<?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-7539353614543678108</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:43:27.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halsted's Happenings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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>416</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5916436990345664956</id><published>2012-01-27T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:33:08.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make My Day</title><content type='html'>My sister and her husband are that couple that MIIIGHT make you puke.  Insanely gorgeous.  Both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJjdMBnK1vc/TyKzB7AeMhI/AAAAAAAAFLI/-nbOko6MT6k/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJjdMBnK1vc/TyKzB7AeMhI/AAAAAAAAFLI/-nbOko6MT6k/s400/DSC_0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702316923805381138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their smiles in this one, despite the scary eyes :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tauu4DXFj8k/TyK0ulJ5w1I/AAAAAAAAFLU/3RBGv9FCqX8/s1600/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tauu4DXFj8k/TyK0ulJ5w1I/AAAAAAAAFLU/3RBGv9FCqX8/s400/IMG_2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702318790545097554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanely intelligent.  Both of them.  Insanely sweet.  One of them.  (heheheheehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,  honestly they are insanely creative.  From their home to Derek's art  and music to Stephanie's sewing to their fashion.  This is an  inspirational couple.  Here are a few of my favorite things they have made for  our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEWING&lt;br /&gt;Effalie and Brighty--Steph made these  elephants for the girls for Christmas and Amelia takes hers everywhere.   She sleeps with her and named her such a precious name- Effalie.  I'm  not sure when my sister learned how to sew an elephant, but she did and  they are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a8dkFtsv7w/TyI1TSfHBxI/AAAAAAAAFKA/caNujr2rYvI/s1600/IMG_4985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a8dkFtsv7w/TyI1TSfHBxI/AAAAAAAAFKA/caNujr2rYvI/s400/IMG_4985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702178683700578066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steph  made me an iPad cover for Christmas and I love it so much.  It keeps  the dust off of it and keeps it protected and the color is gorgeous.  My  favorite touch is the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_cDiaJ0lpA/TyI2GLruwLI/AAAAAAAAFKM/aqwDiQxfD3g/s1600/IMG_5118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_cDiaJ0lpA/TyI2GLruwLI/AAAAAAAAFKM/aqwDiQxfD3g/s400/IMG_5118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702179558047793330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I  don't know what category this falls under really.  Is this embroidery? I  don't even know the term, but I do know that I love it.  This looks so  vintage and simple and sweet.  Seriously a favorite and will be great in  her new (in progress, not even really started) sunshine room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oW7TpmdUuNs/TyI2GZSceWI/AAAAAAAAFKY/8ncnmoPzNp0/s1600/IMG_5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oW7TpmdUuNs/TyI2GZSceWI/AAAAAAAAFKY/8ncnmoPzNp0/s400/IMG_5119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702179561699834210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting-- I wish Derek would paint me a bazillion paintings, but I have had to be satisfied with The Wheatfield for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt;  years.  It still remains faithfully over my couch and I love it.   Please excuse a very blurry Buzz jumping off her chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSyx6Ij2ENU/TyKunvnAubI/AAAAAAAAFKk/rjYIOlzfZhw/s1600/IMG_3979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OSyx6Ij2ENU/TyKunvnAubI/AAAAAAAAFKk/rjYIOlzfZhw/s400/IMG_3979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702312076022692274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  recently painted this for Elise and it is so cute!  We used it for  her  Sunshine Party and I'm so excited to use it in her room too.  This isn't the best picture, but the painting says You Are My Sunshine in cutout letters.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaDqHiZoOQ4/TyKwOzrRUzI/AAAAAAAAFKw/a6R10iD1rv0/s1600/DSC_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaDqHiZoOQ4/TyKwOzrRUzI/AAAAAAAAFKw/a6R10iD1rv0/s400/DSC_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702313846640825138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalkboard  A- Derek made this for Amelia and she has had such a great time drawing  on it and the fact that it is her first initial somehow makes it that  much more cool to draw on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gD-0BDpJQpU/Tx1fLNpZV6I/AAAAAAAAFGo/bwQCgOVNV0g/s1600/IMG_4968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gD-0BDpJQpU/Tx1fLNpZV6I/AAAAAAAAFGo/bwQCgOVNV0g/s400/IMG_4968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700817349567403938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steph and Derek we love all the things that you make for our family!! Very special to have hand made things to cherish.  Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-5916436990345664956?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5916436990345664956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/make-my-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5916436990345664956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5916436990345664956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/make-my-day.html' title='Make My Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-xJjdMBnK1vc/TyKzB7AeMhI/AAAAAAAAFLI/-nbOko6MT6k/s72-c/DSC_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-3364711386447121841</id><published>2012-01-23T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:35:48.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Back</title><content type='html'>Elise did so much better at church Sunday!  She stayed the whole two hours and I never got paged.  YIPPPEEE.  We had a great service and then we were off for a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a party for Jared and I just can't believe he is 13!  It was a ton of fun and Jen had adorable treat bags for the little girls.  She has a lot of great toys at her house and everyone had a wonderful time.  Love being together with my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Meme's new perm look awesome?  Such a cute pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRrDZ5idmwo/Tx4sclmow6I/AAAAAAAAFG0/8_YhKRMUAY0/s1600/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mRrDZ5idmwo/Tx4sclmow6I/AAAAAAAAFG0/8_YhKRMUAY0/s400/DSC_0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701043047939752866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-5HzAFrg8Q/Tx4w2S9LgNI/AAAAAAAAFII/6rWjYHF-kno/s1600/DSC_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-5HzAFrg8Q/Tx4w2S9LgNI/AAAAAAAAFII/6rWjYHF-kno/s400/DSC_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701047887657140434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UjxVgqegyU/Tx4sdBqm7xI/AAAAAAAAFHM/U63UErpVMeI/s1600/DSC_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9UjxVgqegyU/Tx4sdBqm7xI/AAAAAAAAFHM/U63UErpVMeI/s400/DSC_0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701043055472602898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lv5g5r9iTAc/Tx4seBhFyzI/AAAAAAAAFHk/AVHQX7JEWKI/s1600/DSC_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lv5g5r9iTAc/Tx4seBhFyzI/AAAAAAAAFHk/AVHQX7JEWKI/s400/DSC_0839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701043072612551474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do love taking pictures of important events.  Well, of any event really. :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF23P9WhIKA/Tx4sc7AkVJI/AAAAAAAAFG8/7r-AUro03VE/s1600/DSC_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GF23P9WhIKA/Tx4sc7AkVJI/AAAAAAAAFG8/7r-AUro03VE/s400/DSC_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701043053685658770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITFVBhAvsYg/Tx4w2FUaOsI/AAAAAAAAFH8/bwoarIdh8cg/s1600/DSC_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITFVBhAvsYg/Tx4w2FUaOsI/AAAAAAAAFH8/bwoarIdh8cg/s400/DSC_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701047883996478146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvmLXMq06Bg/Tx4tX49aCUI/AAAAAAAAFHw/F7c0AKK7TZA/s1600/DSC_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DvmLXMq06Bg/Tx4tX49aCUI/AAAAAAAAFHw/F7c0AKK7TZA/s400/DSC_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701044066747812162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUdaPdix4Kk/Tx4sd95NmfI/AAAAAAAAFHY/YGWoI508bLA/s1600/DSC_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUdaPdix4Kk/Tx4sd95NmfI/AAAAAAAAFHY/YGWoI508bLA/s400/DSC_0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701043071639984626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then after a quick nap we were off to Greg's birthday party.  Amelia was elated to have two parties in one day.  And Mom had given her a new dress as we were leaving Jen's and she just had to wear it to the party.  She said, "Mom, I wouldn't wear the SAME dress that I wore to Jared's party you silly."  Oh my, I didn't realize; we had an immediate wardrobe change and then we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another great party! The dogs were a big hit as usual and the pizza and cookie cake were delish.  G brought Cars Memory and Cooties to play and Amelia had a blast doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P76CJah6G_0/Tx4xy8cDPtI/AAAAAAAAFJE/Tbp0yozn7Fc/s1600/DSC_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P76CJah6G_0/Tx4xy8cDPtI/AAAAAAAAFJE/Tbp0yozn7Fc/s400/DSC_0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701048929584627410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WonAPiuUQ4/Tx4zXTqqWeI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/X8Xwcm5qdbc/s1600/DSC_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WonAPiuUQ4/Tx4zXTqqWeI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/X8Xwcm5qdbc/s400/DSC_0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701050653806844386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QfBKmGdhXs/Tx4zXhay5cI/AAAAAAAAFJc/ZAFPj3f0ej0/s1600/DSC_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QfBKmGdhXs/Tx4zXhay5cI/AAAAAAAAFJc/ZAFPj3f0ej0/s400/DSC_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701050657498392002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJpaLvI_M14/Tx40xTC_QsI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/jmo_av-AJ1Q/s1600/DSC_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJpaLvI_M14/Tx40xTC_QsI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/jmo_av-AJ1Q/s400/DSC_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701052199828669122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwFivkPfifY/Tx4xxRVMOvI/AAAAAAAAFIU/I_YG_ue6Cy4/s1600/DSC_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwFivkPfifY/Tx4xxRVMOvI/AAAAAAAAFIU/I_YG_ue6Cy4/s400/DSC_0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701048900833262322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia "won" at memory and I was trying to get her to tell Greg that he did a good job.  Her response: "Good try Greg, but I STILL won."  She is very obsessed with winning.  Sigh, me too.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mn9zrXyj_Rc/Tx4zYU_Np2I/AAAAAAAAFJo/xXRoIsxc4S8/s1600/DSC_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mn9zrXyj_Rc/Tx4zYU_Np2I/AAAAAAAAFJo/xXRoIsxc4S8/s400/DSC_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701050671341348706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is craaazy about Greg and it was so cute to see her sing Happy  Birthday to him.  And help him spit out, um I mean blow out, his  candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4erfiWJZ7rE/Tx4xydni_UI/AAAAAAAAFI4/HyMOACQo0TU/s1600/DSC_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4erfiWJZ7rE/Tx4xydni_UI/AAAAAAAAFI4/HyMOACQo0TU/s400/DSC_0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701048921311345986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more game in her jammies and then we pried her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYxHixwTX9I/Tx4xxyA7k-I/AAAAAAAAFIs/Xf1oTZHFmn4/s1600/DSC_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cYxHixwTX9I/Tx4xxyA7k-I/AAAAAAAAFIs/Xf1oTZHFmn4/s400/DSC_0890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701048909606654946" 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/7539353614543678108-3364711386447121841?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3364711386447121841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3364711386447121841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3364711386447121841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-back.html' title='Back to Back'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-mRrDZ5idmwo/Tx4sclmow6I/AAAAAAAAFG0/8_YhKRMUAY0/s72-c/DSC_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1134649965351843401</id><published>2012-01-20T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:48:46.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Was a Mom...</title><content type='html'>I never realized that the children eating crackers out of a not yet paid for box was sometimes an absolute necessity.  I might have even looked at those mothers with a bit of disdain.  Now, I will gladly rip open some Teddy Grahams if we run out of snacks and not think twice when I put the open box on the counter to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how important it was when your child made you something.  It seemed that macaroni art and finger paintings were displayed merely to appease the child.  I had no idea that Amelia bringing home a bouquet of flowers she made me in Sunday School would bring me to tears.  They are displayed on our dining room table because I LOVE them :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t12mKACwXqU/TxowvnIvgpI/AAAAAAAAFFs/RAfZhlRi8vo/s1600/IMG_4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t12mKACwXqU/TxowvnIvgpI/AAAAAAAAFFs/RAfZhlRi8vo/s400/IMG_4825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699921872908419730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never realized that parents really and truly believe they have the cutest and smartest child alive.  There were kids that I thought, "Now, they know that child isn't cute.."  Horrible, yes, but I am just being honest.  But what a lovely thing it is- and it really is TRUE- to feel that your child is the most adorable and the smartest and the funniest.  It is good for the soul to really believe that.  I think what it boils down to is that I have the two loveliest daughters in the world.  Look at these faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKGb3zB5zZE/TxoxvleB9mI/AAAAAAAAFF4/x9lhVWjagEI/s1600/IMG_4901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKGb3zB5zZE/TxoxvleB9mI/AAAAAAAAFF4/x9lhVWjagEI/s400/IMG_4901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699922971972466274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never realized how early on my daughters would want to feel beautiful.  Amelia is constantly asking if she looks pretty and Elise is already wanting to strut around in Amelia's princess outfits.  It is something intrinsic and I didn't realize that.  They are one and two and already seeking approval to feel beautiful.  I hope that Ross and I are able to make them feel gorgeous inside and out, and express to them how perfectly and carefully they were created in God's image.  I never realized the intense pressure I would feel with them at such a young age to make sure they value themselves and their bodies.  