<?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-8213894611872102248</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:59:47.417-07:00</updated><category term='Ainsley'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Yadda, Yadda, Yadda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-6058231211195363400</id><published>2009-01-31T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:08:01.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running again</title><content type='html'>Okay...I feel like I am coming out of my 2+ month long funk thanks to some great friends.  Just wanted to shout out to Rita and Mandy for running with me this morning.  I didn't even mind the hills (and believe me, they were icy and steep), not to mention it was fureeeeeezing.  It just felt good to do something just for me and I have really missed that.  So thank you, chicas, for thinking of me and encouraging me to come out for a great run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-6058231211195363400?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/6058231211195363400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=6058231211195363400' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/6058231211195363400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/6058231211195363400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2009/01/running-again.html' title='Running again'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-5987105023842324926</id><published>2008-12-03T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:05:23.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Festivities</title><content type='html'>Man, has it been a month....again? Not much has happened in the last month, except for Thanksgiving. We had my family over and Dave, Shar and their kids stayed the weekend with us. We had a great time. The food was good (except for my quite soggy dressing. I do not recommend making it in a crockpot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STaaNVGorsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/giznbnhxBKw/s1600-h/IMG_2485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275573567305068226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STaaNVGorsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/giznbnhxBKw/s400/IMG_2485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, my family is a very interactive bunch. Above is proof that the boys just love to get together and discuss world events, have deep spiritual discussions or just get caught up on eachother's lives. We did pull the gaming devices from their hands long enough to play a few games with us. We stayed up pretty late, full well knowing that we would have to get up at a quarter to 4:00 a.m. to go shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STabhHnMo7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/02eRIS680BI/s1600-h/IMG_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275575006792557490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STabhHnMo7I/AAAAAAAAAWE/02eRIS680BI/s400/IMG_2463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as Ty and my dad sat down to watch a movie they were out. In my family it is a definite rule to get a picture of whoever has fallen asleep in full view of the family. We were pretty tame this time. We usually like to decorate our victims before snapping a photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STadafsC47I/AAAAAAAAAWM/tTwUG-6C1f4/s1600-h/IMG_2475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275577092019512242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STadafsC47I/AAAAAAAAAWM/tTwUG-6C1f4/s400/IMG_2475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the younger cousins in their traditional stair pose. Every year we get them on our stairs. It's fun to see them grow and fill up the stairs. My kids are the goofy ones. Tyler is in that wierd "I have no clue how to smile" stage and Ainsley decided having an orange in her mouth would be hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STaeoID5SFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BzJeMgq282Q/s1600-h/IMG_2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275578425706891346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STaeoID5SFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BzJeMgq282Q/s400/IMG_2500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down with Dave and Shar to the lights at Temple Square.  They were really beautiful and the kids loved seeing them with their cousins.  This is the last picture we took down there and the kids, I think, were done with having our picture taken.  We rode frontrunner and trax and, although it took a lot longer than we thought, it was a fun experience for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-5987105023842324926?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/5987105023842324926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=5987105023842324926' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/5987105023842324926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/5987105023842324926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-festivities.html' title='Thanksgiving Festivities'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/STaaNVGorsI/AAAAAAAAAV8/giznbnhxBKw/s72-c/IMG_2485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4054493617313528080</id><published>2008-11-04T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:25:32.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 a.m. thoughts</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a migraine and after taking a handful of medication, I am waiting for it to kick in.   Whilst doing so, my thoughts are racing towards this Sunday, when I have to give a Relief Society lesson.  I chose Adversity and the Atonement a while ago, and am now lacking inspiration to give it the umph it deserves.  So, I wanted to ask you, my friends, if you have anything I can use during my lesson.  Is there a story from your life about how the Atonement has seen you through a rough patch (I will change names if necessary)?  Do you have a brilliant scripture that illistrates how the Lord is always by our side in times of need?  Anything....please!  I don't think it is fair to ask and not give so I thought I would share.  When I was a teenager, I went through an extremely self-inflicted and severe trial.  I was in over my head and had no clue what to do.  My testimony, if anything, was weak at best.  My confidence in myself was shattered and I was in a very lonely place.  However, I was fortunate enough to have people rally around me.  Out of sheer necessity, I turned toward my Heavenly Father, both for forgiveness and strength.  Both seemed to come slowly but surely.  My eyes were opened to the power of the Atonement.  It was a concept I had been taught in primary and Young Womens, but it was a bit too abstract for me to really "get".  I finally understood that the Lord really does give us trials for a purpose.  I believe he also gives us tools to see us through those trials.  For me, it was supportive family and friends.  In a situation where I could have been shunned (a much too severe word for lack of a better one), I had people all around me that defended me,  lifted me up and offered me unending support.  Without these people, I know my trial would have been much darker and more difficult to endure.  I am so thankful for the power of forgiveness.  I am so thankful for the love that Heavenly Father shows me everyday.  I am truly a blessed child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other early morning thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Rita, for asking me to run "today"!  It kicked my butt, but I am so glad to get going.  You were so kind to think of me.   I am having a bit of buyers remore with the shoes, but oh well.  By the way, I think bangs would look fabulous on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Price is Right today if you can.  My cousin, Myrna, is on it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to have my brother and sista-in-law so close again!  We look forward to chillin' with y'all more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know how to make curtains (and be willing to teach me)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better get back to bed.  The medication is kicking in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4054493617313528080?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4054493617313528080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4054493617313528080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4054493617313528080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4054493617313528080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-am-thoughts.html' title='3 a.m. thoughts'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4164872213467475218</id><published>2008-10-18T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:26:27.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am TAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cute tag on my friend's (and soon-to-be running buddy again....right?:) blog and thought it too insightful to pass up.  I like an excuse to look into myself every once in a while.  I tag YOU because I want to read your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...tired.&lt;br /&gt;I think...way too much at 1:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I want...my kids to be happy and kind.&lt;br /&gt;I have...a great husband.&lt;br /&gt;I miss...running.  I never thought I would say that and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I fear...I'm going to "found out" and all confidence in me will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;I feel...great appreciation for the gospel in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hear...my kids playing with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;I smell...bleach and lysol (bathroom cleaning day)&lt;br /&gt;I crave...some sort of chocolate almost every night before bed.&lt;br /&gt;I cry...very little in public, even though I want or need to.&lt;br /&gt;I search...for patience all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...how long Ainsley and Ty will want to hang around with me.&lt;br /&gt;I regret...way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I wish...I could travel to Oklahoma whenever I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I love...the look on Ainsley's face when I go to volunteer in her class.&lt;br /&gt;I care...about what people think of me.&lt;br /&gt;I always...have wished I had a tangable talent.&lt;br /&gt;I worry...I am doing this mom thing all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I am not...a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;I remember...my older sister tormenting me (making me pee my pants or throw up) growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I believe...I have been blessed with the best people on this earth.  I have an incredible husband, caring family, and amazing friends.  I am a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;I sing...very badly.&lt;br /&gt;I don't always...act on those small whisperings, and I always end up wishing I had.&lt;br /&gt;I argue...too much for Blake's comfort.&lt;br /&gt;I write...too little.  There are people I intend to write to, but...&lt;br /&gt;I lose...my temper too easily with my kids sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I listen...to Video Killed the Radio Star way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found...babysitting one kid or another.&lt;br /&gt;I need...to learn to say yes with a more willing heart.&lt;br /&gt;I forget...almost everything if I don't write it down.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy...when my kids come home from school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4164872213467475218?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4164872213467475218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4164872213467475218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4164872213467475218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4164872213467475218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-tag-i-saw-this-cute-tag-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4837499765139206210</id><published>2008-09-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:46:01.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do</title><content type='html'>This evening Ainsley came inside crying.  She was upset because a couple of neighbor girls were outside riding their bikes up and down the street and told Ainsley that she could not play with them.  These girls are her age and are in her class at school.  She really wants to be friends with them, but more often than not, they choose to exclude her say mean things to her like her hair isn't pretty or her coloring is bad (two things Ainsley takes pretty seriously).  So tonight one of the girls said she hated Ainsley.  It really broke her heart to be told that.  I don't know what to do about it.  Do I go and talk to the girls mothers?  I know if Ainsley were treating other kids that way I would want to know.  On the other hand, I don't want to try and fix every problem Ainsley has.  I know that is the way little girls are, like it or not.  I have tried to tell Ainsley to walk away from them when they start to be mean, but she really wants them to like her and doesn't understand what she has done to them to have them treat her so badly.  So, I'm asking for advice.  Should I let the other mothers know what is happening or should I just redirect Ainsley's attentions to other friends that do treat her well.  What are your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4837499765139206210?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4837499765139206210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4837499765139206210' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4837499765139206210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4837499765139206210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-1725769043935045408</id><published>2008-09-29T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:50:27.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just yadda-ing</title><content type='html'>I just felt like getting on and rambling a bit today.  Can I just say how excited I am for conference this weekend?  This is the first time in my entire life that I have thought or said that.  I have always looked forward to conference, but more as a "weekend off".  I have looked forward to being able to watch it in my jammies in the comfort of my home.  I have enjoyed conference, but more often than not, it has been for aforementioned selfish reasons.  This time is different.  This time I am looking forward to the messages I will get to hear.  I am excited to be counseled by people that have our best interests in mind.  I have been trying harder lately to understand the gospel.  Right now, I still feel like I have the spiritual comprehension of a sunbeam, but hopefully I will continue to grow.  I have felt the spirit so strongly on recent occasions, and it makes me realize that I have known that the gospel is true for a long time.  I just have never taken the steps to find out before.  