard living so far from family. However, it is nice to know that we have such great friends here that are like our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-4961393922079298617?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4961393922079298617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=4961393922079298617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4961393922079298617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4961393922079298617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/09/fun-with-grandma-and-grandpa-harvey.html' title='Fun With Grandma and Grandpa Harvey'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TJ__grQVd0I/AAAAAAAABro/-BYH_gtLkQ8/s72-c/DSC09947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6165547300062024270</id><published>2010-08-27T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T07:05:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/THfA-c06EHI/AAAAAAAABns/NEzkn9fSDW0/s400/DSC09869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510084848233615474" /&gt;Summer started her first day of kindergarten on Monday the 23rd. She was so excited to go to school and stay long enough to eat lunch there. Here kindergarten is from 8:00 am-2:40 pm every day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being from a little town in Idaho I was not really use to this whole idea of them being gone all day. However, we really have no choice, and I am sure I will get use to being by myself all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/THfA-w8cRpI/AAAAAAAABn0/SL_cNDJAvUY/s400/DSC09863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510084853633926802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her first day of school started out to my surprise with breakfast in bed made by her dad. I thought it was so sweet of him to think of that. I had a hard enough time getting myself out of bed that breakfast in bed was not on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/THfA_HVqnHI/AAAAAAAABn8/Zy6VIH_jZsE/s400/DSC09866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510084859645303922" /&gt;After getting ready for school we went outside and took the classic first day of school pictures. She is showing off her princess back pack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/THfA_s0W-II/AAAAAAAABoE/O2hxjTcbfw0/s400/DSC09874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510084869706152066" /&gt;Here she is in her class. She sits in the red chair behind her, but she was heading to put her backpack away. While watching her I got a little teary eyed. I will admit I was a little emotional and sad to see her grown up to this stage of life so soon. Good thing I had to park far away from the school because it gave me a few extra minutes to compose myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/THfA_834AQI/AAAAAAAABoM/ptUInFLZWUk/s400/DSC09876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510084874015867138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After school I went straight to the car line up to pick her up. I was a little worried because we were not really given information or instruction on how to take/pick up our kids. It worked out just fine though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After she got in the car I asked how her day went. She didn't really respond too much. When I asked her what she did at school she said nothing. I think she really must have been tired and in shock from being gone all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later that evening she told me she didn't want to go back to school the next day. If any of you know how attached she can be you would know that I was a little worried when she said this. I thought oh no, am I going to have to drag her in while she is holding on to my leg not willing to let go? I quickly responded and encouraged her that school is fun, and that she has to learn to get use to it because she will be going for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily she was excited to go back the next morning. I think she just needed some sleep. She is now enjoying school and tells me at least two things she did during the day. Hopefully she will start telling me a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She has been asking me if she could have hot lunch all week long. I kept telling her that on Friday's I will let her have hot lunch. Finally last night after reviewing the menu I realized that every Friday they have fish of some sort. She is a very picky eater, and I know that fish will not go over well. So, I need to let her pick which day going forward. It is funny to me that she is so anxious to have hot lunch. I remember as a kid we always had hot lunch, and only got a cold packed lunch on a field trip, field day, or a party day where it was required. It was such a special thing for us to bring a cold lunch, and I always looked forward to the few days I had one. I guess we all look forward to the things we get the least even if it is sick hot lunch from a school cafeteria. So, today is her hot lunch day and luckily besides fish sticks they are serving chili and cornbread which she does like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I am over the fact that she is no longer at home with me all day. So, I look forward to this new school year, and the fun events/memories that will take place along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6165547300062024270?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6165547300062024270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6165547300062024270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6165547300062024270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6165547300062024270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/THfA-c06EHI/AAAAAAAABns/NEzkn9fSDW0/s72-c/DSC09869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-8817799147457567441</id><published>2010-08-15T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:43:04.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade! Get Your Lemonade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgytWWvHQI/AAAAAAAABnM/nlqEKu2OOuk/s1600/DSC00016_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgytWWvHQI/AAAAAAAABnM/nlqEKu2OOuk/s400/DSC00016_6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505706299136875778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago I made this table cover for Summer to do a lemonade stand. Unfortunately it rained for the next two weeks here, and then I just kept putting it off. Finally we went ahead and set up her stand for business on Thursday. We went out around 4:50 just when people started coming home from work. Since we still live in a complex we went near the mail boxes and set up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgys7_5_UI/AAAAAAAABnE/daSw0K4qBPw/s1600/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgys7_5_UI/AAAAAAAABnE/daSw0K4qBPw/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505706292061797698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer was so excited to finally get a chance to sell some lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgystBfwRI/AAAAAAAABm8/j-bQedBPqrY/s1600/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgystBfwRI/AAAAAAAABm8/j-bQedBPqrY/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505706288041935122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is in action. She held up the sign and waved it around. She also sold cookies that were pretty much melting in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgysDyLcJI/AAAAAAAABm0/bNvJIEAJRx0/s1600/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgysDyLcJI/AAAAAAAABm0/bNvJIEAJRx0/s400/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505706276971835538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After about 10 minutes of being out there she decided it was pretty hot. So she had some lemonade and said that helped to cool her down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People were so generous and nice to such a cute little girl. Several people bought a cup of lemonade and left her and extra .50 cents to $1.00 for her hard work. The only person who had a problem with it was the guard who said that I should get permission from the HOA. I didn't realize that it would be a problem for little kids to have a little lemonade stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a lot of fun, and that is what matters. She is learning to work, earn, and have fun. The only big problem about having a lemonade stand in Houston is the location of the stand. I guess I didn't look hard enough, because I set our chairs up right over a bunch of fire ants. We both got attacked, and that is when we hauled everything in and went home. She did sell all of her lemonade and most of the cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say it was a successful day of lemonade drinking and selling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-8817799147457567441?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8817799147457567441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=8817799147457567441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8817799147457567441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8817799147457567441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/08/lemonade-get-your-lemonade.html' title='Lemonade! Get Your Lemonade!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgytWWvHQI/AAAAAAAABnM/nlqEKu2OOuk/s72-c/DSC00016_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-1752737604480648758</id><published>2010-08-15T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:30:29.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Bell Ice Cream! YUM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgvez8cwbI/AAAAAAAABms/pwHHjQyiHck/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505702750846763442" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Since Summer is going to start kindergarten on the 23rd I thought we should go on a field trip to get in the school spirit. Actually, we have been wanting to visit the Blue Bell factory for some time now. We were hoping to go in April when the Blue Bonnets were in bloom because I hear it is quite a sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;We ended up going on a super hot day which is normal for us here in Houston. That just made the ice cream that much more yummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgvdSIKp1I/AAAAAAAABmU/ew0YqG8Ct2k/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505702724589234002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was interesting to see how they make the ice cream, and to see all the workers packing it up ready for shipment. The only husband who did come actually use to work for Dryers in high school. So it was interesting to hear his experiences working with ice cream and of course eating a lot of it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The kids were very happy to get a scoop of their choice. Summer had to have the same as Kate and Sawyer of course. They chose Krazy Kookie Dough which hot pink and blue colored sugar cookie dough. It sure was sugary just what Summer loves. I had to try the Blackberry Cobbler thanks to a friends facebook comment about how good it was. She was right. It was so good that I came back home and bought some to give to Phil since he didn't get to come with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgveU0Up5I/AAAAAAAABmk/EA_jNr5sa7Q/s1600/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgveU0Up5I/AAAAAAAABmk/EA_jNr5sa7Q/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505702742491178898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They actually had an affordable souvenir in the country store which was perfect. Straight from my childhood were these ice cream cone poppers. The kids had so much fun asking each other if they wanted a lick of ice cream followed by a pop in the nose by the foam ice cream. So Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgvdwfBBDI/AAAAAAAABmc/_xLpbVXi0K0/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgvdwfBBDI/AAAAAAAABmc/_xLpbVXi0K0/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505702732738135090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you don't live in on of the lucky 17 states that carry Blue Bell you are missing out. They serve vanilla at any Outback Steakhouse, but that will not do it justice. It really is pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun road trip, and we look forward to coming up with another one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-1752737604480648758?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1752737604480648758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=1752737604480648758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1752737604480648758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1752737604480648758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/08/blue-bell-ice-cream-yum.html' title='Blue Bell Ice Cream! YUM!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TGgvez8cwbI/AAAAAAAABms/pwHHjQyiHck/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-445086111125046881</id><published>2010-08-04T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:42:14.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chixie the Froggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohY3ViRUI/AAAAAAAABlc/3wgxw06RKBs/s400/DSC09909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501746605841335618" /&gt;About two months ago Summer got to pick out a couple tadpoles at the local garden center. We brought them home, and followed the instructions for taking care of them. She named one Squirt because it was small, and one Chixie because she made it up and felt it would be a good name I guess. Unfortunately Squirt only made it a couple of days before it died. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over time we watched the tadpole eat a lot of lettuce, and slowly get bigger. One week I noticed that its appearance was changing a bit. Summer and I kept watching for legs to grow. They finally did, and within a few days it popped out front legs too, or are they arms? Anyhow, it was almost a little frog. The next morning it lost its tail, and would not stay in the water, so we decided that now it must be a frog. It was about the size of Summer's fingernail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been trying to feed it food, but it refuses to eat what we give him. Since it wasn't eating it also wasn't growing. We decided it was time to release Chixie the froggie at the park so that hopefully it would find food that was more appealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohZaxS3uI/AAAAAAAABlk/9nQzjpNtKUE/s400/DSC09908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501746615353007842" /&gt;Summer finally got brave and held her little froggie before we let it go live in the lilly pads at the park. Look how small it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohZ0C0VDI/AAAAAAAABls/4zbJuUMvqGE/s400/DSC09910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501746622137390130" /&gt;It really was super interesting for us to watch the transformation from tadpole to frog. If you haven't ever tried it you should because it is entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohaszSliI/AAAAAAAABl8/nxskX8_o3Xs/s400/DSC09916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501746637373085218" /&gt;Whenever we go to this park we are sure to find other animals. This time it was a bunny. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohp7-y5fI/AAAAAAAABmM/UPt0qa5c98A/s1600/DSC09940.