When I feel burdened with such a responsibility, I just take a deep breath and play princess, praying all the while that I will do the job well that God has entrusted me with. (please note all the little "friends" that came to Amelia's dancing show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijqWCVQWC1w/TxoyxDJtEWI/AAAAAAAAFGE/v7K-FwcNTQw/s1600/IMG_4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ijqWCVQWC1w/TxoyxDJtEWI/AAAAAAAAFGE/v7K-FwcNTQw/s400/IMG_4905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699924096631771490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wd6YarmXAC8/TxoyxZ6mOsI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/EKkljkVfSfY/s1600/IMG_4908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wd6YarmXAC8/TxoyxZ6mOsI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/EKkljkVfSfY/s400/IMG_4908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699924102742424258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how full of surprises parenting would be.  I can experience a full gamete of emotions in about a fifteen minute span when dealing with disciplining Amelia.  Insanity.  I mean, I have been parented.  I have watched other people parent.  I read a ton of articles about parenting.  Somehow, I am still surprised and constantly on my toes.  I love that about being a mom.  It also exhausts me.  I think that is the beauty of it all.  I pour so much into this job that I am often overwhelmed, overworked, overemotional, and then in the blink of an eye I am over it.  Something hilarious happens and the laughter floating through my home makes me forget the laundry and dirty floor and three hours of sleep.  Surprise! Life is good.  Get over it.  The cycle will repeat and I will be feeling overdue for a break and another surprise will fling me into the moment.  And then, I am overjoyed and remember how to be present and in the moment.  Oh, surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzwTHLhidxk/Txo1IiMYAII/AAAAAAAAFGc/lB5r41Om8Yk/s1600/IMG_4904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzwTHLhidxk/Txo1IiMYAII/AAAAAAAAFGc/lB5r41Om8Yk/s400/IMG_4904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699926699124719746" 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/7539353614543678108-1134649965351843401?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1134649965351843401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/before-i-was-mom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1134649965351843401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1134649965351843401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/before-i-was-mom.html' title='Before I Was a Mom...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-t12mKACwXqU/TxowvnIvgpI/AAAAAAAAFFs/RAfZhlRi8vo/s72-c/IMG_4825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1492637973450135809</id><published>2012-01-18T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:05:50.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to Shop</title><content type='html'>We went to the mall a few weeks ago for Amelia to spend her giftcard from my Aunt Andrea and the girls played in the play area in the mall a bit.  I'm sure you remember how ugly this play area makes me become and I wish I had better things to report, but I am still a crazy mom that wants every kid to obey ALL rules and their mothers to get UP off their rears and help me moderate.  They all still want me to SIT down and let well enough alone.  Elise was pretty funny when we got there and just sat like this staring at the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFZMD1ASnME/TxckQrcAb3I/AAAAAAAAFEw/fTyB5Kt0K3E/s1600/IMG_4688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFZMD1ASnME/TxckQrcAb3I/AAAAAAAAFEw/fTyB5Kt0K3E/s400/IMG_4688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699063722417352562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia was raring to go and I remember a time she was quite hesitant to get out there and run about.  :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vO36sdyFR8/TxckQyPnsCI/AAAAAAAAFE8/55t4SuOsm6k/s1600/IMG_4689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vO36sdyFR8/TxckQyPnsCI/AAAAAAAAFE8/55t4SuOsm6k/s400/IMG_4689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699063724244447266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAL4N7tv7ks/TxckRcBi3TI/AAAAAAAAFFI/UtXb4mSoSFI/s1600/IMG_4691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAL4N7tv7ks/TxckRcBi3TI/AAAAAAAAFFI/UtXb4mSoSFI/s400/IMG_4691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699063735459700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the most hilarious part of the day was Amelia spending her giftcard at Children's Place.  She is so into shopping right now and I wanted to write it down because it is such a funny memory.  Every piece of clothing in the store was touched by her or held up or spun around while she screamed, "OH MOM, THIS IS SO CAAAAUUUTE."  It was hilarious.  She loved every skirt and every shirt and kept making outfits out of random combinations.  I thought we would never spend that money.  Elise thought we might not either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJUCoCheO_0/TxckRkaoikI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/bYouJcfRENA/s1600/IMG_4695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJUCoCheO_0/TxckRkaoikI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/bYouJcfRENA/s400/IMG_4695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699063737712413250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She finally selected pink jeggings and a shirt that she couldn't wait to wear to school.  "Everyone will think I am just the cutest one."  Haha, and she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxHqQAYgsIY/TxckR7as9XI/AAAAAAAAFFg/C0h20lFilYo/s1600/IMG_4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxHqQAYgsIY/TxckR7as9XI/AAAAAAAAFFg/C0h20lFilYo/s400/IMG_4699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699063743886718322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually to be honest, she picked a summer skirt and short sleeve shirt first, but I explained that it was still winter.  I slipped it up to the register to surprise her later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for millions more shopping trips with my girls.  And my sister and her girls.  And my mom and all her girls.  HEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1492637973450135809?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1492637973450135809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/born-to-shop.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1492637973450135809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1492637973450135809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/born-to-shop.html' title='Born to Shop'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-vFZMD1ASnME/TxckQrcAb3I/AAAAAAAAFEw/fTyB5Kt0K3E/s72-c/IMG_4688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5799217551934077615</id><published>2012-01-16T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:37:16.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Roundup</title><content type='html'>Friday night we had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thomas the Train&lt;/span&gt; Movie Night complete with Chinese food and brownies.  YUM.  The first part of that sentence was for the girls and the latter was mainly for Mom and Dad :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday we went to the Discovery Center, which is always a ton of fun.  Jessalyn and Greg met us there and it was great to hang out with them for the morning.  Amelia and Elise loved the extra attention of course.  They had a new magnet car track that Amelia loved racing cars on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOhqW-arQB4/TxQ4sHBAz-I/AAAAAAAAFDE/hxZV2CNrHec/s1600/IMG_4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOhqW-arQB4/TxQ4sHBAz-I/AAAAAAAAFDE/hxZV2CNrHec/s400/IMG_4940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698241758979215330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ross got in on the action to test out the support on the arch bridge. And the girls tested out one less likely to give their mommy a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO-HwL5907o/TxQ4syx-NgI/AAAAAAAAFDc/0kBAHfndSh0/s1600/IMG_4923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO-HwL5907o/TxQ4syx-NgI/AAAAAAAAFDc/0kBAHfndSh0/s400/IMG_4923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698241770727290370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxJFH9Xbja0/TxQ_MOq9PyI/AAAAAAAAFD0/uKXyvGP5QxU/s1600/IMG_4927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxJFH9Xbja0/TxQ_MOq9PyI/AAAAAAAAFD0/uKXyvGP5QxU/s400/IMG_4927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698248907859771170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise was also pretty fond of the gravity exhibit, but just for the ball :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rqf8Q0FX2EQ/TxQ4sZgyFiI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/pkMpMy9EVZQ/s1600/IMG_4936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rqf8Q0FX2EQ/TxQ4sZgyFiI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/pkMpMy9EVZQ/s400/IMG_4936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698241763944306210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVGDqCnsALw/TxQ_Lxy4RWI/AAAAAAAAFDo/p0gIFjslrF8/s1600/IMG_4945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mVGDqCnsALw/TxQ_Lxy4RWI/AAAAAAAAFDo/p0gIFjslrF8/s400/IMG_4945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698248900108371298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great day and made me really grateful that Jessalyn has lived in Ozark this school year doing her externship.  The girls have gotten really close to her and Ross and I have enjoyed having her so close.  For a treat Amelia was supposed to get to eat lunch with them and we got to the restaurant (that I suggested) and it was out of business!!  We were downtown, parallel parked, freezing and the place is closed down.  Ahh.  There was only sushi nearby and it would have taken a while to find another spot and we just opted to go home.  It was very close to naptime anyway.  Someone was super uspet by that decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Su0ZcguWrFg/TxSiZzRNgBI/AAAAAAAAFEA/2DOXYNaF3BA/s1600/IMG_4942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Su0ZcguWrFg/TxSiZzRNgBI/AAAAAAAAFEA/2DOXYNaF3BA/s400/IMG_4942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698357992673345554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that little blip we had a great day :)  Then Ross and I went on an interview dinner with an applicant to the Cox Residency and had a fun time out of the house.  Thanks Mom and Dad for watching the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise is having a little trouble in the nursery on Sundays, whereas she has done great up until now.  She is reaching that age where she knows she doesn't want to go in and she knows she is about to be left.  Sigh.  Even though we have had her in since very early on, it hasn't seemed to help as she goes through this separation anxiety.  Hopefully it will improve!  Amelia is still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loving &lt;/span&gt;her class and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loving &lt;/span&gt;her teachers.  We all know she wouldn't even GO in the nursery at Elise's age, so there is hope!  Here she is all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFZ6npwYmpQ/TxSmHn9ypnI/AAAAAAAAFEU/y56G0nGRBHc/s1600/IMG_4948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFZ6npwYmpQ/TxSmHn9ypnI/AAAAAAAAFEU/y56G0nGRBHc/s400/IMG_4948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698362078447969906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKxfPjkYeHM/TxSmHk9wZeI/AAAAAAAAFEM/0pDluvnLvg0/s1600/IMG_4953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKxfPjkYeHM/TxSmHk9wZeI/AAAAAAAAFEM/0pDluvnLvg0/s400/IMG_4953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698362077642515938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4JkN_im8Kw/TxSmHtsK9RI/AAAAAAAAFEg/fx5Q1-hoZfE/s1600/IMG_4954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4JkN_im8Kw/TxSmHtsK9RI/AAAAAAAAFEg/fx5Q1-hoZfE/s400/IMG_4954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698362079984678162" 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/7539353614543678108-5799217551934077615?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5799217551934077615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-roundup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5799217551934077615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5799217551934077615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-roundup.html' title='Weekend Roundup'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-VOhqW-arQB4/TxQ4sHBAz-I/AAAAAAAAFDE/hxZV2CNrHec/s72-c/IMG_4940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-6116949755071734158</id><published>2012-01-12T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:25:43.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremes</title><content type='html'>So,we went from frolicking without a coat last weekend...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ks8IAdORIPc/Tw-we8MRTYI/AAAAAAAAFCg/J8Taei13INs/s1600/DSC_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ks8IAdORIPc/Tw-we8MRTYI/AAAAAAAAFCg/J8Taei13INs/s400/DSC_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696966099247123842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a fun park day WITH coats yesterday... (and Elise had her first sand experience; she was kind of obsessed)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vd7b_IYr1U/Tw-v_jQM50I/AAAAAAAAFCU/-qu72zTDOmY/s1600/IMG_4838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vd7b_IYr1U/Tw-v_jQM50I/AAAAAAAAFCU/-qu72zTDOmY/s400/IMG_4838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696965559976781634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOjFHa3eWHc/Tw-yEScO0tI/AAAAAAAAFCs/bF29tpVBYek/s1600/IMG_4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOjFHa3eWHc/Tw-yEScO0tI/AAAAAAAAFCs/bF29tpVBYek/s400/IMG_4834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696967840386437842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lDCbyCAuTU/Tw-yEqzs_8I/AAAAAAAAFC4/S2Lk88kILxU/s1600/IMG_4830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4lDCbyCAuTU/Tw-yEqzs_8I/AAAAAAAAFC4/S2Lk88kILxU/s400/IMG_4830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696967846927335362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDwD5jxYlFU/Tw-vsNhIeBI/AAAAAAAAFBs/i2IwoexaCSM/s1600/IMG_4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDwD5jxYlFU/Tw-vsNhIeBI/AAAAAAAAFBs/i2IwoexaCSM/s400/IMG_4832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696965227724699666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVteVkLL3Ks/Tw-vsP2SYnI/AAAAAAAAFBk/cxuZ7NtZk4c/s1600/IMG_4829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVteVkLL3Ks/Tw-vsP2SYnI/AAAAAAAAFBk/cxuZ7NtZk4c/s400/IMG_4829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696965228350300786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6v5RAoXeH8/Tw-vs6oXq6I/AAAAAAAAFCI/I_BcXwMxBKQ/s1600/IMG_4844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F6v5RAoXeH8/Tw-vs6oXq6I/AAAAAAAAFCI/I_BcXwMxBKQ/s400/IMG_4844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696965239834651554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rounded out the downward spiral to cold with a snow day today!  It was SO cold.  As in 2o degrees.  I did not want to go out, but Amelia did.  With every fiber of her being.  And eighty layers and one sweating momma later, off we went.  And it was instantly worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItMTzI005bI/Tw-ugmj61TI/AAAAAAAAFBY/a0uqROfygiQ/s1600/IMG_4884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ItMTzI005bI/Tw-ugmj61TI/AAAAAAAAFBY/a0uqROfygiQ/s400/IMG_4884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696963928777217330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNlrtYl7oyk/Tw-ugC1oDRI/AAAAAAAAFA0/VsQOL_VJKzM/s1600/IMG_4860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNlrtYl7oyk/Tw-ugC1oDRI/AAAAAAAAFA0/VsQOL_VJKzM/s400/IMG_4860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696963919187807506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAE-6UsnydY/Tw-ugJ4iYNI/AAAAAAAAFA8/u6SFV8DkeU4/s1600/IMG_4867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAE-6UsnydY/Tw-ugJ4iYNI/AAAAAAAAFA8/u6SFV8DkeU4/s400/IMG_4867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696963921079066834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJa7wQ1jaoc/Tw-ugUKmYJI/AAAAAAAAFBI/gO8RBWNBEs0/s1600/IMG_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJa7wQ1jaoc/Tw-ugUKmYJI/AAAAAAAAFBI/gO8RBWNBEs0/s400/IMG_4880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696963923839180946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It cracked me up that Elise just wanted to swing.  