Yesterday was Ainsley's primary program.  She memorized her line and was so proud of herself.  They sang a few of my very favorite songs and it was hard to keep the tears from flowing.  Their message was so simple and sweet and it really touched my heart.  The thought of Tyler being up there next year is so exciting. &lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have been feeling the stresses of life in the forms of many headaches and stiff shoulders.  The sad thing is I know my life isn't that stressful compared to many, many people I know.  I haven't been running (need new shoes), which I know has been a huge factor it the way I have been feeling.  I guess that I have been a lazy bum for so long, that I have a hard time adjusting to the normal rigors of everyday life.  Blake thinks I should go see a doctor about my headaches, but I don't know what he can really do about it except perscribe pain killers.  It bothers me that I am this way and I hate it that the kids see me laying down and immediately ask me if I am sick.  I just don't want to be that kind of mom, always sick.  Maybe this is a good excuse to get a weekly massage.  Now that is something to think about. &lt;br /&gt;Well, this week is full of activity.  I have our Fall Social for enrichment this Thursday.  I will be glad to have that one under my belt....only to move on to Christmas Social.  I hope everyone's week is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-1725769043935045408?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/1725769043935045408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=1725769043935045408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1725769043935045408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1725769043935045408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-yadda-ing.html' title='just yadda-ing'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-5198624378336041424</id><published>2008-09-19T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:36:01.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute HSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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I have gotten so behind, and everytime I think "I need to catch up", I just feel overwhelmed because I am so behind on this thing. It is a vicious circle in my head. So, I thought I would just summarize this last month and a half and maybe throw in a few pictures to give it a little pizzaz. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP1Wan-72I/AAAAAAAAAVY/5u-FXpWfKaw/s1600-h/IMG_2207%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247807756269711202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP1Wan-72I/AAAAAAAAAVY/5u-FXpWfKaw/s400/IMG_2207%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first week of August the kids and I went up to Idaho, with my sister Rachel, to visit Dave and Shar and their kids. We had a really great time there. They took us 4-wheeling where a small incident occured with Tyler (he slipped off a 9 foot drop while throwing rocks over it). Luckily my brother Dave was already down there and was able to grab him up off of the ground. He had a nasty bump on his noggin and a few scratches and scrapes but was most upset about getting his pants all wet (he landed in a little creek at the bottom). I know he was protected out there because all I could imagine as I saw him slip (in slow motion) was how I was going to get a bloody, unconcious little boy medical attention way out here? He calmed down after a little while and we ended up having a great time despite the mishap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP09VhPCrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YR-mDiV-1Y0/s1600-h/IMG_2206%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247807325402499762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP09VhPCrI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YR-mDiV-1Y0/s400/IMG_2206%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel returned to Japan in mid-August and we were all sad to see her go. We're not sure how soon we will be able to see her again and we were so grateful to have her for so long this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainsley had her first swim lessons this summer. She was a little scared of having to swim on her own, but she ended up having a great time. She did really well, but I think she had the most fun when she was able to socialize while waiting for her turn with the teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP18dsGVnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ce-PaitOZ98/s1600-h/IMG_2248%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247808409927308914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP18dsGVnI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ce-PaitOZ98/s400/IMG_2248%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The rest of August was a blur, between Relief Society enrichment activities, presidency meetings, Blake's bishopric meetings, getting ready for kids to go back to school, and just your everyday duties, I don't know where the month went. Ainsley started her first day of Kindergarten at the end of August. I can't believe she goes to school everyday now. She has been ready for so long and she loves her classmates and her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP2RTsplFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/exc1rAALCYc/s1600-h/IMG_2249%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247808768022516818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP2RTsplFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/exc1rAALCYc/s400/IMG_2249%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler started pre-school right after Labor Day. He has been trying to go to preshool for a year now and he was so happy he got to stay instead of just dropping Ainsley off. He has a great teacher he loves and he says he sits by his "funny friend" but he can't remember his name or what he does that is so funny. He just says he makes him laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP33UKaW6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/9P-u8V-EH3Q/s1600-h/IMG_2265%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247810520494005154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP33UKaW6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/9P-u8V-EH3Q/s400/IMG_2265%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake just celebrated his *gasp* 34th birthday. He got a new PS2 game that Tyler loves to play with him. They have become pretty tight since Ty has discovered star wars, super heros and video games. He practically paces the floor until Blake gets home. It is really cute and Blake loves the attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that pretty much brings you up to speed on our whereabouts. Thanks for putting up with this long blog. See you soon! &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/8213894611872102248-2679179949600314153?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/2679179949600314153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=2679179949600314153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/2679179949600314153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/2679179949600314153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know......'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SNP1Wan-72I/AAAAAAAAAVY/5u-FXpWfKaw/s72-c/IMG_2207%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-1264566391822035862</id><published>2008-07-29T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:35.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over mom, Aunt Rachel's in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SI_0bW7U3sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-m9NAqMrMv4/s1600-h/IMG_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228666443248492226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SI_0bW7U3sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-m9NAqMrMv4/s400/IMG_2159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been replaced.  My sister, Rachel, came a-visitin' from Japan.  It has been a highly anticipated event in the life of Ainsley (and all of us of course, but especially Ainsley).  Rachel has the honor of sharing a room with Ainlsey while she is at our house.   Ainsley has done nothing but eat, sleep and breath all things Rachel.  I couldn't read her a story last night...that was Rachel's job.  I couldn't cuddle with her and talk, that was Rachel's job.  In the morning, Rachel was the one who got to rise early with Ainsley (one job I was happy to give up at "5:44" in the morning).  Then the bomb dropped for poor mommy, it was Rachel who had to match with Ainsley today.  She couldn't have cared less if I walked out the door buck naked.  I don't think she would have even cared if I walked out the door at all, as long as her new favorite girl was with her.  I really don't mind, to be honest.  I love that she loves my sister as much as I do.  Just wanted to publicly than Rach for taking over my spot for the week.  Now I know how Blake feels.  Love ya, Lacher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-1264566391822035862?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/1264566391822035862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=1264566391822035862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1264566391822035862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1264566391822035862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/07/move-over-mom-aunt-rachels-in-town.html' title='Move over mom, Aunt Rachel&apos;s in town'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SI_0bW7U3sI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-m9NAqMrMv4/s72-c/IMG_2159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4886911394915512495</id><published>2008-07-14T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:36.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamma Phi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHumWTeOSxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/49erjpOPjRI/s1600-h/IMG_3629_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222951094980594450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHumWTeOSxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/49erjpOPjRI/s400/IMG_3629_cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the July 3rd I got to see Wende for a split second (it seemed like). She was up from Arizona for the holiday and we managed to get together some Sharmeans. It was great to see Wende, and everyone else as well, even if I did have to rush off.  Above is Stacy, Lil Amber, Wende, me and big Amber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHumWp1dhYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-YbWw09pAwo/s1600-h/IMG_3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222951100983641474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHumWp1dhYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-YbWw09pAwo/s400/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our posterity (plus the little one floating around in lil Amber's tummy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4886911394915512495?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4886911394915512495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4886911394915512495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4886911394915512495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4886911394915512495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/07/gamma-phi.html' title='Gamma Phi!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHumWTeOSxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/49erjpOPjRI/s72-c/IMG_3629_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-8767865101593377485</id><published>2008-07-09T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:36.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainsley's insights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHVB5SYrteI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KmtFtCLBRPU/s1600-h/IMG_1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221151795449673186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHVB5SYrteI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KmtFtCLBRPU/s400/IMG_1980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHVBl2XvbSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BiMhMciL7oM/s1600-h/IMG_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainsley was tagged by her cousin Abby to answer these questions. Here you go, Abs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does mommy always say to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you very much."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes mommy happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When I clean up my room"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes mommy sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When I get hurt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does mommy make you laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tickles me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was mommy like when she was little?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cute!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"33?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How tall is mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"6 inches."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does mommy like to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Keep the house clean."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is something mommy doesn't like to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mess up the whole house."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does mommy do for a job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Watch us, am I correct?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is mom's favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tacos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do mommy and Ainsley like to do together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go shopping at the mall."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know mom loves you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cause when I was a baby, I was so cute. And when I got a little older, I grew cuter and cuter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainsley tags Kennedy, Bryson and Casey&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/8213894611872102248-8767865101593377485?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/8767865101593377485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=8767865101593377485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8767865101593377485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8767865101593377485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/07/ainsleys-insights.html' title='Ainsley&apos;s insights'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SHVB5SYrteI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KmtFtCLBRPU/s72-c/IMG_1980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4538089588018089793</id><published>2008-06-30T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:37.