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohp7-y5fI/AAAAAAAABmM/UPt0qa5c98A/s1600/DSC09940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohp7-y5fI/AAAAAAAABmM/UPt0qa5c98A/s400/DSC09940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501746899145909746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good old tire swings. I remember playing on these every day as a kid. Ours was a really tire, and we would flip it upside down and through the chains to make it higher off the ground, and more dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohpsDr2rI/AAAAAAAABmE/mvLfUUHMVdo/s1600/DSC09920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohpsDr2rI/AAAAAAAABmE/mvLfUUHMVdo/s400/DSC09920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501746894871452338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is natural at swinging on bars. I really need to get her in gymnastics again. She is like a little monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohaASKL5I/AAAAAAAABl0/WKJJm6Yotf0/s1600/DSC09912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohaASKL5I/AAAAAAAABl0/WKJJm6Yotf0/s400/DSC09912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501746625422962578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One last goodbye to our little frog Chixie. I hope it survives, but at least we will never really know for sure. We will just assume the it thrives, and if we ever see a larger frog at the same park we will pretend it is Chixie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-445086111125046881?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/445086111125046881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=445086111125046881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/445086111125046881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/445086111125046881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/08/chixie-froggie.html' title='Chixie the Froggie'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFohY3ViRUI/AAAAAAAABlc/3wgxw06RKBs/s72-c/DSC09909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3390174027138974313</id><published>2010-08-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:13:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No We Have a Shopper on Our Hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZ6AFgc1I/AAAAAAAABlU/cWXCzA33A6k/s1600/DSC09857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZ6AFgc1I/AAAAAAAABlU/cWXCzA33A6k/s400/DSC09857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501738379032687442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is going to start school here on August 23rd. I can't believe she will be in kindergarten. I still don't know who her teacher will be, or what school supplies she needs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to go school clothes shopping, or at least looking since we may go on the no sales tax day coming up. She has always loved trying on clothes in the dressing room and insists on doing a dance and singing a song in the mirror before she will take the outfit off and try another one on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time when we went she was just so excited about it all. She found this shirt with a scarf on it that you can wear as a scarf, a belt, or a headband. She was begging me to let her have it. Since it was on clearance for $5 I went ahead and got it for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZt-AgBgI/AAAAAAAABlM/VrK1h1_y5Fc/s1600/DSC09841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZt-AgBgI/AAAAAAAABlM/VrK1h1_y5Fc/s400/DSC09841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501738172316386818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this one on the rack and asked her if she wanted to try it on. She said I am not a boy and I don't want to wear a tie like a boy. Then I explained that this is made for a girl and that is why there is a matching skirt and a little bit of pink in it. After trying it on she decided she wanted it too. I did not get it yet because I was not sure what Phil would think of these 80's/90's style clothes. That is why we took pictures of all the clothes we tried on. She keeps asking me when we are getting her the tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZttkHuhI/AAAAAAAABlE/Lb3skPbd6-Q/s1600/DSC09835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZttkHuhI/AAAAAAAABlE/Lb3skPbd6-Q/s400/DSC09835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501738167902386706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so most of the stuff I tried on there was pretty normal, but there really were a ton of 80's clothes. They are actually cute for little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZtPcxAfI/AAAAAAAABk8/N4zhkVZAnb8/s1600/DSC09838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZtPcxAfI/AAAAAAAABk8/N4zhkVZAnb8/s400/DSC09838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501738159818473970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did a bunch of twirls in these outfits, but my junky camera of course can't really capture that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZszqmiHI/AAAAAAAABk0/OvFcCMFlVCo/s1600/DSC09849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZszqmiHI/AAAAAAAABk0/OvFcCMFlVCo/s400/DSC09849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501738152360314994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was by far the most 80's of all the ones we tried on. I sure do love the 80's, but I never thought I would be dressing my kids in 80's clothing for normal day attire. It was also her absolute favorite because of the fake necklaces that are printed on and embellished with rhinestones. She is such a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZsTrLaJI/AAAAAAAABks/s1QNX1Ed1ZM/s1600/DSC09845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZsTrLaJI/AAAAAAAABks/s1QNX1Ed1ZM/s400/DSC09845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501738143772797074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really was fun spending a few hours shopping around and trying on clothes with Summer. She makes it very entertaining when she pretends to be a rock star in the mirror. I sure do love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is so excited to start school. She asks me everyday when school starts, and if she gets to go tomorrow. Today I caught her trying on the new clothes that I did get for her. She can't wait to join the big kids in the big school. On the other hand I am kind of sad. In fact I was watching some videos that I posted a long time ago on my facebook page. I got a little emotional when I saw how little she was then and how she spoke like a baby. She really has just grown up right before my eyes, and I wonder where I have been. She thought it was so funny to her herself talk like a baby and pronounce things wrong. She just kept laughing at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, we will really be shopping again soon. Maybe I will find some really rad 80's looks to blog about.&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/2209579831617571214-3390174027138974313?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3390174027138974313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3390174027138974313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3390174027138974313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3390174027138974313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-no-we-have-shopper-on-our-hands.html' title='Oh No We Have a Shopper on Our Hands!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TFoZ6AFgc1I/AAAAAAAABlU/cWXCzA33A6k/s72-c/DSC09857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-704203360921486221</id><published>2010-07-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:30:18.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>****Independence Day Celebrations****</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNydpk6xKI/AAAAAAAABkE/l7nrlMv1u7s/s400/IMG_3053+e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490858224397239458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure are grateful to live in a country that provides us with so much freedom. We love celebrating our country's Independence Day's. For Canada day which is July 1st we had a yummy dinner with a Canadian table decorations. Usually I like to do something special Canada Day too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since July 4th fell on a Sunday we actually started our celebrations on Saturday the 3rd. We were all worried that everything was going to be canceled because of the rain we were getting from a hurricane South of us. We actually didn't plan on doing anything because everything was flooded and the rain was not letting up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily we woke up on Saturday with the sun peaking through the clouds. We then headed to the parade and carnival. One thing about rain storms in Houston is that afterwards it is not cool and fresh feeling like in the North. Instead it gets super duper humid. I think every person at the carnival had there clothes sticking to them, and it was super uncomfortable. However, I am so happy that the rain did stop and we were still able to enjoy the fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will notice a blurry spot on the upper left of these pictures. That is some of the humidity on my lens. Good thing I have a cheapy camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNydN_nD_I/AAAAAAAABj8/e0YzsZfBt94/s1600/DSC09929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNydN_nD_I/AAAAAAAABj8/e0YzsZfBt94/s400/DSC09929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490858216993001458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNycpqGSGI/AAAAAAAABj0/LwQttr7Z7AQ/s1600/DSC09934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNycpqGSGI/AAAAAAAABj0/LwQttr7Z7AQ/s400/DSC09934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490858207239096418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year Summer was not timid about running after the candy they throw. She got way too much, but she sure had fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxxEvcNPI/AAAAAAAABjs/CHeKd2PuBUs/s1600/DSC09936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxxEvcNPI/AAAAAAAABjs/CHeKd2PuBUs/s400/DSC09936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490857458595017970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxw_y34bI/AAAAAAAABjk/Ek-k0GgoQyk/s1600/DSC09942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxw_y34bI/AAAAAAAABjk/Ek-k0GgoQyk/s400/DSC09942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490857457267237298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone want a Delorean? There must be a club here because there were five Deloreans grouped together with their doors up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxwZntWtI/AAAAAAAABjc/4B_Mv7rrvzk/s1600/DSC09944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxwZntWtI/AAAAAAAABjc/4B_Mv7rrvzk/s400/DSC09944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490857447019862738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxvleZcjI/AAAAAAAABjU/XKIQGMe0l4s/s1600/DSC09957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxvleZcjI/AAAAAAAABjU/XKIQGMe0l4s/s400/DSC09957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490857433022165554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxvdUY-VI/AAAAAAAABjM/fz_kP9DkhHE/s1600/IMG_3080+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNxvdUY-VI/AAAAAAAABjM/fz_kP9DkhHE/s400/IMG_3080+e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490857430832707922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we went to the Stake Center in Lexington to join in a Star Spangled Sing-along. Afterwards we stayed in the church parking lot for viewing fireworks. That was really fun too. It is nice being with friends and waiting for a fun event to start. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a fun weekend with Indpendence Day festivities. I really am proud to be an American and I love being patriotic. I think if I ever move to Canada someday that I will still insist on driving to the US for the 4th of July. It is a must. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-704203360921486221?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/704203360921486221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=704203360921486221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/704203360921486221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/704203360921486221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day-celebrations.html' title='****Independence Day Celebrations****'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TDNydpk6xKI/AAAAAAAABkE/l7nrlMv1u7s/s72-c/IMG_3053+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-8528742118419502442</id><published>2010-06-23T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:36:30.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of our Tomato Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This year we Summer and I decided we would try planting some veggies in our little tiny 8 x 2 area on the patio. Summer is at an age where she can help take care of them and hopefully see the fruits of her labor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is holding her first little cherry tomatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfOPeETYI/AAAAAAAABjA/Dl9TlGNb8j0/s1600/DSC09896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfOPeETYI/AAAAAAAABjA/Dl9TlGNb8j0/s400/DSC09896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486051994366135682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the only ones we got because the plant got spider mites and I had to pull it up before they spread to our other plants. I was really sad because it seems like every plant I have ever tried growing has died. I am determined to prove that I can keep one alive. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am doing all I can to keep the nasty bugs away from the others. I really hope that they survive and that we can finally be true gardeners and not just pretend to know what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfNjFnvKI/AAAAAAAABi4/DQQ1goXw70s/s1600/DSC09895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfNjFnvKI/AAAAAAAABi4/DQQ1goXw70s/s400/DSC09895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486051982452440226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are happy that we got at least four little tomatoes, and that so far our other plants seem to be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfNBslKuI/AAAAAAAABiw/0fxufD7aSy0/s1600/DSC09902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfNBslKuI/AAAAAAAABiw/0fxufD7aSy0/s400/DSC09902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486051973489044194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our cherry tomato plant just before we dug it up. See how it is super yellow and dead on the bottom half. They spider mites just eat it up I guess, then they move on to the other plants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a gardening place and they helped us identify what they were, and what to do to get rid of them. At this garden center we learned we would loose our plant, however, Summer gained some tadpoles from the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will blog about that later. She is trying to take care of them and keep them alive. Lets hope they don't end up like the tomato plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfM215MCI/AAAAAAAABio/_J4f-ELd5WQ/s1600/DSC09903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfM215MCI/AAAAAAAABio/_J4f-ELd5WQ/s400/DSC09903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486051970575314978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our yellow squash plant about a week ago when we dug up the tomato plant. It is starting to bloom male flowers, and in about a week I think the female ones will start to bloom, and then I can hand pollinate them in order to get them to grow. I have learned these things from some great friends who have had more luck with growing things. We will see if I can get them to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfMSBdJTI/AAAAAAAABig/OnF8dTJfEm4/s1600/DSC09904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfMSBdJTI/AAAAAAAABig/OnF8dTJfEm4/s400/DSC09904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486051960691696946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our red pepper plant and basil are having no problems. I finally used some basil the other day since my plant was looking a little large. I needed to harvest some. It smells so good, and I think it is great to eat right out of our own mini garden. Hopefully we will get to eat more than just basil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been fun so far, and it makes me really look forward to having my own house with a back yard for growing a large garden. This is great for learning though. It is not as much work as a huge garden will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for us, and in a couple weeks you may see pictures of some yummy squash.