I was thinking, we didn't come out in the freezing cold to swing.  Yet, she ended up swinging anyway, ha.  Fun memories no matter the weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of storms, of course.  They will always be my exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-6116949755071734158?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6116949755071734158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/extremes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6116949755071734158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6116949755071734158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/extremes.html' title='Extremes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-Ks8IAdORIPc/Tw-we8MRTYI/AAAAAAAAFCg/J8Taei13INs/s72-c/DSC_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-6862701397156932752</id><published>2012-01-10T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:23:00.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days..</title><content type='html'>I'm still excited over how much fun we had on Saturday.  It was glorious.  Here are a few more pictures of my sweet girl's big day.  Amy, Ross was in charge of getting decor pics and it is a tragedy at how few there are.  I will see if Barbara took any.  No pictures of banner or pictures of sunshine months or candy mason jars.  Oh well, trust me when I say it turned out SUPER CUTE :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrPi-eCDKSc/Twu1vX29EjI/AAAAAAAAFAo/mkjwZupo-2E/s1600/DSC_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrPi-eCDKSc/Twu1vX29EjI/AAAAAAAAFAo/mkjwZupo-2E/s400/DSC_0756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695845979203113522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4NNozrTaCmM/Twu0spXyO4I/AAAAAAAAFAA/sVa841op9p0/s1600/DSC_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4NNozrTaCmM/Twu0spXyO4I/AAAAAAAAFAA/sVa841op9p0/s400/DSC_0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695844832852982658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6lqPp7QAn0/Twu0sRcuDII/AAAAAAAAE_4/-I2DPyNCjLs/s1600/DSC_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6lqPp7QAn0/Twu0sRcuDII/AAAAAAAAE_4/-I2DPyNCjLs/s400/DSC_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695844826431229058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRSx53gpbjI/Twu0rjG5R3I/AAAAAAAAE_s/SDFEGTqW2hU/s1600/DSC_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gRSx53gpbjI/Twu0rjG5R3I/AAAAAAAAE_s/SDFEGTqW2hU/s400/DSC_0742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695844813991659378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6pIHC6Yeew/Twu0rZYq7kI/AAAAAAAAE_g/1pno4yX-OWA/s1600/DSC_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6pIHC6Yeew/Twu0rZYq7kI/AAAAAAAAE_g/1pno4yX-OWA/s400/DSC_0736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695844811381861954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhJeqmqKeBA/Twu0spTLToI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/e13e4i5_rRc/s1600/DSC_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhJeqmqKeBA/Twu0spTLToI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/e13e4i5_rRc/s400/DSC_0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695844832833654402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhpDhKw9KuQ/TwuzwvuYIWI/AAAAAAAAE_A/NrkTZCaGrw4/s1600/DSC_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhpDhKw9KuQ/TwuzwvuYIWI/AAAAAAAAE_A/NrkTZCaGrw4/s400/DSC_0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695843803766202722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XuiIJ68mzcg/Twuzwfj7SzI/AAAAAAAAE-4/E5-Z4N9u9kA/s1600/DSC_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XuiIJ68mzcg/Twuzwfj7SzI/AAAAAAAAE-4/E5-Z4N9u9kA/s400/DSC_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695843799427402546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MV8D9wuS64w/Twuzvokh5HI/AAAAAAAAE-w/R3B9O0Qhpes/s1600/DSC_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MV8D9wuS64w/Twuzvokh5HI/AAAAAAAAE-w/R3B9O0Qhpes/s400/DSC_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695843784665982066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbF2JvPzJZ8/Twuzvd1IQGI/AAAAAAAAE-g/v-0qavFIKYE/s1600/DSC_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbF2JvPzJZ8/Twuzvd1IQGI/AAAAAAAAE-g/v-0qavFIKYE/s400/DSC_0617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695843781782814818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UQPboGnTBb8/TwuzwxOX1ZI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/IxYCoCEt-38/s1600/DSC_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlU7_boMheM/Twuv74d6hdI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/D2MzpH6bRX8/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HlU7_boMheM/Twuv74d6hdI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/D2MzpH6bRX8/s400/DSC_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839597045122514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyxoErqfEVI/Twuv7P-mRkI/AAAAAAAAE9M/WBJXluXsnjc/s1600/DSC_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QyxoErqfEVI/Twuv7P-mRkI/AAAAAAAAE9M/WBJXluXsnjc/s400/DSC_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839586176353858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DSKHJ0JGGS8/Twuv8sfvzxI/AAAAAAAAE9w/xjYJUgCoLwQ/s1600/DSC_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DSKHJ0JGGS8/Twuv8sfvzxI/AAAAAAAAE9w/xjYJUgCoLwQ/s400/DSC_0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839611011452690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-ZEaPDrSEk/Twuv8HEtjUI/AAAAAAAAE9k/K6PHPsGEDRQ/s1600/DSC_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-ZEaPDrSEk/Twuv8HEtjUI/AAAAAAAAE9k/K6PHPsGEDRQ/s400/DSC_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839600965946690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9-WezVT_Ek/Twuv9DHbODI/AAAAAAAAE98/DCM_0GEgFE4/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9-WezVT_Ek/Twuv9DHbODI/AAAAAAAAE98/DCM_0GEgFE4/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695839617083455538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc7JvWMGJ_g/TwuyftXAY6I/AAAAAAAAE-I/Ad-v34KQEZQ/s1600/DSC_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc7JvWMGJ_g/TwuyftXAY6I/AAAAAAAAE-I/Ad-v34KQEZQ/s400/DSC_0681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695842411561903010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gv9qMSAfvTA/Twuyf_NduDI/AAAAAAAAE-U/leIfwwnCvS4/s1600/DSC_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gv9qMSAfvTA/Twuyf_NduDI/AAAAAAAAE-U/leIfwwnCvS4/s400/DSC_0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695842416353720370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlJ_IR7ShTY/Twu1f4hn02I/AAAAAAAAFAc/NCWz_vg6e7Y/s1600/DSC_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlJ_IR7ShTY/Twu1f4hn02I/AAAAAAAAFAc/NCWz_vg6e7Y/s400/DSC_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695845713094103906" 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/7539353614543678108-6862701397156932752?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6862701397156932752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunny-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6862701397156932752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6862701397156932752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny Days..'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-ZrPi-eCDKSc/Twu1vX29EjI/AAAAAAAAFAo/mkjwZupo-2E/s72-c/DSC_0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5796933089259281164</id><published>2012-01-09T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:44:00.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Part One</title><content type='html'>A lot of people (I might have even been one of them) in the past years  have made goals, or lists, at the start of the new year and declared  that they are NOT making resolutions. The new thing is to do a new  thing.  So, make your resolutions or lists or goals or addendums, but  however you slice it or whatever you call it, they are all in the same  family.  The family of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to change.  Few want to.  Last year I was in the hospital  with my newborn to ring in 2011 and this year I was with my cozy  family-- an almost three year old and a barely one year old.  Change.   I've decided to look at where I need to change and more importantly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I haven't.  This might bore you, which is fine.  But, I need to do a few posts about me.  Change.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Spend more time with Him.&lt;/span&gt;  --  Whether devotion or Bible reading or podcast or prayer.  Last year I  just coasted.  I said, "Lord, I am a tired Mom of two little ones."   Church had to feed me for most of the week.  I listened to praise music  in the car and prayed (mostly to get through the day those first  months), but I didn't dig much deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What keeps me from doing just that?&lt;/span&gt;--  A.  Facebook  B. television C.  iphone/Internet&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, true, and ridiculous.  I don't think there is a thing wrong  with A, B, and C unless they interfere with what is the most  important.  So, I simply spend time with Him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first&lt;/span&gt;.  Sounds so easy; yet, why aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How will I do this?&lt;/span&gt;--  I bought  a study guide at an adorable used book store that guides me with  commentary through the book of Proverbs.  I will read a book of Proverbs  each day while the girls nap and study the commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the only thing I am holding myself to for now.  I will continue  prayer through the day and hopefully find some time to pray, read, and  discuss with Ross.  If we can't find time consistently due to his  schedule, I will not become upset or discouraged with him or the  situation itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing while I am admitting and discussing--it occurred to me  during quiet time that I don't always like to go on and on about my  blessings and how thankful I am during prayer.  As I searched for the  reason why, I was shocked and embarrassed at the reason.  I have TOO  MANY BLESSINGS.  I could go on for years at all I have.  As I am listing  them, my mind wanders to those who don't have half of what I do.  It  just pains me to go on.  I'm afraid the Lord will realize his mistake at  pouring out these beautiful gifts and all this love and friendship on  me and take some of them away.  There, I said it.  Working on this  thought pattern and researching.  I even thought about deleting this  whole paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we are fresh in the year, but I have already been blessed by  doing the book on Proverbs.  I'm constantly trying to think of how to be  a better mom or how to handle situations better.  I am a yeller by  nature and while that is never a thing I am proud to bring up when I  meet new people, I am even less pleased with the number of times I raise  my voice at Amelia to get a point across to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 1:8-19 is the first in a series of lessons where a father is  teaching his son about wisdom.  The verses are meaningful, but the  commentary pointed out something new to me.  Throughout Proverbs there  is a three part recurrence used in teaching:  appeal, guide, motivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to put this in practice immediately.  If I will try parenting  strategies from some random site online, the Bible can't be bad, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appeal:  Mommy really wants you to listen to this, ok Amelia?  It is an important thing that I am telling you. (calm and even voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice:  I want you to be nice and polite at Elise's party.  It is her special day and she will need help from you with her presents.  Please don't play with any toys she is playing with and I will have her do the same thing on your special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivate:  Amelia, I know you will act so wonderful and be a good example.  I am really excited to see your actions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this will always work (although, she was WONDERFUL and kind and joyous at Elise's party), but I like the pattern and will keep trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-5796933089259281164?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5796933089259281164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/change-part-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5796933089259281164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5796933089259281164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/change-part-one.html' title='Change Part One'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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-7539353614543678108.post-3059068180037087048</id><published>2012-01-08T12:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:27:46.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elise's Sunshine Bash</title><content type='html'>You are my sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CE-6e82NFjk/Twn8FKgCL1I/AAAAAAAAE9A/dWtIjmP9fFM/s1600/DSC_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CE-6e82NFjk/Twn8FKgCL1I/AAAAAAAAE9A/dWtIjmP9fFM/s400/DSC_0529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695360369434963794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9ggFjEeBz0/Twn4fqNRx6I/AAAAAAAAE74/gpQJA05MQ-E/s1600/DSC_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k9ggFjEeBz0/Twn4fqNRx6I/AAAAAAAAE74/gpQJA05MQ-E/s400/DSC_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695356426576316322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCLgDc97UH4/Twn4f5cg78I/AAAAAAAAE8E/4caS8uZX9EU/s1600/DSC_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eCLgDc97UH4/Twn4f5cg78I/AAAAAAAAE8E/4caS8uZX9EU/s400/DSC_0643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695356430666756034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When skies are gray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEiFhzBqx4k/Twn4gGx2-pI/AAAAAAAAE8M/y0S9A7Avlpc/s1600/DSC_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wEiFhzBqx4k/Twn4gGx2-pI/AAAAAAAAE8M/y0S9A7Avlpc/s400/DSC_0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695356434245941906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fygKFUpHpW0/Twn4gbt06-I/AAAAAAAAE8c/6mKwDBqJJkk/s1600/DSC_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fygKFUpHpW0/Twn4gbt06-I/AAAAAAAAE8c/6mKwDBqJJkk/s400/DSC_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695356439866174434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WU8QXH1NM0c/Twn45kCUXxI/AAAAAAAAE8o/nRIgtA1Jk9E/s1600/DSC_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WU8QXH1NM0c/Twn45kCUXxI/AAAAAAAAE8o/nRIgtA1Jk9E/s400/DSC_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695356871596334866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take, my sunshine away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIsai2R9Hn4/Twn5KP-fLoI/AAAAAAAAE80/sCRwMUSn_zo/s1600/DSC_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fIsai2R9Hn4/Twn5KP-fLoI/AAAAAAAAE80/sCRwMUSn_zo/s400/DSC_0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695357158269333122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous first birthday party for Miss Elise and she was all smiles on her big day.  It was uncannily gorgeous outside and the weather was perfect.  Not too many birthdays where she will get to play in the backyard I bet!  She got some fun presents and cute outfits, but her sweet smile is all that is present in this momma's mind today.  So glad that the whole family could gather together to honor this precious year we have had with our girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise Mae,&lt;br /&gt;You are a delightful little spitfire.  I wasn't sure that I would have another bundle of rizz and tizz since we already had one, but you have quickly made your spot in our family and our hearts are warmed with each smile and laugh echoing down the hall.  You are proving to be stubborn and feisty, which will probably serve you well sharing a house with sister and I.  