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlE8ORYGcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/U-FnU6iQB0M/s1600-h/IMG_1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217777444699249090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlE8ORYGcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/U-FnU6iQB0M/s400/IMG_1994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't get some of my pictures to upload.  Frustrating.  Anyhoo, here are some pics that I was able to get uploaded.  Here  is a picture of some of the stairs Blake and his dad worked on.  We also put laminate down on the upstair hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlEfNR1ccI/AAAAAAAAAPA/28FhkHLHEk0/s1600-h/IMG_1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217776946216530370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlEfNR1ccI/AAAAAAAAAPA/28FhkHLHEk0/s400/IMG_1996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an after picture of the lower living room.  We painted the room and put new carpet down.  We still need to get curtains up and some crown moulding, nut for the most part it is done.  Below is a picture of the living room before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlDy7l5DDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9hAs2RDhnMc/s1600-h/IMG_1770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217776185554570290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlDy7l5DDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9hAs2RDhnMc/s400/IMG_1770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had central air put in and finally, as of last night finished our bathroom.   We had the shower and floor retiled, put in a new vanity and toilet and painted the walls.  We also put white shutters up on the window.  Now what's the next project?  Oh, I've got my ideas, no matter how many times Blake rolls his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4538089588018089793?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4538089588018089793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4538089588018089793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4538089588018089793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4538089588018089793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlE8ORYGcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/U-FnU6iQB0M/s72-c/IMG_1994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-3408752447888297802</id><published>2008-06-14T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:38.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're hicks, Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA4r-ecWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Sm2TnENG1sQ/s1600-h/IMG_1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217772985907048802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA4r-ecWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Sm2TnENG1sQ/s400/IMG_1947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a family reunion in Blackfoot. It was at Blake's Uncle and Aunts house. They had a horse in the back that Tyler fell in love with. He kept going back and petting his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA5WJqKqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/IKZ3oFBa90E/s1600-h/IMG_1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217772997228243618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA5WJqKqI/AAAAAAAAAOM/IKZ3oFBa90E/s400/IMG_1950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had fun activities for the kids like hula hooping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA6faCeEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8ULqbwFWwhs/s1600-h/IMG_1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217773016892733506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA6faCeEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8ULqbwFWwhs/s400/IMG_1957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler met a second cousin named Taylor. They hit it off right away and played together all day long. Either Taylor is short or Tyler is tall because Taylor turns 5 in September and Tyler is 3 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA6qQqbyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ki7WiPpSbh0/s1600-h/IMG_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217773019806199586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA6qQqbyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ki7WiPpSbh0/s400/IMG_1958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley found some trees to climb with her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA7tMF-AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Qf_kzkaizc4/s1600-h/IMG_1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217773037772208130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA7tMF-AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Qf_kzkaizc4/s400/IMG_1964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble blowing was another fun thing for the kids. Blake's uncle had a homemade potato launcher that thankfully only worked once. It was really loud and cared the kids a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-3408752447888297802?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/3408752447888297802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=3408752447888297802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/3408752447888297802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/3408752447888297802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/06/theyre-hicks-rita.html' title='They&apos;re hicks, Rita'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGlA4r-ecWI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Sm2TnENG1sQ/s72-c/IMG_1947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-8139396826077762181</id><published>2008-06-09T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:38.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo-licious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk8_YvRDZI/AAAAAAAAANs/SX5CnmDr8NQ/s1600-h/IMG_1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217768702955556242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk8_YvRDZI/AAAAAAAAANs/SX5CnmDr8NQ/s400/IMG_1920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a zoo pass this year instead of a Cherry Hill pass so here is our first membership visit. The kids discovered the playground they have there. We spent about an hour there alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk-TVeJ8JI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UtRgXpPw5ek/s1600-h/IMG_1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217770145187491986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk-TVeJ8JI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UtRgXpPw5ek/s400/IMG_1922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little hatchling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk-v4SCg_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DLFsZlT124s/s1600-h/IMG_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217770635568251890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk-v4SCg_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DLFsZlT124s/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably one of my favorite pictures i have taken of the kids.  They wanted to do silly faces and thi was one of the results.  I think it will be a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-8139396826077762181?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/8139396826077762181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=8139396826077762181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8139396826077762181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8139396826077762181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/06/zoo-licious.html' title='Zoo-licious'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk8_YvRDZI/AAAAAAAAANs/SX5CnmDr8NQ/s72-c/IMG_1920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-7656627057780805108</id><published>2008-06-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:39.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk48uqsNII/AAAAAAAAAM8/_okniO2n8E8/s1600-h/IMG_1898.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we got a trampoline off of KSl in hopes that our kids will actually want to stay home and play. It has been a huge hit and the kids really love it. We got it set up in time for our niece's birthday party. It was fun to watch all the little cousins jumping and giggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk5QEltecI/AAAAAAAAANE/x-RUHMgoNhk/s1600-h/IMG_1898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217764591558031810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk5QEltecI/AAAAAAAAANE/x-RUHMgoNhk/s400/IMG_1898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainsley and Bryson had a lot of fun playing together and being the "big kids" on the trampoline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk4G5OfI-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/BxxTItrvkYE/s1600-h/IMG_1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217763334377382882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk4G5OfI-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/BxxTItrvkYE/s400/IMG_1889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler and Abby being silly during "little kids" time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk4IBW7RZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qsk4_IJhLgc/s1600-h/IMG_1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217763353740133778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk4IBW7RZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qsk4_IJhLgc/s400/IMG_1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peek-a-boo birthday girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk4It5DIkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sXIqlFQUwu4/s1600-h/IMG_1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217763365694415426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk4It5DIkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sXIqlFQUwu4/s400/IMG_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy cupcakes, Aunt Shar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk4JA_FyyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ymCYG4tGYGs/s1600-h/IMG_1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217763370820029218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk4JA_FyyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ymCYG4tGYGs/s400/IMG_1911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look who has a great smile.  Joe is soooooo stinkin' cute.&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/8213894611872102248-7656627057780805108?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7656627057780805108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=7656627057780805108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7656627057780805108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7656627057780805108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/06/backyard-fun.html' title='Backyard Fun'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SGk5QEltecI/AAAAAAAAANE/x-RUHMgoNhk/s72-c/IMG_1898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-2186439578322649795</id><published>2008-05-24T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:40.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Susan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj7PoKizI/AAAAAAAAALM/IRC3ozsHcOo/s1600-h/IMG_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207045094884674354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj7PoKizI/AAAAAAAAALM/IRC3ozsHcOo/s400/IMG_1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For my birthday I wanted to go to this cute pioneer park in SLC. It was a little cold and windy, but not crowded at all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj7ogYG0I/AAAAAAAAALU/nMlirv8bFoc/s1600-h/IMG_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207045101562895170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj7ogYG0I/AAAAAAAAALU/nMlirv8bFoc/s400/IMG_1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun riding the "train" around in the village and learning about our pioneer heritage. The kids had the most fun at the petting zoo area and riding on the ponies. They have done a lot of cute things there and have added some new areas for children to play in. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj8I8iQtI/AAAAAAAAALc/EGTq0MVeSEI/s1600-h/IMG_1871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207045110270935762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj8I8iQtI/AAAAAAAAALc/EGTq0MVeSEI/s400/IMG_1871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate lunch up at the old Huntsman Hotel and witnessed a bank robbery (which by the way was so badly done that Blake and I thought it was just a dress rehearsal. Like the first dress rehearsal.) Anyhoo, all in all it was a really fun day. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj8VWrR9I/AAAAAAAAALk/7T85sucBVpg/s1600-h/IMG_1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207045113601804242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj8VWrR9I/AAAAAAAAALk/7T85sucBVpg/s400/IMG_1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake even treated me to Mexican food. After we got home, a few family members came over for pie and ice cream. Pretty low key, epecially compared to last year's big surprise bash. I had a really fun day and am now officially in my thirties. Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj804XZiI/AAAAAAAAALs/lAKy_-6QCC8/s1600-h/IMG_1881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207045122064606754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj804XZiI/AAAAAAAAALs/lAKy_-6QCC8/s400/IMG_1881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-2186439578322649795?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/2186439578322649795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=2186439578322649795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/2186439578322649795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/2186439578322649795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-susan.html' title='Happy Birthday, Susan'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMj7PoKizI/AAAAAAAAALM/IRC3ozsHcOo/s72-c/IMG_1857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-7189262427660622900</id><published>2008-05-20T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:41.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMnWRRjBnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VNwvNns1RiM/s1600-h/IMG_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207048857718031986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMnWRRjBnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VNwvNns1RiM/s400/IMG_1853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Graduation season is here, and our house is not immune to the frenzy of the end of the school year. Ainsley graduated from Miss Cindi's and is ready to move on with her life. She had such a great time learning there and she loved her classmates and Miss Cindi so much. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMnWxf5fLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CXbpNNKPCq8/s1600-h/IMG_1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207048866368158898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMnWxf5fLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CXbpNNKPCq8/s400/IMG_1846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Her program was fun to watch and she was singing louder than all the other kids, I think. She has no stage fright and loves to have the spotlight on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMnXS-01lI/AAAAAAAAAME/IOc_1HFsp3s/s1600-h/IMG_1849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207048875356247634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMnXS-01lI/AAAAAAAAAME/IOc_1HFsp3s/s400/IMG_1849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her favorite part, however, was the fact that her best boy friend, Dean, was there to watch it. I babysit him one day a week and this happened to be the day. She was glad Grandma, Mommy and Ty were there, but I know her performance was dedicated to Dean. Congradulations, Ains!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-7189262427660622900?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7189262427660622900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=7189262427660622900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7189262427660622900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7189262427660622900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-little-graduate.html' title='My little graduate'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMnWRRjBnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VNwvNns1RiM/s72-c/IMG_1853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-8101459354900916206</id><published>2008-05-17T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:42.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogden Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMfEyIC70I/AAAAAAAAAK0/fA72PXIkPxM/s1600-h/IMG_1825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207039761205882690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMfEyIC70I/AAAAAAAAAK0/fA72PXIkPxM/s400/IMG_1825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler, Laurie, Susan, Ainsley and Rita after the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third time I have run this course, and I still loved it. My cousin, Laurie, ran the half as well. She came up with her family from South Jordan and spent the night. We had a fun night and got to bed a lot later than we wanted. We also didn't sleep as soundly a we had hoped to. 4:00 a.m. came pretty early and we were off to catch the bus in Ogden to the starting line in Eden. My running partner and friend, Rita, drove and we got to the buses with no problem. We waited at the starting line for about an hour and finally the gun sounded. It was a really pretty day from the start. The weather was perfect and the aid stations along the way were plentiful (although they didn't have any vaseline...yikes!) I ran with Rita and her husband, Brent. We did really well, considering the training (or lack of). I finished a little over 2:08. Not my PR, but I'll try to break that next time. I just wanted to thank my sweet husband for bringing the kids to see me finish. Also, my ma and pa came to support me. Thanks for making it a great day.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMfGCQqPBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m_x1uW8eAbc/s1600-h/IMG_1826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207039782716849170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMfGCQqPBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/m_x1uW8eAbc/s400/IMG_1826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race, the kids rode a rigshaw to the parking lot.  They had a really fun time and the guy on the bike was so cute to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMfG-uRl3I/AAAAAAAAALE/i8mhsPp0oMc/s1600-h/IMG_1829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207039798947190642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMfG-uRl3I/AAAAAAAAALE/i8mhsPp0oMc/s400/IMG_1829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and Jefferson took the kids home on the frontrunner while Laurie and I took the car home, since we couldn't all fit.  They had a really good day and we were sad they had to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-8101459354900916206?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/8101459354900916206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=8101459354900916206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8101459354900916206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8101459354900916206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/05/ogden-half-marathon.html' title='Ogden Half Marathon'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/SEMfEyIC70I/AAAAAAAAAK0/fA72PXIkPxM/s72-c/IMG_1825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4169041049537023635</id><published>2008-05-12T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:21:12.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 long years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today is our 9th wedding anniversary.  I can't believe it has been so long, but it has gone by so fast.  Here are some points of interest of our marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1999&lt;/span&gt; May 12: We were sealed in the Bountiful Temple and honeymooned in Orlando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt; Jan: Susan had major surgery; Summer: Blake got to see the beautiful state of Oklahoma for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2001&lt;/span&gt; Feb:  we adopted our naughty dog Dolly; May: Blake graduated from Weber State with his Bachelors in Arts; June: Blake got his first "grown-up" job; September: Susan left Layton Hills Mall and went to the U (both for school and work).  I know, I don't know what I was thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt; Feb: We found out we were pregnant at last!; Oct: Our sweet baby girl was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt; Summer: Susan and Ainsley went on a long road trip with her parents and brother to Indiana - swore she would never do that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt; May: Found out we were pregnant on our 5th anniversary while visiting Susan's sister in Colorado.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt; January: Our adorable baby boy was born.; Summer: Susan went on another incredibly long road trip to West Virginia via Indiana with Susan's parents, both kids, and two nieces (really, really vowing to never do that again) August: Blake completes his MBA at the U of U!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt; May: We sell the mobile home (NEVER, NEVER buy a mobile home.....I don't care what anyone tells you!!!!)  July 24: Susan completes a marathon; August: We buy our first home in a GREAT nieghborhood, and even more important, a WONDERFUL ward.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt; We are house poor and scraping by.  Susan attempts to work part time, but hates it.  We have some great times with friends bbqing and such throughout the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; March: Blake gets a new job and we are estatic.  We celebrate by going to Disneyland.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, that's it.  I just want to say what a great husband I have.  He puts up with my moods and is always a support to me.  I take him for granted way too much and I want everyone to know that I love him.  I am so lucky to have him.  Love you hon, happy anniversary!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4169041049537023635?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4169041049537023635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4169041049537023635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4169041049537023635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4169041049537023635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-long-years.html' title='9 long years'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-6385155391874912998</id><published>2008-04-29T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:14:02.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Friends Tag!  I'm It.</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged to talk about my blog friends and family list.  Here are the rules: 1.  Answer the questions about the list of friends/family that you have on your blog.  2.  If you don't have the number of that the question asks, answer the question about the next name that you have not had a question for your list. 3.  Tag your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* When did you meet the first person on your list?&lt;/strong&gt;  I met Abby a few years ago.  She is my hair miracle worker.  She is amazing at what she does and I am lucky to have found her.  Other than being a hair magician, she is hilarious.  I love being able to talk to her because she always makes me laugh.  She is a mother of three (which include twins) and she is still sane!  She is an expert blogger and I am so jealous of how cute her blog page looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*What do you like about the third person on your lists blog?&lt;/strong&gt;  I love, love, love that it's always so entertaining to read Chip and Lindsey's blog.  They have the best senses of humor.  For a while, Lindsey was writing a mini novel (whatever happened to that, chica?) and had me wanting more and more.  I also love to see all the cute new pictures os Abby and Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*What do you like best about the 6th and 7th people on your list?&lt;/strong&gt;  Well, Dave and Shar are okay, I guess.  No really, they are probably the most amazing couple I have ever known.  Dave is hardworking, loving and kind.  Shar is an INCREDIBLE wife, mother and person.  We really admire them for the way they deal with adversity and their fun-loving natures.  We love to hang with them whenever possible and wish we could live closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and Brian are so fun to hang out with.  Whether not we will ever be able to get together again is questionable.  Quit moving so far away from us guys!  Erin is Susan's cousin and both of our husbands went to the Phillippines on their missions, so they have that bond.  They have two cute boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* How long have you known the 8th person on your list?&lt;/strong&gt;  We have known Mandy and Keith for 2 1/2 years.  I first met Mandy in our old ward after she started a running group.  The group fizzled out, but we kept running together and we became really good friends.  She made me (if that is at all possible) run a marathon with her and we will always have that precious memory, huh, Mandy.  She is one of the busiest people I know.  She is so creative, ambitious and hardworking.  She is the mother of 3 boys with another on the way.  Hurry up and have that baby so we can start running together again!  I'm sure that is the last thing on her mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*What impresses you about the 11th and 22nd person on your list?&lt;/strong&gt;  Well, since I don't have anywhere near 22 people on my list, I'll do the 11th and 2nd people.  11th is Wende.  I really miss you, by the way.  I was always so impressed by her willpower.  She always seemed to decide what she wanted and she didn't give up until she accomplished her goals.  I know that she is a great mother to her darling and scrumptious daughter.  She is also very kind.  Writing this makes me realize how much I miss you, Wende :)&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd person on my list is Becca and Lee.  Now, they are impressive merely for the fact that they managed to have children while Lee was seperated early in their marriage due to military deployments.  Also, they live in student housing up at Utah State with three kids!  Becca is one of those people that get the job done.  Period.  She takes action and whatever she does, she does well.  We were in the same sorority at Weber and she was a bit shy.  But there were a few occasions (you know when, huh Becca?) that she let loose and surprised everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*What memory do you share with the 17th person on your list?&lt;/strong&gt;  Once again, I don't have that many people on my list so I move to #4.  I attended the same ward in Oklahoma with my friend, Chris.  Actually, we didn't become friends until he started to date one of my friends.  There are a lot of good memories I have of Chris.  He went on a mission to Italy.  He was "dear johned" by my friend, but we kept in touch.  We got married within 2 days of eachother and I took their engagment pictures at Temple Square.  He is in the military now and has four kids (two of them being newborn twins).  He is also a cancer survivor and was always and amazing friend to me.  He stuck with me through a hard time in my life, and for that I will always be indebted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Say something nice about the last person on your list.&lt;/strong&gt;  Well, I already did, so I'll do the second to last person, Stacy and Joe.  Stacy and I were also in Sharmea together at Weber.  Stacy is what I aspire to be.  She is steady, down to earth, spontaneous, a planner (yes, the two can co-exsist, apparently), an outstanding mom to her four kids (congratulations, again, Stac).  I love to hang out with her because she has this calmness to her.   She has her head on right and knows what to do to make life fun and fulfilling for her family.  Joe is great to talk to.  He is funny and silly and a really nice person to be around.  We need to come down and hang out this summer, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is the part where I say everyone I talked about is tagged!  I look forward to reading your blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-6385155391874912998?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/6385155391874912998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=6385155391874912998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/6385155391874912998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/6385155391874912998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-friends-tag-im-it.html' title='Blog Friends Tag!  I&apos;m It.'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-7573677192212691255</id><published>2008-04-23T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:53:45.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while since the last post.  We have been busy spending our tax return money on improving the house.  First we had central air installed (something I have been wanting since we got married).  I cannot wait for summer and Blake is excited not to have to get up on the roof to get the swamp cooler ready for summer.  Next, we are updating our family room with new paint, new carpet, crown molding and such.  Right now I have been painting like mad so it has time to dry before the carpet is installed.  Next we are going to put laminate on the stairs and the hallway upstairs.  