&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/2209579831617571214-8528742118419502442?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8528742118419502442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=8528742118419502442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8528742118419502442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8528742118419502442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-memory-of-our-tomato-plant.html' title='In Memory of our Tomato Plant'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TCJfOPeETYI/AAAAAAAABjA/Dl9TlGNb8j0/s72-c/DSC09896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-4900012188892879284</id><published>2010-06-09T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:32:54.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_Zdpe3pNI/AAAAAAAABiA/IbL9j0bMCY8/s1600/Summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_Zdpe3pNI/AAAAAAAABiA/IbL9j0bMCY8/s400/Summer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838374907946194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five years ago today Summer was born on her aunt Leanne's birthday. We are so lucky to have Summer in our family as healthy as can be.  Of course we are super grateful for her aunt too. Happy Birthday Leanne. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, where has the time gone. I can hardly believe that she is five already. She is so excited to start kindergarten. While I am excited for her, at the same time I am still a little sad that she is not the tiny little toddler or baby I remember. She is a little girl who is growing fast, and I want to enjoy every moment with her along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to post a picture of every year, however, I didn't prepare for this post in advance, and I need to search for them all. So here are a few of her first year, the only ones I actually did scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_Zc-xnjTI/AAAAAAAABh4/X7AVbKn_WW8/s1600/Summer_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_Zc-xnjTI/AAAAAAAABh4/X7AVbKn_WW8/s400/Summer_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838363443858738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when her dad was still in School at BYU-Idaho. We use to walk to the Hart building and meet up for lunch. Sometimes Phil and Summer would play while I went downstairs to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_ZbbEZTgI/AAAAAAAABho/ALIuGimERCk/s400/Summer_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838336679071234" /&gt;Summer was so entertained by the ribbon on her 1st birthday present. She played with that thing for a few weeks before I finally threw it away. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_Zb-_xHrI/AAAAAAAABhw/loS59lCIlO4/s1600/Summer_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_Zb-_xHrI/AAAAAAAABhw/loS59lCIlO4/s1600/Summer_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_Zb-_xHrI/AAAAAAAABhw/loS59lCIlO4/s400/Summer_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838346323336882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was in the summer when we were here in Houston doing Phil's internship with Merrill Lynch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not keep Summer out of the drawers. She would climb in any drawer she could find including the oven drawer (when the oven was off of course). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer has had all of her birthday's here in Houston. What a lucky little lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And, now we skip all the way to the present, or at least more recent photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_EPNsQKfI/AAAAAAAABhQ/CYVOZztMIQ0/s1600/DSC09861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_EPNsQKfI/AAAAAAAABhQ/CYVOZztMIQ0/s400/DSC09861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480815037185534450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer is four here. We had just been playing in the splash fountains at Discovery Green. She sure does love playing in the water. She is getting pretty good at swimming and is learning every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_EOSvK7EI/AAAAAAAABhI/NAsDoKqifRY/s1600/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_EOSvK7EI/AAAAAAAABhI/NAsDoKqifRY/s400/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480815021360081986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer blowing out all five of her candles for her 5th birthday. Notice the leaning tour of cake. I forgot to put the egg in and so it just wanted to crumble. I am obviously not meant to be a pastry chef. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will add however, that the cupcakes you see do have the egg and turned out nicely. Head over to my craft blog to see more about the rainbow cupcakes and party favors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_EMZA7b2I/AAAAAAAABg4/DuPR8Q6Whis/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480814988685438818" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_ENGYzeuI/AAAAAAAABhA/nAbGgkDniY4/s1600/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_ENGYzeuI/AAAAAAAABhA/nAbGgkDniY4/s400/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480815000865176290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer loves going to playgroup now that school is out. Again, she also really loves water, so what better fun than running through the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there you have it. A little bit of Summer's life and the fun we have had. We really do love her so much and are so proud of her. One very rewarding thing about being a parent is to see them learn, grow, and achieve different milestones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-4900012188892879284?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4900012188892879284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=4900012188892879284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4900012188892879284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4900012188892879284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-summer.html' title='Happy Birthday Summer!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TA_Zdpe3pNI/AAAAAAAABiA/IbL9j0bMCY8/s72-c/Summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3541168700358746941</id><published>2010-05-30T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:10:03.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And She's Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have been trying to convince Summer to let us take her training wheels off for a few months now. She was pretty hesitant to let us do so. When she learned that one of her close friends learned to ride her bike I guess she was a little more excited and confident about doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TANCvfFCbOI/AAAAAAAABgo/6Xu2ZHNpbtk/s400/DSC09935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477294955376569570" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took about two days for her to really catch on. She was attracted to all the buildings at first and was like a magnet heading right for them. Finally she got the steering down and can go in a straight line and even turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TANCvmJuIFI/AAAAAAAABgw/xszRwKfkrh8/s1600/DSC09940.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TANCvmJuIFI/AAAAAAAABgw/xszRwKfkrh8/s1600/DSC09940.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TANCvmJuIFI/AAAAAAAABgw/xszRwKfkrh8/s400/DSC09940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477294957275258962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves riding her bike even more than before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TANCu_78AYI/AAAAAAAABgg/nSX8j7Ujuzs/s1600/DSC09948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TANCu_78AYI/AAAAAAAABgg/nSX8j7Ujuzs/s400/DSC09948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477294947016900994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She does wear her knee pads and helmet to keep safe, but I am tempted to take them off sometimes just because of how hot and humid it is here. I will keep her safe though, and she will just have to sweat it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad she has hit this milestone. It is nice to see her find another form of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-3541168700358746941?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3541168700358746941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3541168700358746941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3541168700358746941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3541168700358746941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-shes-off.html' title='And She&apos;s Off'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/TANCvfFCbOI/AAAAAAAABgo/6Xu2ZHNpbtk/s72-c/DSC09935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-4305965738286602973</id><published>2010-05-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:10:41.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S_a9qhPTV0I/AAAAAAAABfw/8zr1ziVxA4M/s1600/DSC06575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S_a9qhPTV0I/AAAAAAAABfw/8zr1ziVxA4M/s400/DSC06575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473770935290124098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last few days Summer has been thinking a lot about her teeth. This is the common discussion. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "Mom, When do I get to have a missing tooth?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Well, I don't know. Someday soon I think."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer: "well Brinley and Lizzy both have a missing tooth and I want one too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it is so funny that she is so excited about losing a tooth. She did ask me if it will hurt, so I wonder if she will think it is just as fun when one actually does fall out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be so funny to see her smiling with a hole in her smile. Until then I will enjoy her smiling with all of her baby teeth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-4305965738286602973?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4305965738286602973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=4305965738286602973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4305965738286602973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4305965738286602973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-teeth.html' title='Missing Teeth'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S_a9qhPTV0I/AAAAAAAABfw/8zr1ziVxA4M/s72-c/DSC06575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-4953498738201678999</id><published>2010-05-14T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:34:58.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast or Fabric??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breakfast Anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On Wednesday we had a guest speaker at our &lt;a href="http://http://www.lds.org/pa/display/0,17884,4690-1,00.html"&gt;ARM&lt;/a&gt; meeting. She was there to help us learn about saving money in several ways including coupons. My sister has been trying to get me into this as well. However, I have always thought it was over my head and too much work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think I needed to see it presented to me the way it was because I left with inspiration to take on the challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We were running low on cereal and I noticed a sale at Randall's this week. I was planning on buying some of it anyhow. Then thanks to Amy our wonderful speaker, I was able to get some even better deals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3KrH7kqwI/AAAAAAAABdo/Vbaww4ei8BM/s1600/DSC09868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3KrH7kqwI/AAAAAAAABdo/Vbaww4ei8BM/s400/DSC09868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471251964537121538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My very first coupon excursion brought me all of this above. I paid $9.58 out of my own pocket, and then got a $3.00 &amp;amp; $4.00 on your next purchase. 3+4=7 off my next purchase. Subtract that from the amount I paid out of pocket and it looks like this 9.58-7=$2.58. So, for all of this stuff above I really only paid $2.58 which equals out to .23 cents each. That is a good deal if you ask me. For one spaghetti sauce alone it usually costs at least $2.50 for that brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3KqeCM_7I/AAAAAAAABdY/fr1DKBwKH34/s400/DSC09883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471251953290641330" /&gt;Day 2: This is what I brought home today on my second coupon excursion. Do you think you can guess what I paid for it? I should have thought to do a giveaway for the winner. However,  I will do that on my craft blog in the next week or two. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I did four different transactions and the lady at Randall's couldn't figure out why the coupon kept coming up in the negative. I don't know either. The first transaction was the two bottles of scrub bubbles Which I ended up owning $3.98, but paid with it using the $4.00 catalina from yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think I messed one of the transactions up, but still came out on top. After all the coupons and catalinas used I ended up paying $3.08 for all of this out of my own pocket. I also left with another $3.oo and $4.oo off next purchase catalinas. So when you take the $3.00 + $4.00 from today and subtract the $3.08 I ended up making $3.92. What a steal, so everything was basically free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can score on some other awesome deals as I continue my venture with coupons. Have you found any awesome deals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fabric Steal!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3KqhSwjFI/AAAAAAAABdg/oeXzOt8w60Q/s400/DSC09873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471251954165386322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At Summer's gymnastics center they had decorated for the mini olympics that they do every spring. They purchased two bolts of nylon chiffon to decorate with. I must tell you that it is not easy to find this stuff in stores. When I saw it hanging up I asked the owner where she purchased it. It turns out that there is a store here in Houston called Southern Imports that does costumes and some other weird stuff, and they happen to sell it in all sorts of colors. It is sort of by Herman Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhow, she told me that she would be willing to sell it to me when she was finished with it because she would not be using it again. So, she paid $170 for all of it. I got all of it for $50 which I think is pretty good. As you can see there is a ton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3KqBaQivI/AAAAAAAABdQ/WrJy0wzvtOk/s1600/DSC09890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3KqBaQivI/AAAAAAAABdQ/WrJy0wzvtOk/s400/DSC09890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471251945606908658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily my friend is going to go in on it with me and buy half so that I don't have so much fabric sitting around. I have some plans for it, and if there is any left I might just do a giveaway or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3Kpfj1JuI/AAAAAAAABdI/7StrmNrrTPk/s1600/DSC09891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3Kpfj1JuI/AAAAAAAABdI/7StrmNrrTPk/s400/DSC09891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471251936520251106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is all the folding I still have left. It is a lot of work to fold it nicely, but will be easier to work with when finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other great places to go for fabric discounts are &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com"&gt;www.