Poor Daddy, haha.  However, there is a soft and warm side to you and you love to kiss and hug and snuggle.  You still sleep with Mommy and Daddy and as the days fly off the calendar, that is just fine with us.  We love to hear you make your animal sounds (elephant, dog, duck, monkey, and snake as of now) and say your favorite words (mom, dad, ball, dog, shhew, ) and do your favorite things (follow Amelia, be held by Mom, attempt to run, and play with your toys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for showing me how amazing the heart is and how big it can love.  I had no idea there was a spot just waiting on YOU and I am so proud of how much you have grown and developed this past year.  Know that we think you are beautiful and wonderful and made exactly how God saw fit:  perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed your special day.  Love and sunrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-3059068180037087048?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3059068180037087048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/elises-sunshine-bash.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3059068180037087048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3059068180037087048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/elises-sunshine-bash.html' title='Elise&apos;s Sunshine Bash'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-CE-6e82NFjk/Twn8FKgCL1I/AAAAAAAAE9A/dWtIjmP9fFM/s72-c/DSC_0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-8996556997899456664</id><published>2012-01-03T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:39:46.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012- We Welcome You</title><content type='html'>We rang in the new year with some of our favorite people- The Hahns.  And by rang in the new year, I mean at 8:15.  It was just lovely.  Pizza, cookies, and laughter.  It was fun seeing pictures of people that went out to celebrate, but as I snuggled in bed, I was very happy to have been home with the three people that make my days so fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some contemplating about 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w2khboe8f-Y/TwO5uQHdrSI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/G58pRtWVgYU/s1600/DSC_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w2khboe8f-Y/TwO5uQHdrSI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/G58pRtWVgYU/s400/DSC_0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693598558177832226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some risky tunnel maneuvers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2n56q4F4JQ/TwO5u6-hEGI/AAAAAAAAE6k/FpsGqXcvgd0/s1600/DSC_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2n56q4F4JQ/TwO5u6-hEGI/AAAAAAAAE6k/FpsGqXcvgd0/s400/DSC_0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693598569683030114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOEZ8POf-VA/TwO7j_z6orI/AAAAAAAAE7U/UcOLIvIfwmg/s1600/DSC_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOEZ8POf-VA/TwO7j_z6orI/AAAAAAAAE7U/UcOLIvIfwmg/s400/DSC_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693600581025440434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some jazzy headpieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flfCV5F9ANw/TwO5wGaQIoI/AAAAAAAAE7E/eXj9FNyzEkc/s1600/DSC_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flfCV5F9ANw/TwO5wGaQIoI/AAAAAAAAE7E/eXj9FNyzEkc/s400/DSC_0508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693598589932020354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lots of celebrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MpSAt3Va_So/TwO5vgPEbKI/AAAAAAAAE68/3NK0djK84Ak/s1600/DSC_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MpSAt3Va_So/TwO5vgPEbKI/AAAAAAAAE68/3NK0djK84Ak/s400/DSC_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693598579684568226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CvNkVwQM3BM/TwO7kNxjbII/AAAAAAAAE7g/rs0riHhjVyc/s1600/DSC_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CvNkVwQM3BM/TwO7kNxjbII/AAAAAAAAE7g/rs0riHhjVyc/s400/DSC_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693600584773627010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up.  Right before the timer went off Amelia waved her pom pom in Elise and I's face, thus making her the center of attention on our side of the photo.  Typical.  Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3lgE5_1xoM/TwO5vDPhhmI/AAAAAAAAE6w/sj6iw8VVFI4/s1600/DSC_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3lgE5_1xoM/TwO5vDPhhmI/AAAAAAAAE6w/sj6iw8VVFI4/s400/DSC_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693598571901847138" 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/7539353614543678108-8996556997899456664?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8996556997899456664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-we-welcome-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8996556997899456664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8996556997899456664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-we-welcome-you.html' title='2012- We Welcome You'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-w2khboe8f-Y/TwO5uQHdrSI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/G58pRtWVgYU/s72-c/DSC_0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-6888529093365807828</id><published>2012-01-02T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:02:39.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mammaw's House We Go</title><content type='html'>Ross worked Christmas night and was on call, but drove back to Harrison the next morning so we could go visit Mammaw.  That was ALL she wanted for Christmas was for us to come to her house. Elise is a screamer from the minute she gets into her carseat and we try to avoid driving over an hour.  Mammaw usually comes to our house, but off we went with hopes for the best.  Elise SLEPT THE WHOLE WAY THERE.  Christmas miracle for sure.  We had a yummy french toast lunch while we were there and the girls had a great time.  I'm so glad that it went well :)  Elise was crazy about her cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ-yw6eJDnE/TwE9zWXdZmI/AAAAAAAAE6A/MCVqkWo_fzY/s1600/DSC_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ-yw6eJDnE/TwE9zWXdZmI/AAAAAAAAE6A/MCVqkWo_fzY/s400/DSC_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692899356359616098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea_Yg4WBQa8/TwE-WmQox0I/AAAAAAAAE6M/YsX061sbAsc/s1600/DSC_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea_Yg4WBQa8/TwE-WmQox0I/AAAAAAAAE6M/YsX061sbAsc/s400/DSC_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692899961921390402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LoyCSKXn8h8/TwE9yGkAWHI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/05Fl2yxcs-o/s1600/DSC_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LoyCSKXn8h8/TwE9yGkAWHI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/05Fl2yxcs-o/s400/DSC_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692899334937401458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia was having so much fun playing with Mammaw that she was clearly NOT happy when we asked her to take a four generation picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_oORxakMKQ/TwE9y-5kmaI/AAAAAAAAE50/nl23pT3A8Oo/s1600/DSC_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_oORxakMKQ/TwE9y-5kmaI/AAAAAAAAE50/nl23pT3A8Oo/s400/DSC_0483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692899350060243362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elise was more than happy to pose.  And yes, she has on bright pink socks with her red outfit.  We were in a hurry to head to the mountain and those were the only socks available.  Did I realize how they would shine in the picture?  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08xN0jSXVVM/TwE9ylCLFjI/AAAAAAAAE5o/uCSS1aX4U_o/s1600/DSC_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-08xN0jSXVVM/TwE9ylCLFjI/AAAAAAAAE5o/uCSS1aX4U_o/s400/DSC_0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692899343116998194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petting Mammaw's kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzjAgy5h8Fg/TwE9yMItG0I/AAAAAAAAE5c/q9FfJO_t5IU/s1600/DSC_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzjAgy5h8Fg/TwE9yMItG0I/AAAAAAAAE5c/q9FfJO_t5IU/s400/DSC_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692899336433507138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this has nothing to do with Christmas, but the last few days when we are playing Amelia is the mom and I am the daughter.  I will ask to do something and she will make comments like, "Of course you can do that daughter," and "I always let you do just anything you want to do."  Then she will give me this sideways glance.  Um, I know what you are doing Amelia and I will not be duped by a two year old.  Heeheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-6888529093365807828?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6888529093365807828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-mammaws-house-we-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6888529093365807828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6888529093365807828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-mammaws-house-we-go.html' title='To Mammaw&apos;s House We Go'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-iJ-yw6eJDnE/TwE9zWXdZmI/AAAAAAAAE6A/MCVqkWo_fzY/s72-c/DSC_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7709954984145227471</id><published>2012-01-02T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:56:21.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve and Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Amelia loved Christmas more than life.  She is so full of joy.  Honestly her zest for everything makes it a million times more fun. One of her favorite gifts was her microphone.  She hasn't stopped performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fvKUyaTuUK0/TvtlQ5S96-I/AAAAAAAAE2c/5tX8nwAxtkc/s1600/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fvKUyaTuUK0/TvtlQ5S96-I/AAAAAAAAE2c/5tX8nwAxtkc/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253895045442530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loved her hairdressing kit and got right to work straightening my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySPaUBO1sxs/TvtlRNPiGHI/AAAAAAAAE2o/hKobQxLvawA/s1600/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySPaUBO1sxs/TvtlRNPiGHI/AAAAAAAAE2o/hKobQxLvawA/s400/DSC_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253900399745138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also was thrilled to see what Ingrid and Elise got.  Such a big helper and surprisingly, a wonderful sharer: she couldn't wait to share her new toys without being prompted.  I was just so proud of her during the entire Christmas holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPXgCff-F34/TvtlSSqFtrI/AAAAAAAAE3M/9EdV1ZpPmKU/s1600/DSC_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPXgCff-F34/TvtlSSqFtrI/AAAAAAAAE3M/9EdV1ZpPmKU/s400/DSC_0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253919033177778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise never felt up to par that afternoon or evening.  She had a few moments where her tummy wasn't hurting but she definitely didn't get to enjoy herself.  She's such a happy girl that this just made her momma so sad.  Here is a cute one of her reading a new book with Aunt Steph and Ing.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRnHywlPTuw/TvtlRlIIxoI/AAAAAAAAE2w/F10uUJrKu80/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRnHywlPTuw/TvtlRlIIxoI/AAAAAAAAE2w/F10uUJrKu80/s400/DSC_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691253906811176578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't get many pictures because I was holding Elise most of the night.  However, I love these next few of Amelia with her big gift from Gammy and Gampy.  She LOVED her trampoline to pieces.  Note the wardrobe change into her new leotard so she could be a real gymnast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgR4PtuHx6Y/TwEtPFbPALI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/A5mKSX9Dd7Q/s1600/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgR4PtuHx6Y/TwEtPFbPALI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/A5mKSX9Dd7Q/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692881141150711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpoqY5kK-yE/TwEtPfcu5AI/AAAAAAAAE3g/e876unpAxqY/s1600/DSC_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpoqY5kK-yE/TwEtPfcu5AI/AAAAAAAAE3g/e876unpAxqY/s400/DSC_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692881148136317954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Elise had felt better but the blessings in that house were still abundant and overflowing.  We have such a fabulous family and there were so many heartfelt gifts this year.  I know we go overboard, but it is such a satisfying moment to know that you have searched and searched, or in my talented sister and brother in law's case, created and created, and the receiver of the gift feels that love, time, and energy manifested in the perfect gift :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day began with a little girl feeling much better!  We were so happy and Amelia enjoyed her dress up box from Santa and Elise enjoyed her, um well, just enjoyed playing with Amelia's stuff.  She cracks me up only wanting "big girl" stuff.  The one thing she did love from Santa was a green ball, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eW0UCe1omwU/TwEwA9Epn7I/AAAAAAAAE3w/ZnW48XPBNtA/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eW0UCe1omwU/TwEwA9Epn7I/AAAAAAAAE3w/ZnW48XPBNtA/s400/DSC_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692884196925218738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwMfmpfqRVA/TwEwBVWby8I/AAAAAAAAE38/pZH_teG9lkE/s1600/DSC_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwMfmpfqRVA/TwEwBVWby8I/AAAAAAAAE38/pZH_teG9lkE/s400/DSC_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692884203442260930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMjLhsn2c5s/TwEwBga7dqI/AAAAAAAAE4E/RC7CUUEhdVE/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMjLhsn2c5s/TwEwBga7dqI/AAAAAAAAE4E/RC7CUUEhdVE/s400/DSC_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692884206413903522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RUHCwQSKJg/TwEwBn9WvII/AAAAAAAAE4U/uP2hCm-ry88/s1600/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RUHCwQSKJg/TwEwBn9WvII/AAAAAAAAE4U/uP2hCm-ry88/s400/DSC_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692884208437345410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that was so wonderful, albeit strange, about Christmas Day was the beautiful weather!  I couldn't believe that it was in the upper 50's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-36KD3zk_cvI/TwExoiZFjCI/AAAAAAAAE4w/LPLsQ0Z_d18/s1600/DSC_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NUht2Gh3OA/TwExoZm-RiI/AAAAAAAAE4g/5JdomBxe6FE/s1600/DSC_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NUht2Gh3OA/TwExoZm-RiI/AAAAAAAAE4g/5JdomBxe6FE/s400/DSC_0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692885974111897122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rrRU9fFP-A/TwExpSo7qwI/AAAAAAAAE44/mELb5QSoAXA/s1600/DSC_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2rrRU9fFP-A/TwExpSo7qwI/AAAAAAAAE44/mELb5QSoAXA/s400/DSC_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692885989420935938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojmU7o2wXSQ/TwE5TkBE2oI/AAAAAAAAE5E/DrPvR0oK6Mg/s1600/DSC_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ojmU7o2wXSQ/TwE5TkBE2oI/AAAAAAAAE5E/DrPvR0oK6Mg/s400/DSC_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692894412221504130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved having all the little girls in church with us on Christmas morning.  It was such a special time and I felt like I was about to burst with blessings. Our whole family in one pew.  During one of the songs, I looked down at everyone.  Amelia in Gampy's lap.  Ingrid in Gammy's.  Derek looking lovingly at a sleeping Liv in her carseat.  Steph  I read a devotional that talked about how nothing was going the way Mary wanted it to that night.  Huge and pregnant on a donkey.  Nowhere to have her baby. Scared.  