After that we are ripping apart our master bath and putting in new everything (tile, toilet, vanity, fixtures).  Following that, we will finally replace the toilet in the kids bathroom that oddly enough was the first thing that we needed to do on our list.  Funny how that goes.  Blake always gets a worried look in his eyes when I start looking around the house for something to update.  Our house was built in the late 80's and I think that was the last time anything was updated, save the kitchen floor, which was tiled shortly before we bought it.  Therefore, everything literally needs to be updated.  It's fun to get started finally.  It makes me feel good to put our touches into the house.  For a long time, it felt like we had all our stuff set up in someone's house; just pretending we lived there.  Anyhoo, before and after pictures of our projects will be posted as they are completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-7573677192212691255?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7573677192212691255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=7573677192212691255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7573677192212691255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7573677192212691255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/04/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-3362482744607176703</id><published>2008-03-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:42.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uYvaOqfNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uh78awS2Uj8/s1600-h/IMG_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182403736481987794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uYvaOqfNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uh78awS2Uj8/s400/IMG_1736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted about Baby Joe yet.....now I have pictures.  We have a new nephew, Joseph John.  He was born on Febraury 2nd to Chip and Lindsey.  He is adorable!!!  I can't get over how small he is and it is so fun to sit and cuddle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uYvqOqfOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Zl6bhbjEtWU/s1600-h/IMG_1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182403740776955106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uYvqOqfOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Zl6bhbjEtWU/s400/IMG_1737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley took him and was in awe.  She loves to give him little kisses on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uYwKOqfPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6Lb7yjadlm8/s1600-h/IMG_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182403749366889714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uYwKOqfPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6Lb7yjadlm8/s400/IMG_1738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-3362482744607176703?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/3362482744607176703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=3362482744607176703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/3362482744607176703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/3362482744607176703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-joe.html' title='Baby Joe'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uYvaOqfNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uh78awS2Uj8/s72-c/IMG_1736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-5813022917435793040</id><published>2008-03-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:43.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWfqOqfII/AAAAAAAAAJw/_QNj4rYpA64/s1600-h/IMG_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401266875792514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWfqOqfII/AAAAAAAAAJw/_QNj4rYpA64/s400/IMG_1690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Saturday before Easter, Grandma Stratton had all the little grandkids over for an Easter Egg hunt and dinner.  They all have a great time when they get together and they were so excited to get out into the backyard for the hunt.  Here they are waiting by the back door to go.  The Uncles hid the eggs and were creative in doing so.  When there was not candy in the eggs, they put dirt in them.  I don't think the kids really appreciated that, even though it was hilarious to watch them open the dirt filled egss and look up in confusion and disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWgKOqfJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7n4gpFuWYYE/s1600-h/IMG_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401275465727122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWgKOqfJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7n4gpFuWYYE/s400/IMG_1704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWgaOqfKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/K3qqk83Lzg8/s1600-h/IMG_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401279760694434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWgaOqfKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/K3qqk83Lzg8/s400/IMG_1705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWiaOqfLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3TxVtmUujqs/s1600-h/IMG_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401314120432818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWiaOqfLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3TxVtmUujqs/s400/IMG_1712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWjaOqfMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DNWih-y0cns/s1600-h/IMG_1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182401331300302018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWjaOqfMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DNWih-y0cns/s400/IMG_1692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty and Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-5813022917435793040?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/5813022917435793040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=5813022917435793040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/5813022917435793040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/5813022917435793040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uWfqOqfII/AAAAAAAAAJw/_QNj4rYpA64/s72-c/IMG_1690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-8849208578632552008</id><published>2008-03-19T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:43.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland-do we really have to leave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQf6OqfDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/M_Wsbp_rJ74/s1600-h/IMG_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182394674100993074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQf6OqfDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/M_Wsbp_rJ74/s400/IMG_1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake let us sleep in until 8:00 a.m. this morning!  The kids slept so good after a long day the day before.  We ate breakfast and checked out of our hotel and headed back to Dissneyland for our last day.  We went to California Adventure to ride some rides we missed and to ride Soarin' over California again.  We saw some more characters and shopped a little for souveniers.  We tried to talk the kids on going on the Tower of Terror again, but they would have none of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQgaOqfEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wb7Z09sRPkQ/s1600-h/IMG_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182394682690927682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQgaOqfEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wb7Z09sRPkQ/s400/IMG_1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back into Disneyland and had to get the picture in front of the Mickey Mouse landscaping.  It was so nice there.  All the trees had their leaves and the grass was green.  Flowers were everywhere.  We were sad to have to head back to wintery Utah.  We took the horse drawn "bus" up to Fantasyland.   They got to sit in front with the driver and grilled him with a lot of horse questions.  We decided to grab lunch at a bratwurst stand and Ty spilt his milk everywhere.  Every meal! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQg6OqfFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DY2r7Ln5Ee0/s1600-h/IMG_1675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182394691280862290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQg6OqfFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DY2r7Ln5Ee0/s400/IMG_1675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley wanted to meet more princesses, so we got into a long line and settled in for the wait.  Blake took Ty to go on some more rides (including the Jungle Book Cruise, of course).  When we were almost to the front of the line, the came back and got into line with us.  We didn't think that he would want to see the princesses but he must have warmed up to the idea because he went to them just fine today.  Prince Phillip was there again and after the kids talked to him, he took them over to Sleeping Beauty to introduce her to us.  She was really sweet with the kids and complimented Ainsley on her hair (I re-created what they had done to it the day before).  We also got to meet Pocahontas, which is one of their favorite princesses, so they were pretty happy to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQhqOqfGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1TzBMIGbC_c/s1600-h/IMG_1679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182394704165764194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQhqOqfGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1TzBMIGbC_c/s400/IMG_1679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out of Fanstasy land, we had to stop by the Snow White inlet again and then we went on a few rides in Tomorrow Land, including the rocket ride and the Buzz Lightyear ride.  By then, it was almost time to go.  We started to feel to pangs of regret for deciding to stay for only three days.  It was crazy because on our first day we were dreading 2 more days of kids whining in Disnryland.  But it turned out that we had a great exprience afterall and we can't wait to come back in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQiKOqfHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/a_JHrHU-knE/s1600-h/IMG_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182394712755698802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQiKOqfHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/a_JHrHU-knE/s400/IMG_1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-8849208578632552008?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/8849208578632552008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=8849208578632552008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8849208578632552008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8849208578632552008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/03/disneyland-do-we-really-have-to-leave.html' title='Disneyland-do we really have to leave?'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-uQf6OqfDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/M_Wsbp_rJ74/s72-c/IMG_1653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-6004062040061586547</id><published>2008-03-18T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:44.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland-this is more like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTjaOqe-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/GPqJSOef7fE/s1600-h/IMG_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181764714067819490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTjaOqe-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/GPqJSOef7fE/s400/IMG_1544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning we woke up way early (5:30 a.m.) to get to the park on our early day.  It was a struggle to wake up, but we were looking forward to beating the crowds in Fantasyland.  We went right there and rode all the cute kids rides.  They loved them all.  We went on the Dumbo ride, the Teaccups, sans Susan.  We hit all the rides that looked packed yesterday like Peter Pan, Pinnochio, Alice in Wonderland, Toad's Wild Ride and all the rest of them in that area.  Sadly, It's A Small World was closed, but the kids never seemed to notice.  The kids really enjoyed these rides a lot more than the ones they had ridden the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTj6Oqe_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VGuHTxuNGNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181764722657754098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTj6Oqe_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VGuHTxuNGNQ/s400/IMG_1555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next order of business was to get the kids their ears.  They were so excited to have their names sewed onto the back of them.  Ainsley picked out the ears that had an earring in them.  She was sold as soon as she saw them.   Ty took his time looking over all the ears but then settled on the classic black.  They looked so cute in them.  They saw their shadows with their ears on and had fun pretending they were Minnie and Mickey Mouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTkaOqfAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/al4CS8jklE8/s1600-h/IMG_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181764731247688706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTkaOqfAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/al4CS8jklE8/s400/IMG_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to wait in line for the Princess Fantasy Faire to begin.   Luckily we were pretty close to the front of the line when it began.  Ainsley and Ty were really looking forward to meeting the princesses.  We finally got to turn the corner, and who was there?  Snow White, Tyler's favorite princess!  And what did he do right away?  Freak out (not in the good way) and ran to Blake.  He clung to his neck to the whole time we were in the princess area.  I thought he would love them, but I guess I was wrong.  Ainsley, on the other hand, was more than happy to meet them.  She talked with Snow White for a bit and then Cinderella was next.  She was so sweet to Ainsley.  I could tell Ainsley was in total awe because Cinderella was just so kind to her.  I think Cinderella quickly became her favorite princess.  After Cinderella, Prince Phillip was next.  He was really sweet to Ainsley, too.  Not too hard on the eyes, either.  After meeting them, Susan took Ainsley to get her hair done at the Royal Court Salon.  We waited FOREVER, but finally Ainsley's turn came.  She asked for her hair to be done like Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTk6OqfBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tLmbPv5tqKs/s1600-h/IMG_1586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181764739837623314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTk6OqfBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tLmbPv5tqKs/s400/IMG_1586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, while Ainsley and Susan waited for their appointment, Blake took Tyler to go on some rides.  