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.fabric.com"&gt;www.fabric.com&lt;/a&gt;, usually I can find good coupons for 20-30% off plus if you spend $35 or more you get free shipping with fabric.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to all of you trying to find great deals. &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/2209579831617571214-4953498738201678999?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4953498738201678999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=4953498738201678999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4953498738201678999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4953498738201678999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakfast-or-fabric.html' title='Breakfast or Fabric??'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-3KrH7kqwI/AAAAAAAABdo/Vbaww4ei8BM/s72-c/DSC09868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-4528090973376569330</id><published>2010-05-09T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:40:57.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mother Couldn't Be Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How could I not love being a mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d12AG1pII/AAAAAAAABcg/JF6D0-qqgHA/s400/Collages1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469469843066823810" /&gt;Seriously, when I look at these pictures and see these beautiful little creations I just melt. Really, how can I not be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d12qityHI/AAAAAAAABco/eWv7uKGR-rc/s1600/Scott+Harvey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d12qityHI/AAAAAAAABco/eWv7uKGR-rc/s1600/Scott+Harvey1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d12qityHI/AAAAAAAABco/eWv7uKGR-rc/s400/Scott+Harvey1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469469854458038386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blessings of motherhood are so special to me. The idea of what motherhood would be like quickly changed after having Summer our first. I learned that it is filled with love, laughter, crying, discipline, and a life filled with joyful memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The primary kids sang My Mother Dear in sacrament meeting today. At the end when it says mother dear they held up a picture of their mother that they drew last week.  Here is Summer's picture of me. She even drew earrings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d11gFZgVI/AAAAAAAABcY/AriI_cw5wGw/s1600/mother%27s+day+pic_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d11gFZgVI/AAAAAAAABcY/AriI_cw5wGw/s400/mother%27s+day+pic_0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469469834470850898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first year receiving a Mother's Day gift that she made at preschool. She was so excited to give it to me. I love seeing her face light up like that with so much love, and excitement. We really are so blessed to have her as a part of our family. I am thankful that I have been given the opportunity to be a mother. Hopefully I will be able to be a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is my mom Karla. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d11DjOUDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/-Eid7yicJGQ/s1600/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d11DjOUDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/-Eid7yicJGQ/s400/Mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469469826811318322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you think we look exactly alike? Most people probably thought I was adopted when I was little. But I don't care. I think we must resemble each other in some way or another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom has been such a great example to me. She has always taken care of us girls, and done all that she could to give us what we needed. She loved us, provided for us, nurtured us, had fun with us, laughed with us, cried with us,  and of course taught us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom's mother left when she was young, and never came back. I can't imagine how that must have felt or how she moved on to be such a wonderful mother who was always there. She was, and is so involved in our lives. Growing up I have always thought of my mom as a hard worker. She is happy and  lives a good life enjoying her three girls, and 12 grandchildren. She also loves to work in the garden. Something else that requires nurturing and care.  I love my mom so much. She really is the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom does not own a computer, so I will have to let her know that I shared her with everyone. After all, she is a good example and a lovely woman in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad to be a mother and to share parenting with my husband Philip who is an excellent father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-4528090973376569330?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4528090973376569330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=4528090973376569330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4528090973376569330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4528090973376569330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-mother-couldnt-be-better.html' title='Being a Mother Couldn&apos;t Be Better'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-d12AG1pII/AAAAAAAABcg/JF6D0-qqgHA/s72-c/Collages1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6376286706979893366</id><published>2010-05-05T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:41:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Trip to Idaho!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally I am blogging about my trip to Idaho. I thought I had already done it until today when I saw the ducks from my last post at the top.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, we were able to go to Idaho for two weeks to visit my family. It was way past due, and I am so glad we finally got to see them. I would say the only real challenge about living in Houston is that it is so far away from family. Good thing we have such awesome friends, and neighbors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil was able to come to Idaho for a few days, but then he rode back to Vancouver, BC with his family. He wanted to go to the temple open house since it is just a few streets over from his parents house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the things we were able to see and do while visiting family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WARNING: Lots of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-ctJTyo7pI/AAAAAAAABbw/2tCobcuC8w4/s1600/DSC09358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-ctJTyo7pI/AAAAAAAABbw/2tCobcuC8w4/s320/DSC09358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469389910419500690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Broulim's grocery store they make this colored bread for all the different holidays. My mom saved some from Easter so Summer could enjoy it too. She thought it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs7zHQIvI/AAAAAAAABbo/3aeSa_MRsO0/s1600/DSC09362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs7zHQIvI/AAAAAAAABbo/3aeSa_MRsO0/s320/DSC09362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469389678309286642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer enjoying playing with her cousin Guage. He is so hilarious. He is a little smarty pants and a little rambunctious at the same time. I was very entertained by every visit from my little nephew. We sure are glad he is in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs6n8UGcI/AAAAAAAABbg/bN2Cwi3017I/s1600/DSC09368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs6n8UGcI/AAAAAAAABbg/bN2Cwi3017I/s320/DSC09368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469389658130749890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture of Summer with Grandpa Harvey. They look so happy. Philip's family came down for a few days because his youngest sister was graduating from BYU-Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs47PshtI/AAAAAAAABbQ/xCaRiabe7Yw/s320/DSC09386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469389628952577746" /&gt;Thanks to Jeff my brother-in-law Philip got his wish to go horseback riding. Thanks a ton Jeff. You made the whole trip for Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs522vyYI/AAAAAAAABbY/VxbM-Ou596s/s1600/DSC09384.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs522vyYI/AAAAAAAABbY/VxbM-Ou596s/s1600/DSC09384.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs522vyYI/AAAAAAAABbY/VxbM-Ou596s/s320/DSC09384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469389644954061186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phil enjoying the horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs4DLZy5I/AAAAAAAABbI/OzVFDGI9Rng/s1600/DSC09397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cs4DLZy5I/AAAAAAAABbI/OzVFDGI9Rng/s320/DSC09397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469389613902187410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a beautiful spring day. This is what I miss about living in the Northwest. Hills and mountains at your fingertips. I love the mountains and unfortunately took them for granted while I lived so close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-crkYkuKtI/AAAAAAAABbA/PkWh021w3xE/s1600/DSC09394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-crkYkuKtI/AAAAAAAABbA/PkWh021w3xE/s320/DSC09394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469388176536513234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister Kody holding an antler horn that she found. Apparently it is a pretty big one. I would have no clue as we are not the hunting type. Philip found a little tiny one, but I forgot to take a picture of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-crj7Y2HEI/AAAAAAAABa4/8CRDuFxo-Gk/s1600/DSC09400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-crj7Y2HEI/AAAAAAAABa4/8CRDuFxo-Gk/s320/DSC09400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469388168702073922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philip and I in our non horse riding shoes. We were obviously not prepared. Imagine this in about a month when it is more green and lush. I want to go for another ride so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-crjGyve8I/AAAAAAAABaw/vMLzecE1Wi4/s1600/DSC09429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-crjGyve8I/AAAAAAAABaw/vMLzecE1Wi4/s320/DSC09429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469388154583612354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at my sister's house just days after the horse ride. I think we experienced all four seasons while we were there. Summer sure was happy to play in the snow. My sister on the other hand is still experiencing snow storms in May, and I don't think she  is so happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-criy7TRwI/AAAAAAAABao/ppU_mSYpFyk/s1600/DSC09428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-criy7TRwI/AAAAAAAABao/ppU_mSYpFyk/s320/DSC09428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469388149250803458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew Kiowa refused to go out and play with the kids. The next thing I knew he was playing out there with no shoes, coat, or gloves on. I guess he prefers frozen limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cridqzGtI/AAAAAAAABag/jjXO7tcWasM/s1600/DSC09447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-cridqzGtI/AAAAAAAABag/jjXO7tcWasM/s320/DSC09447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469388143544441554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year we went to Idaho around the same time. My nephew Dawson was born then. Well, he just celebrated his first birthday. We got him this drum and he went crazy for it. Here he is playing with full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1NONmc_I/AAAAAAAABaI/qxfueIkuWhE/s1600/DSC09450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1NONmc_I/AAAAAAAABaI/qxfueIkuWhE/s320/DSC09450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468343242571805682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumb and Dumber!  This little scooter is rad. I love this and wish that I could have had a turn too. Summer was a little scared at first, but then came to enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1MihFDlI/AAAAAAAABaA/_gd8PIkZZ6I/s1600/DSC09454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1MihFDlI/AAAAAAAABaA/_gd8PIkZZ6I/s320/DSC09454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468343230842342994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dawson was so funny. He would hold on to the front and stand while my niece Tatum took him around the block. He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1MFzm5HI/AAAAAAAABZ4/NP90qlTo13k/s1600/DSC09462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1MFzm5HI/AAAAAAAABZ4/NP90qlTo13k/s320/DSC09462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468343223135429746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also fit nicely in the dump truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1LowHWxI/AAAAAAAABZw/UxIuQo314-U/s1600/DSC09488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1LowHWxI/AAAAAAAABZw/UxIuQo314-U/s320/DSC09488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468343215336151826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is such a poser. I think I am going to have a teenage girl that loves jewelry, clothes, makeup, and shopping. She is already into trying on clothes at the store and will not let me take them off until she does a little dance in front of the mirror while singing a song. I love it though. It makes me laugh every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1LOhndYI/AAAAAAAABZo/f760Tyw70KM/s1600/DSC09492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-N1LOhndYI/AAAAAAAABZo/f760Tyw70KM/s320/DSC09492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468343208296019330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was lucky to get together with a few of my friends while I was there. We went to the park on this really nice day. It is always good to visit with friends and keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-IcnJdAh0I/AAAAAAAABZI/BzIz1_KFnUY/s1600/DSC09496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-IcnJdAh0I/AAAAAAAABZI/BzIz1_KFnUY/s320/DSC09496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964356459267906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-IcmnmgriI/AAAAAAAABZA/sDIyxDPgV_c/s1600/DSC09498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-IcmnmgriI/AAAAAAAABZA/sDIyxDPgV_c/s320/DSC09498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964347372318242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sisters Kody and Kori pretending they are going to get a tan. It actually was really nice that day. I think in the 70's or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-IcmUc3KFI/AAAAAAAABY4/5AORK9l7Nrk/s1600/DSC09502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-IcmUc3KFI/AAAAAAAABY4/5AORK9l7Nrk/s320/DSC09502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964342231574610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way back to SLC to catch our flight we stayed at a hotel for a couple nights. Kiowa and Summer were playing super heros by jumping off the bed with their goggles on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-Icl01CndI/AAAAAAAABYw/GyPmq_cfV2Q/s1600/DSC09506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-Icl01CndI/AAAAAAAABYw/GyPmq_cfV2Q/s320/DSC09506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964333743054290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told you she likes to shop, and try everything on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-IclditlzI/AAAAAAAABYo/XDIq_4maZTY/s1600/DSC09509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-IclditlzI/AAAAAAAABYo/XDIq_4maZTY/s320/DSC09509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467964327492163378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew was getting so sick of driving and shopping by this point. When going to the airport he did say that he was glad we were going home. I would get sick of shopping and riding in a car too if I were a kid. I think deep down inside he really wishes I lived next door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went to visit Scott's graveside a couple times. Summer picked out a bouquet of flowers to leave out there. It was nice to take flowers out there since we don't get to do it that often. My mom goes out there and leaves things there from time to time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a fun trip. I always love going for a visit. I love my family so much and wish we were able to visit more often. There will not be any year gaps from now on though. It was too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks family for such a great time. We loved it and miss you all already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6376286706979893366?