Trying to clear a space in a smelly manger to give birth to The Mighty One.  And I thought of how often things don't go the way we want them to.  And how as strange and unexplainable it may be, things are going exactly the way our Father planned them to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7709954984145227471?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7709954984145227471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-and-christmas-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7709954984145227471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7709954984145227471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-and-christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Eve and Christmas Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-fvKUyaTuUK0/TvtlQ5S96-I/AAAAAAAAE2c/5tX8nwAxtkc/s72-c/DSC_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-8934290482793275531</id><published>2011-12-29T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:58:00.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Morning</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday my sweet little Elise Mae.  I love you to the mountaintops.  More birthday and one year old stuff coming.  Have to finish Christmas updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the big Christmas Eve party didn't go how I had planned because Elise had a bad belly ache and was quite uncomfortable all day.  I shed a few tears because she just was not her normal happy self and the fact that she was trying not to be whiny just broke my heart even more.  She was constipated and ended up having to have a mild laxative to help her go to the bathroom.  We made the switch to whole milk and it her little tummy had a hard time adjusting.  Boo.  But, she made the best of it and her sister had a magical day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with a delicious breakfast and a beautiful table setting at G and Pa's.  Amelia ate almost this entire thing of strawberries, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_ovi4EPums/TvtP92HbzAI/AAAAAAAAE08/RyO9sdCTOFA/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_ovi4EPums/TvtP92HbzAI/AAAAAAAAE08/RyO9sdCTOFA/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691230478030064642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rAKmM0gKJ8/TvtP97fOQjI/AAAAAAAAE1I/20rJ3FcyUWA/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rAKmM0gKJ8/TvtP97fOQjI/AAAAAAAAE1I/20rJ3FcyUWA/s400/DSC_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691230479472017970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QscRIzqAKoo/TvtP-oioVrI/AAAAAAAAE1U/kOnfIKVilSk/s1600/DSC_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QscRIzqAKoo/TvtP-oioVrI/AAAAAAAAE1U/kOnfIKVilSk/s400/DSC_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691230491565905586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEdfK8etYYY/TvtP_Bgm0qI/AAAAAAAAE1g/Cck4kl1Rn0U/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEdfK8etYYY/TvtP_Bgm0qI/AAAAAAAAE1g/Cck4kl1Rn0U/s400/DSC_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691230498268304034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZz1O_3kY0E/Tvti6bT942I/AAAAAAAAE2M/HsIgTCZBDCA/s1600/IMG_4526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZz1O_3kY0E/Tvti6bT942I/AAAAAAAAE2M/HsIgTCZBDCA/s400/IMG_4526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691251310016193378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day and everyone headed outside with the dogs for a walk to the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jftgNNAImtM/TvtP_5hpkjI/AAAAAAAAE1s/FybSnLw6An8/s1600/IMG_4527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jftgNNAImtM/TvtP_5hpkjI/AAAAAAAAE1s/FybSnLw6An8/s400/IMG_4527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691230513305063986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfoB1q9yAlk/Tvti6DzOlxI/AAAAAAAAE14/d33mEnsW_u4/s1600/IMG_4530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfoB1q9yAlk/Tvti6DzOlxI/AAAAAAAAE14/d33mEnsW_u4/s400/IMG_4530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691251303704860434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone got too sleepy on the walk and fell asleep on her Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re61_ad-qZg/Tvti6BQdFlI/AAAAAAAAE2A/tVwBqgzEdao/s1600/IMG_4529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re61_ad-qZg/Tvti6BQdFlI/AAAAAAAAE2A/tVwBqgzEdao/s400/IMG_4529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691251303022138962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times.  I was hoping after Elise's nap that she would feel better and get that mess out of her tummy, but not the case.  However, it was on to present session number two :)  Amelia was tickledddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-8934290482793275531?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8934290482793275531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8934290482793275531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8934290482793275531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-morning.html' title='Christmas Eve Morning'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-g_ovi4EPums/TvtP92HbzAI/AAAAAAAAE08/RyO9sdCTOFA/s72-c/DSC_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-6500086133117811502</id><published>2011-12-28T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:22:22.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme Some Sugar</title><content type='html'>I love making sugar cookies.  And, my little sugars had so much fun too!  It is one of my favorite traditions to pass on and it didn't disappoint.  Last year I tried to replicate Meme's famous dough (fail), but luckily this year she made it and it was perfect as usual. But first, there was some cousin playing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eu56XSusSQ4/TvsyaElE5OI/AAAAAAAAEz0/WRNjn-7DQpg/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eu56XSusSQ4/TvsyaElE5OI/AAAAAAAAEz0/WRNjn-7DQpg/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691197977599993058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2xU_UiyZeM/TvsyaeWaWpI/AAAAAAAAEz8/mpBxs3422ak/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2xU_UiyZeM/TvsyaeWaWpI/AAAAAAAAEz8/mpBxs3422ak/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691197984517806738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Elise made a few cookies!  She sat there like a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IhdsYFhRhk/TvrBcgcom8I/AAAAAAAAEyU/V8z350FLC6M/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IhdsYFhRhk/TvrBcgcom8I/AAAAAAAAEyU/V8z350FLC6M/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691073774626577346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiPh2AMhlTA/TvrBc1Is4_I/AAAAAAAAEyg/KPnFox0UKr0/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiPh2AMhlTA/TvrBc1Is4_I/AAAAAAAAEyg/KPnFox0UKr0/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691073780180116466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love seeing these pictures of Elise with Mom.  She is crazy about her Gammy and it brings me so much joy to watch their relationship develop.  And something else that brought me joy on this Christmas Eve eve was when Stephanie brought out this adorable apron for Ingrid.  Precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0SKOiF-sC9Y/TvrDjaWiN_I/AAAAAAAAEy4/lAnVzNLpqIg/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0SKOiF-sC9Y/TvrDjaWiN_I/AAAAAAAAEy4/lAnVzNLpqIg/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691076092272719858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the piglet of the group and tried to eat all the sprinkles and dough and flour. Haha.  She wasn't a fan of the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9Qs4Yt2Tw4/TvrD5AJGsEI/AAAAAAAAEzc/3Ufb8urzAw0/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9Qs4Yt2Tw4/TvrD5AJGsEI/AAAAAAAAEzc/3Ufb8urzAw0/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691076463194189890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia was VERY into it this year and definitely was into making cookies the longest, as the oldest decorator.  Everyone took turns helping her and she even got to don Ingrid's apron, which she was dying to do.  I remember everyone helping me just like it was yesterday.  Now me's a big girl.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-szQIbISDfDA/TvrDj9_XwrI/AAAAAAAAEzA/NkY0Nr-euxo/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-szQIbISDfDA/TvrDj9_XwrI/AAAAAAAAEzA/NkY0Nr-euxo/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691076101839241906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmhcyxikwLA/TvrDkFQbJRI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/cjMZV-oLPC8/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmhcyxikwLA/TvrDkFQbJRI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/cjMZV-oLPC8/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691076103789815058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJzn5n68Zbw/TvsyZ3vl-gI/AAAAAAAAEzo/3h9ZrC1MgXI/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJzn5n68Zbw/TvsyZ3vl-gI/AAAAAAAAEzo/3h9ZrC1MgXI/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691197974154443266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then everyone got to open an early present or two.  Amelia loved her "purse" books from Aunt Steph and DD.  And Elise was excited about her new silky blanket like sissy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cscc1QNV488/TvszrfmgnUI/AAAAAAAAE0w/IWPJcjlGK7I/s1600/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cscc1QNV488/TvszrfmgnUI/AAAAAAAAE0w/IWPJcjlGK7I/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691199376423165250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlFfqhw_Nnc/TvsyaisogEI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/VaKwnbgx_qM/s1600/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlFfqhw_Nnc/TvsyaisogEI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/VaKwnbgx_qM/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691197985684750402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that was hilarious was the Steph and I both had each other the same thing:  new fancy schmancy foot duvets and we both picked to give them for the early gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENPQfDzNHw8/TvszH1v9LeI/AAAAAAAAE0k/uc_x7eiXFP8/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENPQfDzNHw8/TvszH1v9LeI/AAAAAAAAE0k/uc_x7eiXFP8/s400/DSC_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691198763893075426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the perfect day.  I would love to just relive all the laughs and good food and fun over and over.  Next up, Christmas Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-6500086133117811502?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6500086133117811502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/gimme-some-sugar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6500086133117811502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6500086133117811502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/gimme-some-sugar.html' title='Gimme Some Sugar'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-eu56XSusSQ4/TvsyaElE5OI/AAAAAAAAEz0/WRNjn-7DQpg/s72-c/DSC_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-2668631326840672420</id><published>2011-12-27T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:00:05.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia's Big Debut</title><content type='html'>We had a fabulous Christmas :)  I love so much family time and can't wait to share.  But first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia had her Christmas program at school last week and she was so very excited.  Here she is before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSjgntwz_7c/Tvq90NIkWLI/AAAAAAAAEx8/MNomhXK6uZI/s1600/IMG_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSjgntwz_7c/Tvq90NIkWLI/AAAAAAAAEx8/MNomhXK6uZI/s400/IMG_4427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691069783712487602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried about how she would do up on the big stage, and we talked about her standing very still up there and singing her songs.  As soon as she walked out I teared up.  That beautiful blonde hair just shone on the stage and my heart was full of pride before she ever did a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked her teacher where we were and she was searching frantically for us.  I stood up and waved and called her name and she was grinning ear to ear when she saw us.  Here she is showing Ms. Tonya where we are sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njW2LGkzSBQ/Tvq7HHzMwyI/AAAAAAAAExk/-zBPrT89yGA/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-njW2LGkzSBQ/Tvq7HHzMwyI/AAAAAAAAExk/-zBPrT89yGA/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691066810163315490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is doing her motions to Away in a Manger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlPLOeRHiow/Tvq7H_u_zyI/AAAAAAAAExw/bxjREZ-u_4A/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlPLOeRHiow/Tvq7H_u_zyI/AAAAAAAAExw/bxjREZ-u_4A/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691066825178074914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just so proud of her.  She sang all the words and did all the motions and smiled perfectly.  It was such a wonderful day and I'm so glad that Meme and Pop were able to come watch Amelia in her first performance. I'm tearing up just thinking about it all :)  Here is Amelia with her sweet teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qh6V3D1eaNI/Tvq7Gsx-1dI/AAAAAAAAExM/XwWzWPM2ibc/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qh6V3D1eaNI/Tvq7Gsx-1dI/AAAAAAAAExM/XwWzWPM2ibc/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691066802910451154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her Daddy and her candy cane treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgOF0EA6YjY/Tvq7G-S0EHI/AAAAAAAAExU/GchRv9X-Gy0/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgOF0EA6YjY/Tvq7G-S0EHI/AAAAAAAAExU/GchRv9X-Gy0/s400/DSC_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691066807611560050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, with her special visitors, her Meme and Pop.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wzSzMKEP-0/Tvq90X3IvJI/AAAAAAAAEyI/N6oESswlYsM/s1600/IMG_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wzSzMKEP-0/Tvq90X3IvJI/AAAAAAAAEyI/N6oESswlYsM/s400/IMG_4438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691069786592165010" 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/7539353614543678108-2668631326840672420?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2668631326840672420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/amelias-big-debut.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2668631326840672420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2668631326840672420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/amelias-big-debut.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Big Debut'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-dSjgntwz_7c/Tvq90NIkWLI/AAAAAAAAEx8/MNomhXK6uZI/s72-c/IMG_4427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-8112038081451892141</id><published>2011-12-21T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:36:27.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Funday</title><content type='html'>Amelia got a train whistle from her Sunday School teachers and she  is beyond thrilled.  Wouldn't even take it out of her mouth for a photo  :).  It is QUITE loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zupK0i1-Yak/TvHnF6ZmSNI/AAAAAAAAEwo/4tHOsOiZSCQ/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zupK0i1-Yak/TvHnF6ZmSNI/AAAAAAAAEwo/4tHOsOiZSCQ/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688581893107632338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi-F5odesG0/TvHnFnJQH6I/AAAAAAAAEwc/qzG9G9reGSM/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi-F5odesG0/TvHnFnJQH6I/AAAAAAAAEwc/qzG9G9reGSM/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688581887938797474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  this little lady had the cutest Sunday School party in her classroom.   They had Happy Birthday Jesus balloons and an adorable present for the  parents.  A picture of Elise framed with her handprint and a verse.  