They went on the Jungle Book ride and he loved it.  He was in animal heaven.  They had all of his favorites...elephants, hippos, giraffes, zebras, lions and more.  It was such a cute ride and Ty rode it 3 more times by the time we left Disneyland.  In the afternoon we headed back to the hotel for a nap since we got up so early.  We tried to get some sleep, but the kids weren't having it.  So we laid around for a while and dozed off a little bit at a time.  We headed back to Disneyland.  Ainsley found her favorite ride, at last.  It was the Soarin' over California ride and both the kids thought it was a blast.  We went to dinner at a restaraunt in Adventureland.  We were so hungry, everything looked good.  When we got our food, we realized we weren't that hungry.  The food wasn't that great, but it was nice to sit down and eat.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTlaOqfCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E_cKfFSkoAg/s1600-h/IMG_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181764748427557922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTlaOqfCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/E_cKfFSkoAg/s400/IMG_1640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed over to see the light parade.  The kids were really tired and cranky, but we made them stay up and watch the parade.  Tyler ended up falling asleep in Susan's arms and missed the whole parade.  Ainsley got happy again once the parade started.  It was fun to see all the floats lit up and the music made it so cool.  Ainsley decided she liked parades after all.  After the parade, we headed back to the hotel to get to sleep.  We had another fun day ahead of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-6004062040061586547?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/6004062040061586547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=6004062040061586547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/6004062040061586547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/6004062040061586547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/03/disneyland-this-is-more-like-it.html' title='Disneyland-this is more like it'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-lTjaOqe-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/GPqJSOef7fE/s72-c/IMG_1544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-7461358464443551199</id><published>2008-03-17T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:44.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland---what did we get ourselves into?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gtzKOqe5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/o6iWF1krscA/s1600-h/IMG_1495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441728232192914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gtzKOqe5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/o6iWF1krscA/s400/IMG_1495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled all day Sunday and got to Anaheim that evening.  We were very pleased with the hotel we stayed in.  It was very clean, spacious and comfortable.  We took the shuttle over to Disneyland to pick up our tickets.  The kids were so excited to be there that instead of going right back to the hotel we went into Downtown Disney and window shopped a little.  We ended up going to bed at about 8:30 p.m.  We were so tired that I think we all fell alseep pretty quickly.  We got up at 6:30 a.m. so we could make it to the park before it opened.  We waited in line for a bit before the gates opened.  Ty could not understand why we were just standing there and not going in.  When we did get in we went to the Pirates ride.  The kids were excited until Ainsley realized how dark it was.  She started crying and it took a lot of convincing that it was a fun ride.  It turned out that she had fun, but it still scared her.  Tyler loved the ride.  We went on Splash Mountain and then we walked around the park a little more.  We rode the train and went into toon town and rode the little roller coaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gtzqOqe6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/v44LDQECJS0/s1600-h/IMG_1504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441736822127522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gtzqOqe6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/v44LDQECJS0/s400/IMG_1504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the kids are on the tea cups.  I took the pictures and, as my sister Rachel knows, I couldn't look up from the center of the cup without getting really sick.  After the tea cups, we went over to the California Adventure park.  We saw the Tower of Terror and decided to give it a try with the kids.  Ty was BARELY tall enough.  We got on the ride and the kids didn't seem to have much trouble with it.  It was so fun!  When we got off Ainsley and Ty refused to go on it again and were getting pretty suspicious of doing anything else.  In fact, they were begging to go back to the hotel.  We were in Disneyland and they wanted to go back to the hotel to go swimming.  We needed a break anyway, so we went back and headed for the pool which must have been 20 degrees.  We didn't stay long.  We went back to the room and let the kids watch a little t.v.  When we were getting ready to go back, they didn't want to go!  I couldn't believe it.  It was our fault, though.  We had made them go on so many scary rides and they hadn't seen that many characters yet, so they were pretty sure Disneyland wasn't as fun as they had been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gt0qOqe7I/AAAAAAAAAII/FECWRkXfzLY/s1600-h/IMG_1518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441754001996722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gt0qOqe7I/AAAAAAAAAII/FECWRkXfzLY/s400/IMG_1518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we decided that we brought the kids and we needed to make it fun for the kids.  We told them no more scary rides and the rest of the vacation would be kids' choice.  We had a better evening.  We got to meet a few more characters.  Tyler loves Snow White and the Seven Dwarfes so when he saw his favorite, Dopey, he had to meet him.  He even got to meet the witch from Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gt1KOqe8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2h4lA_YpH-c/s1600-h/IMG_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441762591931330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gt1KOqe8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2h4lA_YpH-c/s400/IMG_1520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley met Goofy while Ty was meeting Dopey.  He was being so silly to the kids in the line and Ainsley was laughing at it all.  She went right up to him and gave him a big hug.  We got to watch the new Pixar Parade.  They had all the Pixar characters and the kids had fun recognizing them and anticipating which one would be coming next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gt16Oqe9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/n-mwWfkBWPI/s1600-h/IMG_1509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441775476833234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gt16Oqe9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/n-mwWfkBWPI/s400/IMG_1509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, we headed back to the Disneyland park.  We stumbled upon this little area where there were Snow White and the Seven Dwarfes statues and a little wishing fountain that played the wishing song from the movie.  They loved singing along with the song and throwing money into the well.  At the middle of the day, we were wondering if coming was a huge mistake but by the end, everyone was enjoying themselves and looking forward to the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-7461358464443551199?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7461358464443551199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=7461358464443551199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7461358464443551199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7461358464443551199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/03/disneyland-what-did-we-get-ourselves.html' title='Disneyland---what did we get ourselves into?'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gtzKOqe5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/o6iWF1krscA/s72-c/IMG_1495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-2405232723528696877</id><published>2008-03-09T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:45.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gNPqOqe3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LKGE5cb8Hvo/s1600-h/IMG_1479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181405933974748018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gNPqOqe3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LKGE5cb8Hvo/s400/IMG_1479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking Dolly for a walk (in her brand new outfit so she could show it off), Ainsley tripped and landed on her face.  Her tooth just about broke through her lip and she got a bit of road rash and a bruise.  Naturally, this happens a week before our big picture taking event....Dinseyland.  She was pretty upset about falling down, not because she has mangled her face, but because she has put a hole in her new tights.  She was so embarressed about it that she didn't even want Blake to see.  Luckily, she healed very quickly and the pain was gone within a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gNQqOqe4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QntT-_MShv8/s1600-h/IMG_1483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181405951154617218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gNQqOqe4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QntT-_MShv8/s400/IMG_1483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her scraped knee (the site of the hole in her new tights).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-2405232723528696877?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/2405232723528696877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=2405232723528696877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/2405232723528696877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/2405232723528696877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R-gNPqOqe3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LKGE5cb8Hvo/s72-c/IMG_1479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-1807869280266495383</id><published>2008-03-06T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:54:47.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake Got a New Job and We're Going to Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>Blake was offered a job at a new company and we are soooooo excited.  He starts at the end of the month and he's going to have to start accruing vacation time all over again.  He has a week off in the middle of leaving his old job and starting his new job.  We thought we would be responsible and work on our bathroom remodel during that time.  That didn't last too long (especially with me throwing ideas at him left and right).  I know he has a weak spot for all things Disney, so I kept pushing the idea of going to Disneyland.  He caved, finally, so we are going in a little more than a week!!!!  I don't know what I am more excited about, his new job or going on vacation.  We haven't been with the kids yet, so this is going to be a whole new experience.  If any of you have any suggestions about the best way to see everything in the park, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-1807869280266495383?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/1807869280266495383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=1807869280266495383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1807869280266495383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1807869280266495383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/03/blake-got-new-job-and-were-going-to.html' title='Blake Got a New Job and We&apos;re Going to Disneyland!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-3809362693565714674</id><published>2008-02-29T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:45.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa0b1fa0d27320df" 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://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa0b1fa0d27320df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C62BC340BF0CDD8A897915EF9BF474DF23C7DDA.3F11F5B0CB190D86E99D7F152F38DCB2DEC4D202%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa0b1fa0d27320df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoRdll129e1yCcO54y9NYXtRoMDw&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://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa0b1fa0d27320df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C62BC340BF0CDD8A897915EF9BF474DF23C7DDA.3F11F5B0CB190D86E99D7F152F38DCB2DEC4D202%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa0b1fa0d27320df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoRdll129e1yCcO54y9NYXtRoMDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a reward for learning to use the potty, Grandma Harding to him to the zoo. Amanda and Ella, and Ainsley and I got to tag along. It was a beautiful day, I think in the mid 50's (which really is nice compared to what we have had all winter). The animals were all out and active and the kids, especially animal lover Ty, had a blast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R8tNfsCGgzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Utge2-66iFc/s1600-h/IMG_1443%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173313803756405554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R8tNfsCGgzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Utge2-66iFc/s400/IMG_1443%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first thing we did was ride on the zoo train. Ty was so excited to get on that train. He got to sit by his little cousin Ella, which he has made into quite an animal lover herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R8tOVcCGg0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_eYt42f_gcs/s1600-h/IMG_1466%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173314727174374210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R8tOVcCGg0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_eYt42f_gcs/s400/IMG_1466%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had fun walking around looking at all the animals. Here the kids are looking at the zebras, a Tyler favorite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R8tPBcCGg1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YWznbQ6RhYc/s1600-h/IMG_1469%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173315483088618322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R8tPBcCGg1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YWznbQ6RhYc/s400/IMG_1469%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This lepeord was pacing back and forth in front of the window right by the kids. He would even snarl at them when he turned around. The kids would squeal every time he would come by. It was hilarious. I think the top video shows a little of it, but I caught it at the end, so it wasn't a enthusiastic as it was when they first got there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-3809362693565714674?