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6376286706979893366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6376286706979893366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6376286706979893366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6376286706979893366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-trip-to-idaho.html' title='Finally a Trip to Idaho!!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S-ctJTyo7pI/AAAAAAAABbw/2tCobcuC8w4/s72-c/DSC09358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6372789448987592046</id><published>2010-03-31T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:39:30.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herman Park Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I decided to take Summer to Herman Park to feed the ducks. I have been sewing so much to get &lt;a href="http://themudpuddleproject.blogspot.com/2010/03/babytoddler-packages.html"&gt;these dress sets&lt;/a&gt; together that I have not made much fun time for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was really good to just get out and enjoy the nice weather. The weather was around 82 degrees today and was so enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what we saw at Herman Park today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9NW5YEsI/AAAAAAAABUI/vLcpyYwtSHo/s400/DSC09087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454911610857984706" /&gt;Feeding the ducks in the moss filled water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9NyDLDQI/AAAAAAAABUQ/SF4b46BFZP8/s400/DSC09086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454911618146831618" /&gt;Turtles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9OHaBSWI/AAAAAAAABUY/FSy02eIwDSQ/s1600/DSC09085.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9OHaBSWI/AAAAAAAABUY/FSy02eIwDSQ/s400/DSC09085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454911623879805282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A huge school of minnows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9NMgiL6I/AAAAAAAABUA/UePkSKamPp4/s1600/DSC09093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9NMgiL6I/AAAAAAAABUA/UePkSKamPp4/s400/DSC09093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454911608069435298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More turtles. There are a ton of turtles at this park. We saw a little tiny one that I would have liked to have caught, however, we didn't have a bucket or anything to catch it with. It was about the size of one of those mini bagels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9M1dC5jI/AAAAAAAABT4/ADr5B9bj6zw/s1600/DSC09101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9M1dC5jI/AAAAAAAABT4/ADr5B9bj6zw/s400/DSC09101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454911601880786482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The squirrels at Herman Park can be vicious. This one came up behind us and started hissing at Summer. She freaked out and dropped a slice of bread. The little stinker swiped it and ran behind this tree. I went to get a picture of it and it didn't move. Obviously it is comfortable around people because it didn't even budge. I am sure they are fed all day long. Is there such a thing as obese squirrels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8SbXrznI/AAAAAAAABTw/aF-1aIkuERQ/s1600/DSC09104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8SbXrznI/AAAAAAAABTw/aF-1aIkuERQ/s400/DSC09104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454910598446567026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer loves to pose, especially at stores when trying on clothes. This is inside a little house covered picnic table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8R9Cbb-I/AAAAAAAABTo/ZAG9ufpi1G0/s1600/DSC09105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8R9Cbb-I/AAAAAAAABTo/ZAG9ufpi1G0/s400/DSC09105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454910590304350178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8RZRDb7I/AAAAAAAABTg/QaXGy8loADQ/s1600/DSC09112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8RZRDb7I/AAAAAAAABTg/QaXGy8loADQ/s400/DSC09112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454910580702015410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to get a picture of the two of us and it just wasn't working. We both look scary. Too bad daddy was at work. He could have helped us out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8Q0wEt7I/AAAAAAAABTY/KMohYujW4g4/s1600/DSC09122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8Q0wEt7I/AAAAAAAABTY/KMohYujW4g4/s400/DSC09122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454910570900010930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Herman Park's mini imitation of Old Faithful. The paddle boats look really fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8P-K2obI/AAAAAAAABTQ/bM0G4ma03Js/s1600/DSC09124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O8P-K2obI/AAAAAAAABTQ/bM0G4ma03Js/s400/DSC09124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454910556248383922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another silly pose after she saw a bee. With all those flowers it is no wonder that bees might buzz near by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun, and I recommend the park if you are looking for a nice fun day. I should go more often. Maybe next time I will plan to let Summer do the splash park.&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/2209579831617571214-6372789448987592046?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6372789448987592046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6372789448987592046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6372789448987592046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6372789448987592046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/03/herman-park-adventure.html' title='Herman Park Adventure'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S7O9NW5YEsI/AAAAAAAABUI/vLcpyYwtSHo/s72-c/DSC09087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-4197513560490116077</id><published>2010-03-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:37:45.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Rodeo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZWV8YmX5I/AAAAAAAABTE/oTfjiW5OwQ0/s1600-h/DSC08971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZWV8YmX5I/AAAAAAAABTE/oTfjiW5OwQ0/s400/DSC08971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451139333965111186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year we finally went to the actual rodeo and the Rascal Flatts concert. It was so much fun. Phil had never been to a rodeo, so it was interesting for him. The funny thing is that the only two bull riders that scored that night were from Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZWVVN3o_I/AAAAAAAABS8/D9wY_7jU_YY/s1600-h/DSC08968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZWVVN3o_I/AAAAAAAABS8/D9wY_7jU_YY/s400/DSC08968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451139323451122674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was also military day, so this was part of the presentation before the concert started. It was actually really awesome, and always reminds me of those fighting for the freedoms and comforts that I enjoy everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVtmvgD9I/AAAAAAAABS0/MMqW8NFbTIA/s1600-h/DSC08955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVtmvgD9I/AAAAAAAABS0/MMqW8NFbTIA/s400/DSC08955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451138640960819154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer and her dad rode a few rides together. The bumper cars are classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVtRtEHoI/AAAAAAAABSs/2zoHgzunElw/s1600-h/DSC08947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVtRtEHoI/AAAAAAAABSs/2zoHgzunElw/s400/DSC08947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451138635313454722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both Philip and I were shocked when Summer told us she wanted to go on this by herself. She took the guys hand and let him lift her onto her belly. She just held on and enjoyed the ride like  a big girl. She is the one right under the smudge in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVstZeDMI/AAAAAAAABSk/a0J1rfyguc4/s1600-h/DSC08944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVstZeDMI/AAAAAAAABSk/a0J1rfyguc4/s400/DSC08944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451138625567591618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have this really awesome thing where the kids can be a farmer. They go around to each area and learn about the product, then they sell it at the farmers market where they get paid a fake dollar. Next they go to the store and spend their dollar on a snack. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For dinner Summer wanted nachos, however, decided she didn't like the cheese. She suggested going back to the farmers stand and getting raisins for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we decided to try the fried alligator on a stick. To be honest is was not that good. It was like fishy chicken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil always get Goode Company BBQ so he enjoyed that and I ate Summer's nachos. Fair food is always fatty, but good. Luckily we did not go overboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVr_f3SQI/AAAAAAAABSc/eJip8LxmZL8/s1600-h/DSC08859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVr_f3SQI/AAAAAAAABSc/eJip8LxmZL8/s400/DSC08859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451138613246380290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just when the rodeo started Summer's preschool had Go Texan's day with pony rides, and a petting zoo. All the kids got to dress up for the occasion. This is what we managed to put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVrUadEkI/AAAAAAAABSU/JdK1TqKY4OY/s1600-h/DSC08780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZVrUadEkI/AAAAAAAABSU/JdK1TqKY4OY/s400/DSC08780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451138601680966210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funny thing about the rodeo here in Houston is that so many people who are clearly not cowboy in any way suddenly become super cowboy in appearance. I went to a Famous Footwear to find some runners for Summer and had to chuckle at the large sign saying, "WE DO NOT SELL COWBOY BOOTS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been such a great time. We love the rodeo and look forward to it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-4197513560490116077?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/4197513560490116077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=4197513560490116077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4197513560490116077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/4197513560490116077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/03/houston-rodeo.html' title='Houston Rodeo!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S6ZWV8YmX5I/AAAAAAAABTE/oTfjiW5OwQ0/s72-c/DSC08971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6980905413083433019</id><published>2010-02-24T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:45:46.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S4Wd9RSfTzI/AAAAAAAABRU/6Oc2JiOmF00/s1600-h/DSC08744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S4Wd9RSfTzI/AAAAAAAABRU/6Oc2JiOmF00/s400/DSC08744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441929400685645618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 months or so Summer has been coming up with all kinds of names for babies. Her most favorite and most frequent one is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chera&lt;/span&gt;. Some of the others are Serena, Elizabeth, and then there are those that are bizarre and I don't really even know how to pronounce them back to her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am not quite sure what has sparked this interest in baby names, however, it is interesting. She comes to me almost every day suggesting several different names that we could use to name "our baby". She prays for a baby brother or sister daily, and she has been talking about her brother Scott a lot lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, unfortunately there is no baby yet. I think she is realizing that she doesn't have a sibling and she really wants one. As parents I think we can learn a lot from our children. Summer is just as much of an example to me as I am to her. She is a great example of persistence and hope to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Summer reminds me that we can't give up hope. We have to be persistent and work at something. She also reminds me of how much energy and joy children have. I think I need to be more like a kid sometimes. Just carefree and relaxed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned, she has been talking about Scott a lot lately. She tells me that she wishes he can come back to our house someday. She says that she knows her wish will come true. The great thing about it is that she is right. That is the good news of the gospel. We will see him again. Just not right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be interesting to know what she remembers when she is older. I hope she keeps talking about Scott, because it might help her hold on to those memories. It intrigues me to think of what kinds of memories she will talk about, and reminisce about. I sure hope they are good ones. I have some great memories from my childhood, and I only hope to help her create her own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter who makes life interesting, and happy. It will be so amazing when she finally gets the opportunity to have another sibling at home. It makes me smile just thinking of it. Someday.&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/2209579831617571214-6980905413083433019?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6980905413083433019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6980905413083433019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6980905413083433019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6980905413083433019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/02/name.html' title='A Name'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S4Wd9RSfTzI/AAAAAAAABRU/6Oc2JiOmF00/s72-c/DSC08744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-5501268598997927748</id><published>2010-02-21T16:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:05:44.