A  lovely Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfyJKS_ne_c/TvJJkLg2cwI/AAAAAAAAExA/UrQxH81_408/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfyJKS_ne_c/TvJJkLg2cwI/AAAAAAAAExA/UrQxH81_408/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688690165237052162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a nap Amelia started practicing for her big debut. The next day was Amelia's precious Christmas program at school and her last day before Christmas break.  Ahhh, a wonderful moment in motherhood.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-8112038081451892141?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8112038081451892141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/sunday-funday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8112038081451892141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8112038081451892141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday Funday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-zupK0i1-Yak/TvHnF6ZmSNI/AAAAAAAAEwo/4tHOsOiZSCQ/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-4897566962196903794</id><published>2011-12-19T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:48:00.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>We went to Steph's on Friday to play and the girls had so much fun.  We couldn't believe how well they shared and played.  These two were interested in some cookies Amelia made for Ingrid and Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17Wn3kzqpmU/Tu7Qr_2lKSI/AAAAAAAAEuw/dTd50hMHy_E/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17Wn3kzqpmU/Tu7Qr_2lKSI/AAAAAAAAEuw/dTd50hMHy_E/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687712833708828962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0neQpv7Z-Xc/Tu7QsRayaEI/AAAAAAAAEvI/P8CKM-Hb3sQ/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0neQpv7Z-Xc/Tu7QsRayaEI/AAAAAAAAEvI/P8CKM-Hb3sQ/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687712838424094786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl was of course more interested in playing than food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0950BYCE_yc/Tu7QsJJzjQI/AAAAAAAAEu4/ki_TW293M9E/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0950BYCE_yc/Tu7QsJJzjQI/AAAAAAAAEu4/ki_TW293M9E/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687712836205382914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AyBavrpkPI/Tu7SDww2sQI/AAAAAAAAEvg/-sPDnmFtIFk/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AyBavrpkPI/Tu7SDww2sQI/AAAAAAAAEvg/-sPDnmFtIFk/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687714341486768386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I went to dinner and to get a manicure (a present from Ally) with two of my dearest friends.  Love you BFF'S!  Thanks to Mom and Dad for watching the girls and letting me do that.  It is so nice to have time to visit and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day it was time for more playing!  I snuck over to Steph and D's house to hold Liv for a while.  Hard to get any snuggle time with that sweet girl, so I had to sneak it in during Ingrid's nap, hehe.  We had pizza at Mom and Dad's and played.  Then, it was time for the Elf on the Shelf movie.  How adorable!!  I seriously loved that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CvlGAwCKiNU/Tu7SEMiwHXI/AAAAAAAAEvs/4m5tIR0GEG4/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CvlGAwCKiNU/Tu7SEMiwHXI/AAAAAAAAEvs/4m5tIR0GEG4/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687714348943809906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7A_IU0fyiWQ/Tu7SE21gKPI/AAAAAAAAEv4/lYsDpcFjGK0/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7A_IU0fyiWQ/Tu7SE21gKPI/AAAAAAAAEv4/lYsDpcFjGK0/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687714360296745202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PxFQtuxROM/Tu7SFcZ8DQI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/EiuPAlathhk/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2PxFQtuxROM/Tu7SFcZ8DQI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/EiuPAlathhk/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687714370381679874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKCB2Au9X5E/Tu7SFEqVGbI/AAAAAAAAEwE/ZEx1xbGO43Y/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKCB2Au9X5E/Tu7SFEqVGbI/AAAAAAAAEwE/ZEx1xbGO43Y/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687714364007979442" 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/7539353614543678108-4897566962196903794?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4897566962196903794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/full-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4897566962196903794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4897566962196903794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-17Wn3kzqpmU/Tu7Qr_2lKSI/AAAAAAAAEuw/dTd50hMHy_E/s72-c/DSC_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-8566867028033990123</id><published>2011-12-18T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:48:30.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>When you have strep throat, you just need some bubble gum medicine, a gingerbread house, hot chocolate, and some momma snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sV4sRHwjE0/TukHV1mNbvI/AAAAAAAAEuY/5SY_C9CxXZo/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sV4sRHwjE0/TukHV1mNbvI/AAAAAAAAEuY/5SY_C9CxXZo/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686084076277952242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47mGEtQp-0c/TukHVtmmgRI/AAAAAAAAEuI/OVYlMt2WPmY/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47mGEtQp-0c/TukHVtmmgRI/AAAAAAAAEuI/OVYlMt2WPmY/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686084074132111634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElsBover138/TukHVdIavnI/AAAAAAAAEuA/LLhv2ttYmuY/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ElsBover138/TukHVdIavnI/AAAAAAAAEuA/LLhv2ttYmuY/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686084069710544498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia is much better and had a fun weekend with her cousins! And in other news..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is finally showing some interest in reading????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5TQQeF57pA/TukHWNl12JI/AAAAAAAAEuo/F0osFx55z34/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5TQQeF57pA/TukHWNl12JI/AAAAAAAAEuo/F0osFx55z34/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686084082718857362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has been wanting to read books more and more and even grunting and growling to get us to read them multiple times.  Makes me happy.  What does not make me happy is that Elise now has a drippy, wippy nose.  Tis the season, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-8566867028033990123?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8566867028033990123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8566867028033990123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8566867028033990123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-4sV4sRHwjE0/TukHV1mNbvI/AAAAAAAAEuY/5SY_C9CxXZo/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-4917843375502101314</id><published>2011-12-14T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:22:25.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Boots are Made for Walking</title><content type='html'>Amelia has strepthroat.  BOOO.  I hope she doesn't get my inclination to have a million sore throats.  One thing is for sure, she is not inclinde to whine about it as I do (can't stand a sore throat) and has been in remarkably high spirits.  Thanks for the prayers and texts.  Dr. Shelby is so good with Amelia and she left with a handful of Cars stickers and a new book.  My dad came up yesterday to stay with us during the day (after he had worked the entire night) and help keep the two girls in separate rooms and it helped me out a ton.  Love you Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2NfOcsTbFg/TukDpqG0ixI/AAAAAAAAEtA/bx4asPQpBKA/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love Christmas outfits for the girls and even though it's hard to get a good picture around here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sONMImpCikY/TukDpV28WcI/AAAAAAAAEs0/DG6CTJzY-ZA/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sONMImpCikY/TukDpV28WcI/AAAAAAAAEs0/DG6CTJzY-ZA/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080013309073858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UT4jJdIBfaU/TukDo4y7_bI/AAAAAAAAEso/qXQujbzK6aM/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UT4jJdIBfaU/TukDo4y7_bI/AAAAAAAAEso/qXQujbzK6aM/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080005507644850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YWKUJR_O3Y/TukDop0wBII/AAAAAAAAEsc/K9Q41O6aK3g/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YWKUJR_O3Y/TukDop0wBII/AAAAAAAAEsc/K9Q41O6aK3g/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080001488716930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...I love them all the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of love.  I had Jessalyn and Greg over for dinner last week when Ross was on nights.  They came over straight after work and Amelia immediately wanted to change into a skirt and boots like Jessalyn.  Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2NfOcsTbFg/TukDpqG0ixI/AAAAAAAAEtA/bx4asPQpBKA/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2NfOcsTbFg/TukDpqG0ixI/AAAAAAAAEtA/bx4asPQpBKA/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080018744380178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mj5GdBstmeU/TukDqVzX7pI/AAAAAAAAEtM/gOyb-LhArIY/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mj5GdBstmeU/TukDqVzX7pI/AAAAAAAAEtM/gOyb-LhArIY/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080030473973394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one was really sure what Elise was doing :).  At first her purse was involved and the next thing we knew...no shirt and a Mtn. Dew.  We had a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6s9P-t9RUQA/TukEWKliONI/AAAAAAAAEt0/SW8gyLjU6Uw/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6s9P-t9RUQA/TukEWKliONI/AAAAAAAAEt0/SW8gyLjU6Uw/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080783377381586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8tkFq35Hbo/TukEVdr0BlI/AAAAAAAAEtc/c3Gf3D08KXs/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8tkFq35Hbo/TukEVdr0BlI/AAAAAAAAEtc/c3Gf3D08KXs/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080771324118610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I LOVE this picture and these hat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LWYF878efE/TukEViR2mbI/AAAAAAAAEto/IOtzZoFOP_E/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LWYF878efE/TukEViR2mbI/AAAAAAAAEto/IOtzZoFOP_E/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686080772557412786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Aunt Kathy made these--aren't they adorable??  And of course my Mom is the prettiest Gammy around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-4917843375502101314?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4917843375502101314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/these-boots-are-made-for-walking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4917843375502101314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4917843375502101314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/these-boots-are-made-for-walking.html' title='These Boots are Made for Walking'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-sONMImpCikY/TukDpV28WcI/AAAAAAAAEs0/DG6CTJzY-ZA/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7820107649598592148</id><published>2011-12-11T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:13:00.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See Ya Later!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-028WryalUIo/TuLfpMaR4xI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/IUdcED4w-J0/s1600/IMG_4251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-028WryalUIo/TuLfpMaR4xI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/IUdcED4w-J0/s400/IMG_4251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684351578494067474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what is over?  Ross's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three weeks&lt;/span&gt; of nights.  WHEW.  I do not like him not being here at night, nor do I like doing the whole supper, bedtime routine alone; but, I will say that this week was much better.  I mentioned that I thought Amelia's stomach troubles were continuing due to some anxiety of Ross being on nights (and my overtly apparent bad attitude about it), so we did tons of fun things and I kept an upbeat attitude and lo and behold I even tricked myself into thinking it was just fine and fun :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, we did some Christmas pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1uRDti1z0E/TuLd9no5tdI/AAAAAAAAErU/I_pEaNDif7M/s1600/IMG_4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1uRDti1z0E/TuLd9no5tdI/AAAAAAAAErU/I_pEaNDif7M/s400/IMG_4195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684349730377283026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made some snowman cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9PKpcvrioQ/TuLd-i433cI/AAAAAAAAEr4/Lq9GwIXnozc/s1600/IMG_4248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9PKpcvrioQ/TuLd-i433cI/AAAAAAAAEr4/Lq9GwIXnozc/s400/IMG_4248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684349746281962946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got all beautified for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYvsdbinpyk/TuLd_UBcCII/AAAAAAAAEsE/z_Xs8wq7j-w/s1600/IMG_4238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYvsdbinpyk/TuLd_UBcCII/AAAAAAAAEsE/z_Xs8wq7j-w/s400/IMG_4238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684349759471224962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decorated yet another window with stick-ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ6wu09yxnk/TuLd90TBbaI/AAAAAAAAErg/PkcXi5FqZUQ/s1600/IMG_4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ6wu09yxnk/TuLd90TBbaI/AAAAAAAAErg/PkcXi5FqZUQ/s400/IMG_4188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684349733775175074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And snuggled after bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-028WryalUIo/TuLfpMaR4xI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/IUdcED4w-J0/s1600/IMG_4251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-028WryalUIo/TuLfpMaR4xI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/IUdcED4w-J0/s400/IMG_4251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684351578494067474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-028WryalUIo/TuLfpMaR4xI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/IUdcED4w-J0/s1600/IMG_4251.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random sidenote:  I love, love, love putting new pictures in a picture frame and getting  the old ones out for a blast from the past.  I always keep them under there  and it just makes me so happy to look back at them.  Anyone else do  that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7820107649598592148?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7820107649598592148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/see-ya-later.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7820107649598592148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7820107649598592148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/see-ya-later.html' title='See Ya Later!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-028WryalUIo/TuLfpMaR4xI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/IUdcED4w-J0/s72-c/IMG_4251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7922517557557846722</id><published>2011-12-10T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:02:00.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halsted Family Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ross's extended family had their Christmas gathering last week and Amelia was stuck to Aunt Jessalyn like glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Mwf1SnzTY/TuA3Ye1arCI/AAAAAAAAEpo/m8Lptw3XOxo/s1600/IMG_4120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Mwf1SnzTY/TuA3Ye1arCI/AAAAAAAAEpo/m8Lptw3XOxo/s400/IMG_4120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683603623475063842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun time and I stole a sweet gift at the last minute during the gift exchange.  