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa0b1fa0d27320df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/3809362693565714674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=3809362693565714674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/3809362693565714674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/3809362693565714674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/02/lions-and-tigers-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R8tNfsCGgzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Utge2-66iFc/s72-c/IMG_1443%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-7335873855887778950</id><published>2008-02-22T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:45.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites the Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R77iZ_ygZFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ufwOtIGzt5s/s1600-h/IMG_1434%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169818358515786834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R77iZ_ygZFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ufwOtIGzt5s/s400/IMG_1434%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a Sharmea shower for CarrieAnn last night.  She's getting married on March 1st.  Sharmea was my old Sorority at Weber and whenever someone got engaged, we would throw them a honeymoon shower.  We haven't gotten together in a loooong time and it was really fun seeing some girls that I haven't seen in years.  Pictured are: Stacy Pawloski, Amber Goff, me (Susan Harding), CarrieAnn McBeth, Jodi Davis, Amber Winward and Amanda Neilsen.  We need to get together a lot more often, chicas!  Gamma Phi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-7335873855887778950?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7335873855887778950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=7335873855887778950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7335873855887778950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7335873855887778950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites the Dust'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R77iZ_ygZFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ufwOtIGzt5s/s72-c/IMG_1434%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-1733564405407054649</id><published>2008-02-08T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:49:28.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am so excited!  Ty pooped in the potty for the first time!  I am way more excited than he is about this.  I was actually giddy...called my parents, Blake's parents, my best friend in Oklahoma.   They all seemed pretty happy about it, but I'm pretty sure that they all thought i was a little TOO over the top about it.  Am I really out of the diaper stage?  I hope so.   After 5+ years of it, I am ready for a break.  Y'all are lucky I didn't take a picture of it.  Believe me, I was tempted.  It is so fun having the kids grow up.  I love the baby thing, but I really don't miss stages once they pass.  I love it when Ainsley surprises me with a new word she knows how to read or when Ty knows what some obscure animal is.  I love watching them grow into new emotions and new way of expressing them.  So, yeah for going potty, Ty!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-1733564405407054649?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/1733564405407054649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=1733564405407054649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1733564405407054649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1733564405407054649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/02/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!!!!!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4789782666588564731</id><published>2008-01-15T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:46.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqsXTUkFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YNL5pGpUVoY/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163494283182116946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqsXTUkFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YNL5pGpUVoY/s320/Camera+1.0.1+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ty's birthday we went to Classic to play on the huge blown up toys.  The kids thought they were in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqs3TUkGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lvJcW6AmQEY/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163494291772051554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqs3TUkGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lvJcW6AmQEY/s320/Camera+1.0.1+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They jumped forever in this toy.  We had to literally grab them and drag them out when it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqtHTUkHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aj5zZqDp7P8/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163494296067018866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqtHTUkHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aj5zZqDp7P8/s320/Camera+1.0.1+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this toy the kids pretended to be American Gladiators and they kept knocking eachother down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqt3TUkII/AAAAAAAAAGY/q03ssIgPuFM/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163494308951920770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqt3TUkII/AAAAAAAAAGY/q03ssIgPuFM/s320/Camera+1.0.1+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the huge slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hquXTUkJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/g7fkgOBGOaM/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163494317541855378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hquXTUkJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/g7fkgOBGOaM/s320/Camera+1.0.1+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this kid had a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4789782666588564731?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4789782666588564731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4789782666588564731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4789782666588564731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4789782666588564731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-ty.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ty!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6hqsXTUkFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YNL5pGpUVoY/s72-c/Camera+1.0.1+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4159466402929205644</id><published>2008-01-14T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:47.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's three!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6HiMHTUkEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uEYB0yExHcs/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161655345689694274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6HiMHTUkEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uEYB0yExHcs/s320/Camera+1.0.1+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty had his third birthday party at Grandma and Grandpa Harding's house.  Grandma and Grandpa Stratton came and he had so much fun having both sets together at the ame time.  He opened his presents first and was delighted with what he was given.  Here he is "making music" as he likes to say whenever he is maiking any sort of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6Hh0HTUkAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cX1HtfAdmxA/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161654933372833794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6Hh0HTUkAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cX1HtfAdmxA/s320/Camera+1.0.1+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, Ty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6Hh0XTUkBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AWOsfGtJn1Y/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161654937667801106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6Hh0XTUkBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AWOsfGtJn1Y/s320/Camera+1.0.1+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty likes to eat with an audience and tonight was no exception.  Notice all the animals surrounding his plate "watching" him eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6Hh1XTUkDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pkEmvFIehwY/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161654954847670322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6Hh1XTUkDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pkEmvFIehwY/s320/Camera+1.0.1+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler in grandparent heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4159466402929205644?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4159466402929205644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4159466402929205644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4159466402929205644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4159466402929205644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-whos-three.html' title='Look who&apos;s three!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R6HiMHTUkEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uEYB0yExHcs/s72-c/Camera+1.0.1+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-7970169940267784212</id><published>2008-01-11T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T14:09:33.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ainsley singing one of her favorite songs. Let's see if you can guess what it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb73a86151a2572e" 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://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb73a86151a2572e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15D3BBF4A7411F5FED7CDC90009740CD94A0F4D9.8441DF7AD82132157C1593DD5CB36F3D47EAB2BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb73a86151a2572e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPChWkSC694wu-ZXeiwZyE9VU4kE&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://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb73a86151a2572e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15D3BBF4A7411F5FED7CDC90009740CD94A0F4D9.8441DF7AD82132157C1593DD5CB36F3D47EAB2BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb73a86151a2572e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPChWkSC694wu-ZXeiwZyE9VU4kE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We listen to it over and over again in the car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-7970169940267784212?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7970169940267784212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=7970169940267784212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7970169940267784212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/7970169940267784212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/01/ainsley-singing-one-of-her-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-9031423403343627687</id><published>2008-01-11T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:39:30.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2006b6579e3a4bc4" 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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2006b6579e3a4bc4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EC6C8F3491D56F3D56EBECCF776BF0D2744024C.6F0CDC5B07ED2532B55FA8FEA43026DD94CB523F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2006b6579e3a4bc4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSmNgH8XGt8eZ-Og7QIPGzDupd18&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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2006b6579e3a4bc4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330293069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EC6C8F3491D56F3D56EBECCF776BF0D2744024C.6F0CDC5B07ED2532B55FA8FEA43026DD94CB523F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2006b6579e3a4bc4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSmNgH8XGt8eZ-Og7QIPGzDupd18&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ty is so funny.  Whenever we pray, he scrunches up his face for some reason.  It is so funny to watch.  Here he is saying the blessing before a meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-9031423403343627687?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2006b6579e3a4bc4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/9031423403343627687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=9031423403343627687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/9031423403343627687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/9031423403343627687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/01/ty-is-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-1106304882230248969</id><published>2008-01-10T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:47.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R5N98MWaC3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RmW2Pz46dCQ/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157604471330179954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R5N98MWaC3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RmW2Pz46dCQ/s320/Camera+1.0.1+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R5N6rcWaC2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7R6oMGOBe8s/s1600-h/IMG_1367%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157600885032487778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R5N6rcWaC2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7R6oMGOBe8s/s320/IMG_1367%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainsley's wonderful pre-school teacher took them on a field trip to a fire station and our neighborhood wal-mart. She had a blast looking around the fire station and even convinced the fireman that the kids should be able to get into the truck. They did a great demo about how they look and sound when they are all dressed up in their fire protection. They explained why they looked and sounded (with their oxygen on) the way they do and told the kids not to hide from them if they see them coming to help them in a fire. Those firemen did a great job and I thank them for all they do for our communities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R5N-S8WaC4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QlPujUjwKzA/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157604862172203906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R5N-S8WaC4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/QlPujUjwKzA/s320/Camera+1.0.1+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was off to the neighborhood wal-mart to talk about nutrition and learn about different parts of the store.  They gave the kids warm, fresh tortillas.  They got to walk around the store and even go into the back where the freezers and refridgerators were.  