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver 2010 Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S4HVNuKMM6I/AAAAAAAABRE/dd7MuZIa1Eg/s400/DSC08620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440864256546059170" /&gt;Philip has been anticipating the Vancouver 2010 Olympics since we met. I remember him bragging that they would be in his hometown when we got married almost 6 years ago. He has reminded me almost every year since. I am quite surprised that he did not plan a trip there for the occasion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, he did want to party for the opening ceremonies. So, we put up the flags, decorated, and made some good food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, I did not forget the American flag. How could I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S4HVOFHRqoI/AAAAAAAABRM/ItnCQ66NDEw/s400/DSC08619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440864262707849858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was actually quite fun. We made our version of Poutine which I am sure was not nearly as good as the original. I don't think the gravy was hot enough because the cheese didn't melt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of our fellow Canadian friends made nanaimo bars. We also had purogies, and mini quiche. It was really fun, and we enjoyed our Houston version of the 2010 olympic opening ceremonies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were also super excited and happy when Alexandre Bilodeau won Canada's first gold in their home olympic games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This next week should be interesting, and we look forward to watching more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(70, 70, 70); font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 2.4em; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: arial; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&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/2209579831617571214-5501268598997927748?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/5501268598997927748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=5501268598997927748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5501268598997927748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/5501268598997927748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/02/vancouver-2010-olympics.html' title='Vancouver 2010 Olympics'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S4HVNuKMM6I/AAAAAAAABRE/dd7MuZIa1Eg/s72-c/DSC08620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3024012267472030464</id><published>2010-02-14T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:16:05.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Ravioli!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S3iNp5HD5yI/AAAAAAAABQc/t1_O0e01OUI/s400/DSC08624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438252300894463778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning Summer and I stayed home from church because she is a little sick. I made her breakfast in bed with heart pancakes. That cheered her up quite a bit. Sometimes it is not necessarily restful day of getting better with a four year old because they don't really rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S3iNrGO1u4I/AAAAAAAABQ0/kTkTbcev51U/s1600-h/DSC08668.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S3iNqT1Vd7I/AAAAAAAABQk/LRsTL9MKv5E/s400/DSC08659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438252308067874738" /&gt;For dinner I decided to try making home made pink heart shaped ravioli for dinner. I thought it was good. Summer even helped me pinch the edges closed. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S3iNrGO1u4I/AAAAAAAABQ0/kTkTbcev51U/s1600-h/DSC08668.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S3iNrGO1u4I/AAAAAAAABQ0/kTkTbcev51U/s400/DSC08668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438252321596619650" /&gt;Summer enjoying her pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S3iO_t1FUdI/AAAAAAAABQ8/xB2Lj0l6rwA/s400/DSC08658_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438253775335018962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to make, and now I know I can make ravioli with whatever kind of filling I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you want to try it out here is the recipe I used for the dough, and my own combination for the filling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ravioli From Scratch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lb ground turkey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large handful of fresh spinach chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup chopped fresh basil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-2 diced roma tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup fine grated italian style cheese blend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp Herbs de Province (Italian seasoning will work fine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp Garlic salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dough:  Found at &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Ravioli-Dough-and-Choice-of-4-Fillings-59359"&gt;http://www.recipezaar.com/Ravioli-Dough-and-Choice-of-4-Fillings-59359&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(86, 86, 86); font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Ravioli-Dough-and-Choice-of-4-Fillings-59359"&gt;DOUGH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#565656;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;3 cups flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;2 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;First brown the ground turkey, garlic salt, and Herbs de Province. Add chopped spinach and basil. Cook another 5 minutes or until spinach has wilted up. Let cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;After the meat mixture is cooled add the grated cheese, and diced tomatoes. Set aside and make your ravioli dough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;After I made my filling I followed the steps below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;MAKING THE RAVIOLI DOUGH: Sift flour and salt together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 9px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;9&lt;/h5&gt;Place flour mixture on a board, making a well in the center of the flour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; 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margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;11&lt;/h5&gt;Combine the eggs and flour together, gradually adding enough warm water to make a stiff dough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;12&lt;/h5&gt;Knead dough well, until smooth; cover the dough and let it rest for 15 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;13&lt;/h5&gt;Cut dough in half and roll each half of the dough out on a floured board, into a very thin sheet (about 1/16 to 1/8 inch thick).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;14&lt;/h5&gt;FILLING THE RAVIOLI: Drop about 1 to 1 1/2 teaspoonfuls of filling about 1 1/2 inches apart all along the dough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;15&lt;/h5&gt;When the sheet of dough is fully dotted with dabs of filling mixture, cover filling with other sheet of dough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;16&lt;/h5&gt;Using your fingers, gently press dough between each dab of filling to seal it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;17&lt;/h5&gt;Cut ravioli into squares with a (zig-zag edged) pastry cutter, or very sharp knife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;18&lt;/h5&gt;DRYING THE RAVIOLI: Allow ravioli to dry for one hour before cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;19&lt;/h5&gt;COOKING THE RAVIOLI: Drop ravioli into 6 to 8 quarts of boiling, salted water and cook for about 10 to 15 minutes, or until dough is tender.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;20&lt;/h5&gt;Remove cooked ravioli from pot carefully with a skimmer or a large slotted spoon, and drain well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.86em; padding-right: 0.86em; padding-bottom: 0.86em; padding-left: 2.6em; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; position: relative; font: normal normal bold 100%/normal 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; font-size: 15px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 21px; font-weight: normal; position: absolute; top: 15px; left: 0px; background-image: url(http://img.recipezaar.com/images/2008/purple_circle.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; width: 28px; height: 28px; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal bold 138.5%/1.3em 'trebuchet ms'; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;21&lt;/h5&gt;Place drained ravioli on a serving platter in layers, alternating layers with your favorite sauce and a sprinkling of grated cheese between each ravioli layer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S3iNp5HD5yI/AAAAAAAABQc/t1_O0e01OUI/s72-c/DSC08624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6347961212843463791</id><published>2010-02-04T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T11:16:56.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli and Mormon Tabernacle Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUm_OwfF_bQ"&gt;YouTube - Andrea Bocelli &amp;amp; The Mormon Tabernacle Choir - The Lord's Prayer (2009)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUm_OwfF_bQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simply magnificent. I have always loved Andrea Bocelli, and it is great to hear him with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6347961212843463791?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6347961212843463791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6347961212843463791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6347961212843463791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6347961212843463791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/02/andrea-bocelli-and-mormon-tabernacle.html' title='Andrea Bocelli and Mormon Tabernacle Choir'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-652472583207693057</id><published>2010-01-18T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:58:12.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Rockets Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S1Ub1OAMK5I/AAAAAAAABPE/eQs2Zut2UFs/s400/DSC08459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275526970911634" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here in Houston our place is surrounded  by sports teams. We have been lucky enough to score a few different tickets to these games over the last three years. Wow! We have been here for three years now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I had a Relief Society activity this week that I wanted to go to. It just so happened that Philip was also given tickets to the Rockets game for the same night. He and his co-worker who also happens to be in our ward decided to take the girls for a game night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S1Ub0oAsyWI/AAAAAAAABO8/l8EPiXTt_aU/s400/DSC08457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275516772501858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It worked out perfect because we were able to go to the activity and the girls enjoyed the late night with their dads and each other. Here they are enjoying their cotton candy and the spirit a good game brings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S1Ub0HN09HI/AAAAAAAABO0/xD2P6lWWxhQ/s400/DSC08445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275507969193074" /&gt;I handed Philip the camera and insisted he take a few pictures of their night. So he even got one of himself. Apparently the game was great, and went into triple overtime. So the girls were even more excited that they got to stay up later. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S1Ub1fT_mNI/AAAAAAAABPM/cZdiacp6iCU/s1600-h/DSC08440.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S1Ub1fT_mNI/AAAAAAAABPM/cZdiacp6iCU/s1600-h/DSC08440.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S1Ub1fT_mNI/AAAAAAAABPM/cZdiacp6iCU/s400/DSC08440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428275531617376466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy daughter dates are the best. Seriously I love that Phil takes Summer on these special outings. She really looks forward to them and talks about them for some time afterword. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-652472583207693057?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/652472583207693057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=652472583207693057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/652472583207693057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/652472583207693057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/01/houston-rockets-game.html' title='Houston Rockets Game'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S1Ub1OAMK5I/AAAAAAAABPE/eQs2Zut2UFs/s72-c/DSC08459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-6780257465436655954</id><published>2010-01-07T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:08:58.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing in the New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S0ZmhEj0FjI/AAAAAAAABOk/6jAD_weGooc/s400/DSC08355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424135519560013362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we had a pretty uneventful New Years Eve.  The only thing that was of interest or concern rather was Summer enjoying the New Years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer decided to ring in the New Year by chopping off her hair. What a wonderful way to celebrate huh. Yeah right! Actually I am lucky that it was not that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During dinner I looked at Summer as her hair brushed her neck. I noticed a rather fresh cut in her hair and it was much shorter than the last. Immediately I knew she had cut it. I told her to turn her head and that is how we confirmed it. She didn't want to admit it at first, however, after realizing that she would get into far more trouble by lying she confessed. The poor 4 year old probably thought that she made a marvelous change in her play salon. I asked her where the hair was that she cut, and she directed me to her garbage can in her bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S0Zmhl-VKqI/AAAAAAAABOs/S8AeCgBAYeg/s400/DSC08357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424135528529603234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously we are so lucky that it was only this much. Unfortunately I will never ever forget the day that I did the same thing only way worse and to my cousins hair. I was at her house playing, and I suppose we were playing salon or something. Well, I decided it would be glamorous to cut my cousin's ponytail off. I can't quite remember if it was up half way or if it was a full ponytail. All I remember was her mom coming home. I am pretty sure we both got in loads of trouble from that. I felt so bad, and it still haunts me to this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily Hair does grow back, but for some unfortunate children who decide to cut their own hair it really stinks. I have seen some pretty bad self haircuts, but I still don't think they top cutting a ponytail off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-6780257465436655954?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/6780257465436655954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=6780257465436655954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6780257465436655954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/6780257465436655954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/01/ringing-in-new-year.html' title='Ringing in the New Year!!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S0ZmhEj0FjI/AAAAAAAABOk/6jAD_weGooc/s72-c/DSC08355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-8910294595278024586</id><published>2010-01-07T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:09:59.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcake Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S0ZlIXrXOFI/AAAAAAAABOM/70HjfVes4VE/s400/DSC08360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424133995683592274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night we got to babysit some of Summer's little friends. She was so excited for them to come over and asked all day long if they were coming yet. When the time finally arrived she was even more happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Christmas Summer got this cupcake maker from my mom that makes enough frosting and cake batter for one cupcake at a time. It is perfect for them to make a fun treat. She has been hoping for some friends to come make cupcakes with her ever since she got it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S0ZlJbXgDlI/AAAAAAAABOc/yV9E1s5dUb4/s400/DSC08367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424134013853896274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite messy because we made some of the frosting too runny. Then, while frosting Summer's cupcake we put the cupcake on the spinner thing wrong and her cupcake toppled over a few times getting frosting everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each took their own turn pouring their packet of batter in the bowl and mixing it while the others cooked theirs in the microwave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all had fun, and I am glad that I only had to make three cupcakes and not 24. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-8910294595278024586?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8910294595278024586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=8910294595278024586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8910294595278024586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8910294595278024586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2010/01/cupcake-fun.html' title='Cupcake Fun'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/S0ZlIXrXOFI/AAAAAAAABOM/70HjfVes4VE/s72-c/DSC08360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-2485411688070954623</id><published>2009-12-27T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:50:39.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver Love and Belated Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were fortunate enough to get away for Christmas and visit with Philip's family in Vancouver, BC. It was so nice there, and I love the area more and more with each visit. It was nice to spend time with family and enjoy the festivities of Christmas together. I can't wait for the next visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SzglM15kJAI/AAAAAAAABMM/b_txZhBCnPE/s400/DSC08244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420123054097572866" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer enjoyed the airplane most of the time, and pretty much colored the whole way there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SzglNRNlpdI/AAAAAAAABMU/Y_JjKix5vAY/s400/DSC08246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420123061429315026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These twin little girls are little friends of Summer's. They are her aunt Laurel's nieces. She had so much fun playing with them. Thanks again Candise for watching her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SzglNkAC9mI/AAAAAAAABMc/TJz840vqfvc/s400/DSC08251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420123066472789602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course Summer was so excited to see her cousin Abby. She still says that was the best part about the whole visit was playing with Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SzgoQNc11ZI/AAAAAAAABNU/ltFZ-wo-SuY/s400/DSC08304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420126410494039442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Ok, so recently I found out that Kinder eggs are in fact banned from the US. I posted about my mother-in-law getting them taken away once at the border. I never could figure out why until my brother-in-law sent me an article a couple weeks ago. Unfortunately I deleted it after reading, so I can't share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;So, since they were illegal Santa brought this giant one for Summer to open before we crossed the border. They put these out at Christmas and Easter. Below is the picture of the toy capsule inside. It really was huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SzjZWiZU4vI/AAAAAAAABNc/RTlQtbFG2rI/s400/DSC08309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321132753773298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Summer enjoyed some of the chocolate Kinder ball for breakfast. Actually I think that is about all she ate while we were there. She is a true Harvey and has a huge love for chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was such a good trip, and we were sad to leave, however it is always nice to be home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since we had to pack for a trip we were not able to bring our gifts with us. We left almost everything here. So, Sunday after church we had a belated Christmas and opened up our gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Szjd3FPoqPI/AAAAAAAABOE/qiPgaBGrWI0/s400/DSC08321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420326089910692082" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a Lego set that Philip gave to Summer. It is so cute because it is a girly one with horses and a house and stuff like that. Philip is so excited about it because he loves Lego and looks forward to spending some time putting it together with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SzjZYUKmniI/AAAAAAAABN8/dcQEaaqZdD8/s400/DSC08325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321163293662754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a little petticoat skirt that I got for her. She was a little confused at first when she opened the mass of chiffon.  She looked at me with a confused little face and said "FABRIC!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was a little more happy when she unraveled it to find a skirt and not a bunch of fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Summer has been so excited for Christmas this year, and has made it so much fun. I am a little sad it is all over, and that it is almost 2010. I can't believe how fast time goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I hope you all had a great Christmas, and that you do have a happy new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-2485411688070954623?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/2485411688070954623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=2485411688070954623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2485411688070954623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/2485411688070954623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/12/vancouver-love-and-belated-christmas.html' title='Vancouver Love and Belated Christmas!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SzglM15kJAI/AAAAAAAABMM/b_txZhBCnPE/s72-c/DSC08244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3591775444433114173</id><published>2009-12-18T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:25:42.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songfest with Summer's Preschool Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Syx_-ROWZII/AAAAAAAABME/xHY0hbMfrvg/s1600-h/DSC08230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Syx_-ROWZII/AAAAAAAABME/xHY0hbMfrvg/s400/DSC08230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416845159572071554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Summer with her 3 wonderful teachers. We are so proud of how well she is doing in school. She is always excited to go in the morning. Her teachers are excellent and we are so happy that she thinks so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a5bbf107b9bf30e0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5bbf107b9bf30e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330237604%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8277640276F8D78B96E90341D46D63272755EA81.7FA95C047D73F8F051706F02F9D7BC27170BD972%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5bbf107b9bf30e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJZFTkNxVirKzeM6uXrQFDXW-ixw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da5bbf107b9bf30e0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330237604%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8277640276F8D78B96E90341D46D63272755EA81.7FA95C047D73F8F051706F02F9D7BC27170BD972%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da5bbf107b9bf30e0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJZFTkNxVirKzeM6uXrQFDXW-ixw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a little clip of some of the songs they sang at Summer's Christmas Songfest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Syx7fG5o5bI/AAAAAAAABL0/6f9ijgAcFl4/s400/DSC08213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416840226178393522" border="0" /&gt;Summer was not so happy in this picture. She was doing so good until about half way through all the songs, and then she broke down and started crying. The poor thing is just so shy, however, she was so excited about it at the same time. She really did do so good, and I love hearing her sing the songs. I need to get a video of her singing them all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Syx7e4GY04I/AAAAAAAABLs/er7JmzTy-GA/s1600-h/DSC08196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Syx7e4GY04I/AAAAAAAABLs/er7JmzTy-GA/s400/DSC08196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416840222205334402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were all so cute. It was so funny to see the cute actions they had to go with the songs. After the songfest was over the teachers helped the students pass out gifts they made for their parents. We are not to open it until Christmas, so after I  open it and return to Houston I will post a picture of Summer's handmade creation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are off to Vancouver for Christmas, so I wish you all a Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-3591775444433114173?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3591775444433114173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3591775444433114173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3591775444433114173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3591775444433114173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/12/songfest-with-summers-preschool-class.html' title='Songfest with Summer&apos;s Preschool Class'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Syx_-ROWZII/AAAAAAAABME/xHY0hbMfrvg/s72-c/DSC08230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-1817216989813521276</id><published>2009-12-11T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:45:46.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun with Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx6Se_KJI/AAAAAAAABLk/bk6-gDCHRoY/s1600-h/DSC08140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx6Se_KJI/AAAAAAAABLk/bk6-gDCHRoY/s400/DSC08140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414155685749270674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a brief update on our Christmas festivities. Summer was so excited to decorate the gingerbread house this year. If you haven't ever bought the ready to make ones at the store, you should try it. I think it is great because it comes with everything and it is still fun and yummy for the kids. Our roof kept slipping off, but eventually after about 4 tries it finally stayed with a slit down the middle. Summer did a great job with the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx6EIyHNI/AAAAAAAABLc/MuACcvVyN4c/s1600-h/DSC08151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx6EIyHNI/AAAAAAAABLc/MuACcvVyN4c/s400/DSC08151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414155681898044626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually I like to have a cute tree, with the decorations placed nicely. This year, we were given a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; lit tree from our friends who were so generous in passing on it to us. The lights didn't work, and we didn't want the tree to go to waste.  So Phil did a great job tediously pulling all the old lights off so we could string new ones on. By the time we finally got the lights on the tree Summer could not stand waiting any longer to put the ornaments on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx5nNQyyI/AAAAAAAABLU/dqLAStmGhLQ/s1600-h/DSC08085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx5nNQyyI/AAAAAAAABLU/dqLAStmGhLQ/s400/DSC08085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414155674132204322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we let her have at it. She placed them all in one general location near the bottom center of the tree. We decided to just let her keep it that way this year. She has been taking the ornaments off almost everyday and rearranging them. Maybe she will still be doing that when she has her own tree someday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I thought that if our tree was going to be fit for kids that we may as well get into it more. So, Summer and I popped popcorn and strung popcorn all around the tree. It was fun, and it kept her entertained for a couple days. I actually like the way popcorn turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx5e4Fz1I/AAAAAAAABLM/mz7YUS4x5Mc/s1600-h/DSC08089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx5e4Fz1I/AAAAAAAABLM/mz7YUS4x5Mc/s400/DSC08089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414155671895920466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loves Christmas, and looks forward to every moment of festive fun. Oh, and whenever we go to the post office she takes a label and sticks it on her shirt. I must have forgotten it was there and never took it off all day. I guess she is ready to be shipped out for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to all of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incase&lt;/span&gt; I don't get another post in before then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-1817216989813521276?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1817216989813521276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=1817216989813521276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1817216989813521276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1817216989813521276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-fun-with-summer.html' title='Christmas Fun with Summer'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SyLx6Se_KJI/AAAAAAAABLk/bk6-gDCHRoY/s72-c/DSC08140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3371546808666804691</id><published>2009-12-04T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:44:40.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Does Fall in Houston!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47fb2626ef84e80f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47fb2626ef84e80f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330237604%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C915B8CCF9BDEC54D7A06C994E70EDB24028970.72A2C10849690D9430497422FC8275912F041EE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47fb2626ef84e80f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqjZ__Q0llPVe3iM2PrXR4EPwXlg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47fb2626ef84e80f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330237604%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C915B8CCF9BDEC54D7A06C994E70EDB24028970.72A2C10849690D9430497422FC8275912F041EE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47fb2626ef84e80f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqjZ__Q0llPVe3iM2PrXR4EPwXlg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer asked me this morning if it was close to Christmas because it was snowing outside. She is so excited and loves it. It is beautiful, and we are enjoying every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-3371546808666804691?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3371546808666804691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3371546808666804691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3371546808666804691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3371546808666804691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-does-fall-in-houston.html' title='Snow Does Fall in Houston!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-8704257016202871482</id><published>2009-11-26T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:41:12.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>Well, it is done. I cooked all day long and we have stuffed ourselves. Unfortunately our turkey was a little dry. Next year I will for sure be doing things a bit differently. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the food, today I really do think of all the things I am thankful for. Here are a few:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family is definitely at the top. Seriously, what would I do with out Philip and Summer? And of course the rest of my family too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending fun time with family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pumpkin Pie which I will eat later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being creative, especially when it is going to make someone happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A clean house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A comfortable bed to sleep in, and fresh air coming through my window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trips to visit family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I could keep going on, however, I will spare you. Anyhow I just want to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving from our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.themudpuddleproject.blogspot.com"&gt;craft blog&lt;/a&gt; for my giveaway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-8704257016202871482?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/8704257016202871482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=8704257016202871482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8704257016202871482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/8704257016202871482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-873912433799250117</id><published>2009-11-23T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:37:49.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Brooch giveaway!</title><content type='html'>I am having another giveaway &lt;a href="http://www.themudpuddleproject.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on my craft blog. Head &lt;a href="http://www.themudpuddleproject.blogspot.com"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt; to check it out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things I have to blog about, but right now it is close to 1:00am and I really need to go to bed. So, come back in a day or two for an update on our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-873912433799250117?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/873912433799250117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=873912433799250117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/873912433799250117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/873912433799250117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/11/flower-brooch-giveaway.html' title='Flower Brooch giveaway!'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-3375516103835860174</id><published>2009-11-01T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:07:54.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purses, Kitchen Towels, and an Auction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;This is what I have been up to in October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4J01hmOtI/AAAAAAAABGo/tlJgUO6x37E/s400/Slide1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399263806589647570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4J0vFiuCI/AAAAAAAABGg/Vgn5IDkdfbg/s400/Slide3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399263804861364258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4J0Phi9nI/AAAAAAAABGQ/0UIM-0B7rnQ/s400/Slide1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399263796388886130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4J0RUW_iI/AAAAAAAABGY/7n_KL_VS9Uo/s400/Slide2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399263796870446626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I know I should not be like this with my own work, but I simply can't help it. I absolutely adore these purses, and I think they turned out so fun and cute. I need to make one for myself now. I do need an upgrade from the one I am currently using.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you may ask why I made them if I am not even planning on keeping one. Well, I have been making them as a donation to some dear &lt;a href="http://www.givehopetobensonandclaire.blogspot.com/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; of mine who are doing an online &lt;a href="http://www.bensonandclaireauction.blogspot.com/"&gt;auction&lt;/a&gt; to raise funds for their two sweethearts who both need transplants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I made the purses and the towel sets. I have also included just a few of my favorites from what is being offered to bid on for the auction. Check them out below, and then head &lt;a href="http://www.bensonandclaireauction.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see all the other awesome items up for bid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;The auction starts tomorrow November 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; at 8:00 am and will end November 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; at midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;So if you want one of these adorable purses, or any of my towels, simply check out the auction where they will be up for bid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4fhA35lPI/AAAAAAAABII/sWicCxtQMfQ/s400/DSC07697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399287655294407922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Pussy Willow Kitchen Towel Set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4ehOeliaI/AAAAAAAABIA/-CAe7HtZMrk/s400/il_430xN.84603726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286559434705314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Tootie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Frootie&lt;/span&gt; in Citrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eXREYs1I/AAAAAAAABHw/gX_kDTGl9to/s1600-h/DSC07737.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eXREYs1I/AAAAAAAABHw/gX_kDTGl9to/s1600-h/DSC07737.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eXREYs1I/AAAAAAAABHw/gX_kDTGl9to/s400/DSC07737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286388331426642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Cattails Kitchen Towels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eXHKWgEI/AAAAAAAABHo/qlZP3N-8-hg/s400/il_430xN.78175091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286385672093762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Resting Bird Kitchen Towels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eW6SkpHI/AAAAAAAABHg/QbZ2T-6Agn0/s1600-h/IMG_5425.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eW6SkpHI/AAAAAAAABHg/QbZ2T-6Agn0/s1600-h/IMG_5425.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eW6SkpHI/AAAAAAAABHg/QbZ2T-6Agn0/s400/IMG_5425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286382216914034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Standing Fern Kitchen Towels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eWZ3SdkI/AAAAAAAABHY/sQjXJjwfFMk/s1600-h/DSC07770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4eWZ3SdkI/AAAAAAAABHY/sQjXJjwfFMk/s400/DSC07770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399286373512541762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Retro Meets Mod Kitchen Towels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4Mb8DhMyI/AAAAAAAABHQ/3WBpxFZu6_M/s1600-h/SN854596%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4Mb8DhMyI/AAAAAAAABHQ/3WBpxFZu6_M/s400/SN854596%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399266677380690722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.housetohomeframes.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.housetohomeframes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4MblDzBiI/AAAAAAAABHI/iIPLsA0FgFM/s1600-h/Womens+top+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4MblDzBiI/AAAAAAAABHI/iIPLsA0FgFM/s400/Womens+top+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399266671207843362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modestmaven.etsy.com/"&gt;www.modestmaven.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4MbTtx8RI/AAAAAAAABHA/96zNQ-LRqlY/s1600-h/100_2396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4MbTtx8RI/AAAAAAAABHA/96zNQ-LRqlY/s400/100_2396.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399266666552094994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I am not sure who donated this, but I think it is very cute. How fun to have a spiced up wipes container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4MbPeUPWI/AAAAAAAABG4/eSxIjHfp-ts/s1600-h/owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4MbPeUPWI/AAAAAAAABG4/eSxIjHfp-ts/s400/owl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399266665413492066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); line-height: 19px; font-family:Courier, monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cranberriesandcapers.etsy.com/" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;http://www.cranberriesandcapers.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4Ma6eWslI/AAAAAAAABGw/NoytXNlt5JQ/s1600-h/baby+carrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4Ma6eWslI/AAAAAAAABGw/NoytXNlt5JQ/s400/baby+carrier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399266659776508498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:Courier, monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haveaballbaby.com/" style="color: rgb(85, 136, 170); text-decoration: none; "&gt;http://www.haveaballbaby.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Please check out all the items up for bid. They will make great Christmas and birthday gifts and will also be helping out a family in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-3375516103835860174?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/3375516103835860174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=3375516103835860174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3375516103835860174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/3375516103835860174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Purses, Kitchen Towels, and an Auction'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4J01hmOtI/AAAAAAAABGo/tlJgUO6x37E/s72-c/Slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-1956947178838608189</id><published>2009-11-01T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:06:56.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>**Halloween**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Halloween was great. I at least had a costume ready for Summer. I repurposed a black velvet floral dress and added a lot of frills to it. She loved it and I loved that she was happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the ward trunk or treat and now have a ton of candy. The weather was perfect this year. It was not hot at all, in fact we have had mild weather for the last couple weeks. I hope it stays this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Halloween is over, and we are ready for Christmas. I started playing Christmas music this morning. Just kidding. I just thought I would pretend to be like the stores. Just wait until tomorrow and they will for sure be playing those jingle tunes for Christmas. Of course the Christmas decor has been out since June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple pictures I took of Summer before her school costume parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4vlxgvBQI/AAAAAAAABI4/htNJ4GOAcnU/s1600-h/DSC07951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4vlxgvBQI/AAAAAAAABI4/htNJ4GOAcnU/s400/DSC07951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399305329256105218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4vlZg3XeI/AAAAAAAABIw/jdoK2QsXhxc/s1600-h/DSC07944_2.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4vlZg3XeI/AAAAAAAABIw/jdoK2QsXhxc/s400/DSC07944_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399305322814201314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4u1FudATI/AAAAAAAABIg/xNlYJDWycUA/s1600-h/DSC07950_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4u1FudATI/AAAAAAAABIg/xNlYJDWycUA/s400/DSC07950_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304492868763954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4u0uGvSXI/AAAAAAAABIY/yqsRnk7-Bj8/s1600-h/DSC07947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4u0uGvSXI/AAAAAAAABIY/yqsRnk7-Bj8/s400/DSC07947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304486528174450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4u0U6aahI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ts5qeewXSh4/s1600-h/DSC07945.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4u0U6aahI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ts5qeewXSh4/s1600-h/DSC07945.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4u0U6aahI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ts5qeewXSh4/s1600-h/DSC07945.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-1956947178838608189?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1956947178838608189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=1956947178838608189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1956947178838608189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1956947178838608189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/11/purses-kitchen-towels-and-auction.html' title='**Halloween**'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/Su4vlxgvBQI/AAAAAAAABI4/htNJ4GOAcnU/s72-c/DSC07951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-1489208945340735236</id><published>2009-10-26T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:03:03.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e70a5a69daa5e5bf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De70a5a69daa5e5bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330237604%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D415CFE711B051BB4CE927D0D59352A8B43068C25.7FB55EC0383B156138A1F8F1D0D15443C2B20188%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De70a5a69daa5e5bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhlWNkkdZz1B5Bfpyq-SvJ8XR0_4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De70a5a69daa5e5bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330237604%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D415CFE711B051BB4CE927D0D59352A8B43068C25.7FB55EC0383B156138A1F8F1D0D15443C2B20188%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De70a5a69daa5e5bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhlWNkkdZz1B5Bfpyq-SvJ8XR0_4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to capture Summer singing all the songs she has learned at preschool. I should have turned on a light since I don't get much natural light, but you get an idea at least. She is singing some Halloween songs and a couple alphabet songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer loves singing and performing for us at home. She also loves dancing, and playing dress up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for a daughter who likes to have fun and be creative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2209579831617571214-1489208945340735236?l=harveyhuggle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/feeds/1489208945340735236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2209579831617571214&amp;postID=1489208945340735236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1489208945340735236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2209579831617571214/posts/default/1489208945340735236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyhuggle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-been-wanting-to-capture-summer.html' title='Summer in Concert'/><author><name>Philip, Melissa, &amp;amp; Summer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/SlFbi24dPpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/n-KtTWPwcs0/S220/DSC06570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209579831617571214.post-1245563654292299586</id><published>2009-10-14T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:58:53.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Witches &amp; Giveaway!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba_6FeuozP4/StZMMUyp9kI/AAAAAAAABFY/X0uEy3ZJBoY/s400/DSC07821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392581378446063170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The newest member of the Harvey family is here visiting only for H