GO me.  This year it was held at a campground in Branson with a nice, big room and we enjoyed it SO much more than when it was all the way in Marshall in just one room.  I hope everyone else liked it and this will be the place for next year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia had fun playing with her cousins.  She refused to play much with her three year old cousin Cole, but definitely enjoyed playing with the six year old, ha.  Big shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-je9dGq5hHl4/TuA3rj3YSyI/AAAAAAAAEqY/G6QtcmUod5Y/s1600/IMG_4141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-je9dGq5hHl4/TuA3rj3YSyI/AAAAAAAAEqY/G6QtcmUod5Y/s400/IMG_4141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683603951242988322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hilarious thing was Amelia wanting to participate in the guesstimation jar contest.  She looked very seriously at the jars of jellybeans and Tootsie Rolls and "wrote" her guesses of five and seven.  It was precious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSXgbhcs0I0/TuLbZ9blfNI/AAAAAAAAErI/aEd_sbzLxwY/s1600/IMG_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSXgbhcs0I0/TuLbZ9blfNI/AAAAAAAAErI/aEd_sbzLxwY/s400/IMG_4135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684346918728465618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia got to run around outside for a little while at the playground to get out some energy.  She had a blast despite the fact that it was coooold.  Elise got to go outside too and she loved the blow-up decorations.  Both girls did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIf6dxsRcY/TuA3ZsOJ1zI/AAAAAAAAEqM/ofZC2O8bFrc/s1600/IMG_4125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMIf6dxsRcY/TuA3ZsOJ1zI/AAAAAAAAEqM/ofZC2O8bFrc/s400/IMG_4125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683603644248348466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCgjaPxPWN0/TuA3YtlssvI/AAAAAAAAEpw/ctGZXpcRocQ/s1600/IMG_4122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rCgjaPxPWN0/TuA3YtlssvI/AAAAAAAAEpw/ctGZXpcRocQ/s400/IMG_4122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683603627435668210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jmf__g5A0Xg/TuLbY1e5fGI/AAAAAAAAEqs/pjVVN4E_rsE/s1600/IMG_4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jmf__g5A0Xg/TuLbY1e5fGI/AAAAAAAAEqs/pjVVN4E_rsE/s400/IMG_4129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684346899415006306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-KyiaOGyzQ/TuLbZBdI0QI/AAAAAAAAEq8/VYnUyXzJFRU/s1600/IMG_4127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-KyiaOGyzQ/TuLbZBdI0QI/AAAAAAAAEq8/VYnUyXzJFRU/s400/IMG_4127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684346902628847874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for our first Christmas celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7922517557557846722?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7922517557557846722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/halsted-family-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7922517557557846722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7922517557557846722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/halsted-family-christmas.html' title='Halsted Family Christmas'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-o3Mwf1SnzTY/TuA3Ye1arCI/AAAAAAAAEpo/m8Lptw3XOxo/s72-c/IMG_4120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1503816692876800095</id><published>2011-12-09T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:12:31.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking and Talking</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe doing a ton of talking.  But, Elise is eleven months old and walking everywhere!  It started out slowly but quickly escalated to walking all around and wanting no help.  She has started trying to run a bit the last few days and that has not gone well.  HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise Mae,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a joy!  I constantly say that your smile is contagious.  It is literally the biggest smile I have ever seen.  We just love you to pieces.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZg-ELAfONQ/TuA04un_bZI/AAAAAAAAEo4/uL6LdcyvDJ0/s1600/IMG_4090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZg-ELAfONQ/TuA04un_bZI/AAAAAAAAEo4/uL6LdcyvDJ0/s400/IMG_4090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683600878934650258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply LOVE to go outside.  When we ask if you want to get the mail or go outside, you start kicking your legs like a wild, bucking bronco.  Swinging is your favorite and you almost always fall asleep if we stay out long enough.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vvuaXAlnkg/TuA04XdyVXI/AAAAAAAAEos/ooGWJI-KfhY/s1600/IMG_4081.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vvuaXAlnkg/TuA04XdyVXI/AAAAAAAAEos/ooGWJI-KfhY/s400/IMG_4081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683600872717833586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while this smile is precious, you can definitely hold your own.  You are more fiesty at this age than your sister was, which makes me a little nervous, ha.  You never really played with baby toys and have only wanted to play alongside Amelia the moment you could sit up.  It is a joy to watch you two together.  For instance, you were not phased when she beaned you with this ball and laughed hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9UUuCE_S1E/TuA05TOvWYI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/DFbkuXbDPhc/s1600/IMG_4199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9UUuCE_S1E/TuA05TOvWYI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/DFbkuXbDPhc/s400/IMG_4199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683600888760850818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty tough to keep you from doing things Amelia is doing, so I let your finger paint the other night.  You did a great job and painted two pictures.  Such a big girl already!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRend3-uJ-E/TuA0471ddEI/AAAAAAAAEpE/7b5EpPSS1e8/s1600/IMG_4192.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xRend3-uJ-E/TuA0471ddEI/AAAAAAAAEpE/7b5EpPSS1e8/s400/IMG_4192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683600882480804930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make quite a few animal sounds- moo, sss, whoo, quack, and a monkey sound.  Most of the words you try to say all seem to start with d, but I know what you are trying to say. You "say," dad, dog, bye, hi, cat, baba, and ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you our sweet girl who still sleeps with Momma and Daddy and won't lay down alone for a teeny tiny second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1503816692876800095?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1503816692876800095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking-and-talking.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1503816692876800095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1503816692876800095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking-and-talking.html' title='Walking and Talking'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-HZg-ELAfONQ/TuA04un_bZI/AAAAAAAAEo4/uL6LdcyvDJ0/s72-c/IMG_4090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-120548824868115466</id><published>2011-12-07T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:45:35.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are The Days..</title><content type='html'>Life is so full right now.  Busy and fun. Full of love.  I honestly think to myself often, "There is no way it can get better than this.  It just can't."  Yes, yes there are dirty dishes and tons of laundry not done.  The laundry that is done is piled on the couch.  Yes, Amelia mouths off already.  Yes, I still hold Elise while she sleeps.  And, okay, yes, Ross works long hours.  BUT STILL, I'm telling you, I have heart melting moments daily.  Even hourly.  How can it get better than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This precious girl who is GIDDY about all Christmas decorations and has worked herself silly decorating five trees :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHRUh6rM4hU/TuAxx8tcBWI/AAAAAAAAEoM/B1iy0djJqTk/s1600/IMG_4175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHRUh6rM4hU/TuAxx8tcBWI/AAAAAAAAEoM/B1iy0djJqTk/s400/IMG_4175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683597463921624418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having your Daddy come to Open Gym when he's usually at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2axfBZiuw8/TuAxy69XkCI/AAAAAAAAEog/leZv4NjNOl0/s1600/IMG_4222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2axfBZiuw8/TuAxy69XkCI/AAAAAAAAEog/leZv4NjNOl0/s400/IMG_4222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683597480631439394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with precious friends in town for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jepLuKhf-18/TuAwiBqi4dI/AAAAAAAAEnw/nHiBof18hDk/s1600/IMG_4156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jepLuKhf-18/TuAwiBqi4dI/AAAAAAAAEnw/nHiBof18hDk/s400/IMG_4156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683596090862133714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEwSW3UYPwk/TuAxxsRR2zI/AAAAAAAAEn8/VLZ-kBgv6vQ/s1600/IMG_4163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SEwSW3UYPwk/TuAxxsRR2zI/AAAAAAAAEn8/VLZ-kBgv6vQ/s400/IMG_4163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683597459508550450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing outside all bundled up.  Fresh air is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DKC9PbRg_A/TuAwhwcXAII/AAAAAAAAEng/9cf-8ue1-dM/s1600/IMG_4077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DKC9PbRg_A/TuAwhwcXAII/AAAAAAAAEng/9cf-8ue1-dM/s400/IMG_4077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683596086239232130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at drive through lights in our jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxGoBOetc1s/TuAwgoOFc5I/AAAAAAAAEnA/lu09mS0gxjI/s1600/IMG_4074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PxGoBOetc1s/TuAwgoOFc5I/AAAAAAAAEnA/lu09mS0gxjI/s400/IMG_4074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683596066852008850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GB6hyA1TeFE/TuAwhr9vpBI/AAAAAAAAEnY/MA0qaSrQ0tc/s1600/IMG_4072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GB6hyA1TeFE/TuAwhr9vpBI/AAAAAAAAEnY/MA0qaSrQ0tc/s400/IMG_4072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683596085037081618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-errZ1dwzPPs/TuAwhEnHuAI/AAAAAAAAEnM/yHgHB-FPbbw/s1600/IMG_4070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-errZ1dwzPPs/TuAwhEnHuAI/AAAAAAAAEnM/yHgHB-FPbbw/s400/IMG_4070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683596074473207810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't.  Nope, no way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-120548824868115466?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/120548824868115466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/these-are-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/120548824868115466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/120548824868115466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/these-are-days.html' title='These Are The Days..'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-FHRUh6rM4hU/TuAxx8tcBWI/AAAAAAAAEoM/B1iy0djJqTk/s72-c/IMG_4175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-4769321471926860148</id><published>2011-12-03T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:48:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, She Said It</title><content type='html'>Amelia is huh-lar-ee-us.  I love this age.  Here are some memorable moments of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Let's play a game.  It will be the opposite game.&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;A:  What's the opposite of hot?&lt;br /&gt;M: Cold&lt;br /&gt;(this goes on with some similar examples)&lt;br /&gt;A: Okay, this one is hard.&lt;br /&gt;M:  I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;A:  What is the opposite of sign?&lt;br /&gt;M:  Like street sign?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;M:  Well honey, there isn't an opposite for sign.  Not everything has an opposite.&lt;br /&gt;A:  You poor thing.  It's NO SIGN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAtVQkI6khI/TthNmOSspjI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/6rfVl9f_ZT0/s1600/DSC_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAtVQkI6khI/TthNmOSspjI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/6rfVl9f_ZT0/s400/DSC_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681376248994768434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her bedtime prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  And thank you for my mom's really long and big nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4Lev3_0_SE/TthNmLuLofI/AAAAAAAAEmY/ddr8AcvO2ok/s1600/IMG_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4Lev3_0_SE/TthNmLuLofI/AAAAAAAAEmY/ddr8AcvO2ok/s400/IMG_3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681376248304738802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Orange Leaf a mom and her teenage daughter walked in. Amelia is JUST as nosy as her Gammy and wants to talk about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Why is her daughter so big?&lt;br /&gt;M:  Well, she will always be her daughter no matter how old she gets.&lt;br /&gt;A:  I bet she is FIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;M:  She is way older than that sweetie.  You will be my daughter when you are three and ten and twenty.&lt;br /&gt;A:  And I will still be your daughter when I am FIVE and when I have a daughter in my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq4pkfEOqeI/TthNmSmcE4I/AAAAAAAAEmo/yzJnButayns/s1600/IMG_3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq4pkfEOqeI/TthNmSmcE4I/AAAAAAAAEmo/yzJnButayns/s400/IMG_3999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681376250151310210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking her up from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Umm I was wild in music today and got a time out.&lt;br /&gt;M:  Oh no, why?&lt;br /&gt;A:  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;M:  I guess I will have to call the music teacher and find out.&lt;br /&gt;A:  She won't know either.  Sometimes I am just wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(turns out her one and only time-out was from uncontrollable dancing...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woQu_JsQ3NI/TthOD8pRHvI/AAAAAAAAEm0/ejudYVyikO0/s1600/IMG_3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woQu_JsQ3NI/TthOD8pRHvI/AAAAAAAAEm0/ejudYVyikO0/s400/IMG_3969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681376759653670642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's thoughtful, rambunctious, hilarious, beautiful, loving, motherly, intelligent, opinionated and I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-4769321471926860148?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4769321471926860148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/yep-she-said-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4769321471926860148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4769321471926860148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/yep-she-said-it.html' title='Yep, She Said It'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-vAtVQkI6khI/TthNmOSspjI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/6rfVl9f_ZT0/s72-c/DSC_0881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-4481791389082285550</id><published>2011-12-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T18:23:00.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overboard, Overboard</title><content type='html'>My family always buys presents well outside their means.  