They had a great time.&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/8213894611872102248-1106304882230248969?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/1106304882230248969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=1106304882230248969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1106304882230248969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/1106304882230248969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/01/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R5N98MWaC3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RmW2Pz46dCQ/s72-c/Camera+1.0.1+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-889383982711710137</id><published>2008-01-10T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:48.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YtgsWaCxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ufe1kyTlDwQ/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153856863256316690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YtgsWaCxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ufe1kyTlDwQ/s320/Camera+1.0.1+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had so much snow that the kids wanted to make a sled run out of a pile of it near the driveway.  Ainsley let Ty take the first turn (she was a bit nervous about it and needed Ty to be the guinea pig).  Ty made it look o fun that she joined him after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Ytg8WaCyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O5usc0jE8ns/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153856867551284002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Ytg8WaCyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/O5usc0jE8ns/s320/Camera+1.0.1+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are at the top of their little "hill". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YthMWaCzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Eao86b8nIyU/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153856871846251314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YthMWaCzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Eao86b8nIyU/s320/Camera+1.0.1+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After they scoot themselves forward, they squeal with delight as they slide down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YthsWaC0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fQNkzTVDahk/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153856880436185922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YthsWaC0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fQNkzTVDahk/s320/Camera+1.0.1+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After they were done sledding, Ty decided he wanted to start a snowball fight with mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Yth8WaC1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/D9c6D6JBdKs/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153856884731153234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Yth8WaC1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/D9c6D6JBdKs/s320/Camera+1.0.1+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Ainsley said she wanted to head inside for some hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YrwsWaCtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AKq3aBtVoHw/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YrxMWaCuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LDfC9OXspO0/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YrxsWaCvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ns0ehYAcm4g/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Yrx8WaCwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M3XvYHM7slE/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-889383982711710137?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/889383982711710137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=889383982711710137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/889383982711710137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/889383982711710137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4YtgsWaCxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ufe1kyTlDwQ/s72-c/Camera+1.0.1+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-2095943912499189799</id><published>2008-01-01T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T08:48:37.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>We celebrated the approaching new year at the house of our good friends, Amber and Pete Goff. We ate some yummy food and played games. Amber and Matt Winward were there also. Matt entertained us and the kids there with some magic tricks and we all found out how little we know about music. We had a great time and it was fun to see everyone. We even stayed until midnight to ring in the New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-2095943912499189799?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/2095943912499189799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=2095943912499189799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/2095943912499189799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/2095943912499189799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-8015830305342844269</id><published>2007-12-26T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:49.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Uik8WaCmI/AAAAAAAAADA/pKU6EwxGxlY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Camera+1.0.1+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153563366666144354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Uik8WaCmI/AAAAAAAAADA/pKU6EwxGxlY/s200/Copy+of+Camera+1.0.1+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UilcWaCnI/AAAAAAAAADI/1kc5WO82O9Y/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153563375256078962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UilcWaCnI/AAAAAAAAADI/1kc5WO82O9Y/s200/Camera+1.0.1+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Uil8WaCoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Pji5LXdKJrg/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153563383846013570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Uil8WaCoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Pji5LXdKJrg/s200/Camera+1.0.1+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UimcWaCpI/AAAAAAAAADY/KDboPmDyQP4/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153563392435948178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UimcWaCpI/AAAAAAAAADY/KDboPmDyQP4/s200/Camera+1.0.1+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UimsWaCqI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yhe8ugLtSAs/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153563396730915490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UimsWaCqI/AAAAAAAAADg/Yhe8ugLtSAs/s200/Camera+1.0.1+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Christmas came again this year...much too quickly for the adults and much too slow for the kids. On Christmas Eve, the Stratton's ate dinner at our house (Blake made the turkey!). Then we braved the snow and drove to Susan's parents to open presents. The kids were so excited to see their cousin Abby and get to play with her. They wanted to open their Christmas jammies first so they could wear them while they opened their other presents. Afterwards, we packed up our loot and went home. In the morning the kids got up late and we only had time to look at what Santa brought us, then we had to hurry over to Blake's parents house for breakfast. We hung out there until after Christmas dinner then headed home to finish our Christmas. Ainsley got her monkey slippers she had longed for and Ty got a whole mess of animals that he asked Santa for. Ty wasn't feeling very good and fell asleep halfway through opening presents and Ainsley wanted to head out right away to ride her new bike.  All in all it was a satisfying holiday. Blake even took the day after Christmas off to hang out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-8015830305342844269?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/8015830305342844269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=8015830305342844269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8015830305342844269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/8015830305342844269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4Uik8WaCmI/AAAAAAAAADA/pKU6EwxGxlY/s72-c/Copy+of+Camera+1.0.1+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4363126548924257931</id><published>2007-12-18T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:50.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ainsley'/><title type='text'>Ainsley's Christmas Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UNJ8WaCYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DXtBeRTJ-uo/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153539813065492866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UNJ8WaCYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DXtBeRTJ-uo/s200/Camera+1.0.1+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UKvcWaCVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vlxJWEi2QRY/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153537158775703890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UKvcWaCVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vlxJWEi2QRY/s200/Camera+1.0.1+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UNJsWaCXI/AAAAAAAAABI/7attltgfF7U/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153539808770525554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UNJsWaCXI/AAAAAAAAABI/7attltgfF7U/s200/Camera+1.0.1+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UKvMWaCUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ImE2AJNqI6M/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UKv8WaCWI/AAAAAAAAABA/3AtEgQfZ1WU/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On December 18, Ainsley's preschool class held their Christmas program. It was really cute. They recited a lot of fun poems and sang songs they had learned in pre-school and some holiday songs too. Ainsley has a good friend in her class and they were happy they got to stand by eachother during the program.  Blake even suprised her by coming up from work just to see her program and go to lunch with us.  She was so happy because she really wanted him to be there.&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/8213894611872102248-4363126548924257931?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4363126548924257931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4363126548924257931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4363126548924257931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4363126548924257931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2007/12/ainsleys-christmas-program.html' title='Ainsley&apos;s Christmas Program'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UNJ8WaCYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DXtBeRTJ-uo/s72-c/Camera+1.0.1+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4392103905073430231</id><published>2007-12-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:50.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Lights at Temple Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UbcMWaCkI/AAAAAAAAACw/U2L4cAqBIGA/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153555519760894530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UbcMWaCkI/AAAAAAAAACw/U2L4cAqBIGA/s320/Camera+1.0.1+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UaKMWaCgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qj6faqsyt9s/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153554111011621378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UaKMWaCgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qj6faqsyt9s/s200/Camera+1.0.1+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UaOsWaCiI/AAAAAAAAACg/44r1M3wxt1I/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153554188321032738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UaOsWaCiI/AAAAAAAAACg/44r1M3wxt1I/s200/Camera+1.0.1+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UcNsWaClI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WT9sN8HVxCQ/s1600-h/Camera+1.0.1+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153556370164419154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UcNsWaClI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WT9sN8HVxCQ/s200/Camera+1.0.1+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met Susan's cousin, Laurie, and her family at Temple Square in Salt Lake to see the Christmas lights. It was a nice evening, the lights were beautiful and it was not crowded at all. We walked around and watched the Christmas Story out on the lawn. The kids had a good time looking at the lights on all the trees and going to see the Chritus statue in the visitors center. The loved seeing the temple all lit up. Ty kept calling it a castle. Afterward, we went to Laurie's house to eat and have what else...hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213894611872102248-4392103905073430231?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4392103905073430231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4392103905073430231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4392103905073430231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4392103905073430231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2008/01/lights-at-temple-square.html' title='The Lights at Temple Square'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R4UbcMWaCkI/AAAAAAAAACw/U2L4cAqBIGA/s72-c/Camera+1.0.1+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213894611872102248.post-4546767955116858614</id><published>2007-12-13T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:29:50.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bloggers...be patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R2Gx-yX2eFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nzJzZvo6lyA/s1600-h/B4+8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143587941665634386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R2Gx-yX2eFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nzJzZvo6lyA/s320/B4+8x10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...so after a lot of urging from friends, we're going to try this out. Wish us luck and if you have any tips, please, we can use all the help we can get.&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/8213894611872102248-4546767955116858614?l=blakensusanharding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4546767955116858614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213894611872102248&amp;postID=4546767955116858614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4546767955116858614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213894611872102248/posts/default/4546767955116858614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blakensusanharding.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-bloggersbe-patient.html' title='New bloggers...be patient'/><author><name>The Hardings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14853894910886358617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zdYR3TAY9DY/R2Gx-yX2eFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nzJzZvo6lyA/s72-c/B4+8x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