We just love to buy presents for each other.  We always chant, "overboard, overboard," at Christmas and giggle when we know someone just spent enough to be paying on that gift for six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel when I look at my life.  I feel like chanting, "OVERBOARD," upward to the heavens.  I don't know why I have all these blessings.  I don't know why I was chosen to have these two adorable children.  I am not sure why the Lord created Ross to put up with me and love me.  I have no earthly idea how I was born to the two most loving and generous parents that continue to parent me daily--into my thirties.  In a world of brokenness, I do not get the precious wholeness and closeness of my family.  I have no clue why I have a network of friends who are true and genuine and faithful prayer partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do know this.  These things are tangible evidence of God's existence, power, and love.  Now, if they were taken away, he would still exist and would still have ultimate power and would still love unconditionally.  However, it is up to me to make the most of all this love I have while I have it.  And what a fabulous reminder our Thanksgiving celebration was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8zhXw5qF0c/TthG8QUttTI/AAAAAAAAElU/TrTmVa6kxEc/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8zhXw5qF0c/TthG8QUttTI/AAAAAAAAElU/TrTmVa6kxEc/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681368930915824946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4d_McBNd1Ik/TthG7SrGxqI/AAAAAAAAElI/L2yhIxgEmvw/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4d_McBNd1Ik/TthG7SrGxqI/AAAAAAAAElI/L2yhIxgEmvw/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681368914366744226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0sQLz8mcYA/TthG7KI-S7I/AAAAAAAAEk4/SL3b47jJyQE/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0sQLz8mcYA/TthG7KI-S7I/AAAAAAAAEk4/SL3b47jJyQE/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681368912076098482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbH8ao7pl24/TthG6g9p2kI/AAAAAAAAEkw/npPTS833mxQ/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbH8ao7pl24/TthG6g9p2kI/AAAAAAAAEkw/npPTS833mxQ/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681368901022767682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrB3DXIv4sg/TthG6dN2KGI/AAAAAAAAEkk/r4XgBFY1AbA/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OrB3DXIv4sg/TthG6dN2KGI/AAAAAAAAEkk/r4XgBFY1AbA/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681368900016941154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSEwYmRm8dY/TthJrUUQjgI/AAAAAAAAEl4/CpNGLz7Yu5o/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSEwYmRm8dY/TthJrUUQjgI/AAAAAAAAEl4/CpNGLz7Yu5o/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681371938464763394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQJ6Hz0xHB0/TthJrb9bacI/AAAAAAAAElo/yu7MuKo8790/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQJ6Hz0xHB0/TthJrb9bacI/AAAAAAAAElo/yu7MuKo8790/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681371940516489666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hijF_TXnJbo/TthJrD4EeoI/AAAAAAAAElg/zRFMbvorsGE/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hijF_TXnJbo/TthJrD4EeoI/AAAAAAAAElg/zRFMbvorsGE/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681371934051564162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This IS a picture of love, I promise.  Amelia takes her sisterly duties very seriously and was trying her best to wrangle Elise in a loving way.  But, Leeser is a beast that isn't easily tamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSEwYmRm8dY/TthJrUUQjgI/AAAAAAAAEl4/CpNGLz7Yu5o/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSEwYmRm8dY/TthJrUUQjgI/AAAAAAAAEl4/CpNGLz7Yu5o/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681371938464763394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went back to Mom and Dads, DD relaxed with a hairstyle by a naked beautician.  Perfect.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hG2xnYgLEoE/TthJr_4uZvI/AAAAAAAAEmE/Xl-oJSm10bg/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hG2xnYgLEoE/TthJr_4uZvI/AAAAAAAAEmE/Xl-oJSm10bg/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681371950160439026" 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/7539353614543678108-4481791389082285550?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4481791389082285550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/overboard-overboard.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4481791389082285550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4481791389082285550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/overboard-overboard.html' title='Overboard, Overboard'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-j8zhXw5qF0c/TthG8QUttTI/AAAAAAAAElU/TrTmVa6kxEc/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-9218249651374148780</id><published>2011-12-01T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:17:00.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>Ross would have three, count 'em, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; weeks of NIGHTS during this  festive and wonderful time.  Two weeks down and round three starting soon.  I definitely felt that Satan was trying to get me down with two  visits to the emergency room during one of those weeks.  Yes, Amelia  went to the ER twice with intense stomach pains that lasted up to an  hour each time.  I wanted to make sure to document it in case it ever  happens again.  She screamed in fear of going to the bathroom and  doubled over on the ground rolling around trying to relieve the pain.   This was a five day ordeal with an X-ray and two rounds of blood work  and a very patient doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MXsAQ9SjF2g/TsyB_RdGPhI/AAAAAAAAEh8/LfxemKeezXU/s1600/IMG_3864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MXsAQ9SjF2g/TsyB_RdGPhI/AAAAAAAAEh8/LfxemKeezXU/s400/IMG_3864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678056154224541202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave her a stool softener and some gas drops and it all seemed to  work itself out thankfully.  I spent many nights wide awake just waiting  for another attack.  Then, I wouldn't even feel tired the next morning  on edge waiting for her to bend over in pain.  Whew.  Scary.  Never knew  what it would do to me as a mother to see my child hurting.  No one can  explain that to you.  There was a very real time period when we thought  she had appendicitis and I was trying to prepare myself for her having  surgery, just in case.  Shudder.  Some of it might have had to do with worry.  She made several comments about not liking her dad being on nights (because of my thoughtless comments about dreading nights, etc.) and would really act out during bedtime without him there.  I am going to be nothing but positive about it next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessalyn and Greg, Mom, and Barbara all were a very big help during that scary week and I am so thankful we have family close enough to help.  Barbara drove up at midnight one night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hahn gave Amelia a bravery certificate after one very painful blood draw (three entire vials!) and the certificate was for Incredible Pizza.  She was so excited to go and since Ross was on nights and got some sleep up at the hospital, a perk was that he got to meet us for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is ballin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9yWBN-tUVg4/TthCc7ciCEI/AAAAAAAAEkI/qlt_0q9__JU/s1600/IMG_3918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9yWBN-tUVg4/TthCc7ciCEI/AAAAAAAAEkI/qlt_0q9__JU/s400/IMG_3918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681363994689013826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGZxlD9qkbs/TthCctlufDI/AAAAAAAAEkA/DplsiavaReo/s1600/IMG_3894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGZxlD9qkbs/TthCctlufDI/AAAAAAAAEkA/DplsiavaReo/s400/IMG_3894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681363990969482290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ross NEVER wins anything out of the claw machine and he won TWO Christmas things.  She was beyond excited.  I actually jumped up and down, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCA8hU3SU7k/TthCcL5s3GI/AAAAAAAAEj0/eFuWtpo_V0A/s1600/IMG_3904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCA8hU3SU7k/TthCcL5s3GI/AAAAAAAAEj0/eFuWtpo_V0A/s400/IMG_3904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681363981926456418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise Mae ate an entire piece of pizza and was so good the whole time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_9sHN2iwiM/TthCbgi5LMI/AAAAAAAAEjo/TvRAzHVtueA/s1600/IMG_3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_9sHN2iwiM/TthCbgi5LMI/AAAAAAAAEjo/TvRAzHVtueA/s400/IMG_3891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681363970288069826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgm2zUBqpk0/TthCbXXwxmI/AAAAAAAAEjc/S844tsWHEWE/s1600/IMG_3890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgm2zUBqpk0/TthCbXXwxmI/AAAAAAAAEjc/S844tsWHEWE/s400/IMG_3890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681363967825462882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXqzUXgcF2Y/TthDrZL9tTI/AAAAAAAAEkY/Q7b-vARLywo/s1600/IMG_3914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nXqzUXgcF2Y/TthDrZL9tTI/AAAAAAAAEkY/Q7b-vARLywo/s400/IMG_3914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681365342702384434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a fun time we had that day.  It had been a hard week of very little sleep and a lot of prayer.  So thankful for her energetic and healthy self :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-9218249651374148780?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/9218249651374148780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/9218249651374148780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/9218249651374148780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-MXsAQ9SjF2g/TsyB_RdGPhI/AAAAAAAAEh8/LfxemKeezXU/s72-c/IMG_3864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5708599034410761210</id><published>2011-11-27T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:44:36.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho</title><content type='html'>We loaded up to go see Santa last weekend and Bass Pro was our spot of choice.  There were other activities offered if the Santa meeting went awry.  And, the picture was free.  As soon as we got there, Amelia wanted to ride this merry-go-round.  There was no wait and she had so much fun.  Then, she rode it again.  And again...  I told her we should get in line to see Santa and as she peeked over at him she declared that he looked just like Noah.  She said she wasn't quite ready (line is growing exponentially) and we move on to the ice slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWUM6pjYDds/TtG5k1d0hrI/AAAAAAAAEiU/D9tWagaq-QQ/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4WsHGQy94Y/TtG5kzPJdeI/AAAAAAAAEiI/ZspxA2W6EoI/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4WsHGQy94Y/TtG5kzPJdeI/AAAAAAAAEiI/ZspxA2W6EoI/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679524646971078114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice slide was ridiculously fast and Amelia loved it.  And she slid and slid and slid.  Not sure what Elise thought of it, but she did participate a few times.  No squeals of excitement, nor cries of fear. (Looks like her dad loved it though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqfMDDcKJTk/TtMLX2EdD7I/AAAAAAAAEis/pgDivPRV8x0/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqfMDDcKJTk/TtMLX2EdD7I/AAAAAAAAEis/pgDivPRV8x0/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679896059323420594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5vT280UsXk/TtMLYGdopjI/AAAAAAAAEi4/yzvye0iR5I0/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5vT280UsXk/TtMLYGdopjI/AAAAAAAAEi4/yzvye0iR5I0/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679896063724004914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was Amelia's response to, "How much fun are you having?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kulIM5hINY/TtMLY54hy6I/AAAAAAAAEjA/PTFzoSMWVbc/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kulIM5hINY/TtMLY54hy6I/AAAAAAAAEjA/PTFzoSMWVbc/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679896077527010210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to check out the line and see how things were progressing.  Amelia was still putting off even getting in the line and we needed a decision.  The elf helper nicely informed me the wait was two and a half hours to see Santa and that they were now giving out tickets for a later time.  REALLY?  I mean is this Disney World?  Amelia hemmed and hawed and finally decided she just wanted to wave at Santa and write him a letter.  This was a fabulous decision and off we went to look at the animals. (I promise we did not sway her in any way, and were perfectly ready to stand in that awful line).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhkylevPG_k/TtMNvc2IlmI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/oV7vIsWXs5A/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhkylevPG_k/TtMNvc2IlmI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/oV7vIsWXs5A/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679898663892588130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elise and Amelia loved the turtles and the fish and all the stuffed animals at Bass Pro.  The glass elevator and the waterfalls were big hits as well.  It was the most fun family day.  Three hours of sheer delight without a penny spent.  Okay, we did buy a ginormous chocolate chip cookie that we all split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia wrote Santa and asked for a dress up box full of dresses and a crown.  She said he can just bring Elise a surprise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-5708599034410761210?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5708599034410761210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5708599034410761210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5708599034410761210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-p4WsHGQy94Y/TtG5kzPJdeI/AAAAAAAAEiI/ZspxA2W6EoI/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-4367255431378023506</id><published>2011-11-22T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:15:31.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 75th Memer</title><content type='html'>This is belated, but with much love.  We had a great birthday  celebration for my gorgeous Meme weekend before last.  Everyone was there and  it was a joyous time as usual when I am with my family.  For as long as I can remember, I would  pray that Meme would be around to see me get married and meet my  children.  As I watched Amelia get absolutely giddy to hand Meme her  presents (something that was my job not that long ago) and wrap her present and make her a card, it made my heart so  happy.  Both of my girls love my Meme in a way that is seemingly the  only way one can love this lady. Fiercely.  Loyally.  Wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a wonderful day Meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8QrGtXZOyY/TsyAMArDe5I/AAAAAAAAEg0/R_yfC_lFxT8/s1600/DSC_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8QrGtXZOyY/TsyAMArDe5I/AAAAAAAAEg0/R_yfC_lFxT8/s400/DSC_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678054174034721682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uohw34p5jgA/Tsx3JBnA-tI/AAAAAAAAEgo/-6X-xNG6gtM/s1600/DSC_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uohw34p5jgA/Tsx3JBnA-tI/AAAAAAAAEgo/-6X-xNG6gtM/s400/DSC_0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678044227141958354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LaCBeB0YjaQ/TsyAMTpaY3I/AAAAAAAAEhA/KXV2mRGZN7g/s1600/IMG_3834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LaCBeB0YjaQ/TsyAMTpaY3I/AAAAAAAAEhA/KXV2mRGZN7g/s400/IMG_3834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678054179128107890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCy5DmPygo8/TsyAM7K8qzI/AAAAAAAAEhM/-QjiEGdS9nQ/s1600/IMG_3847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCy5DmPygo8/TsyAM7K8qzI/AAAAAAAAEhM/-QjiEGdS9nQ/s400/IMG_3847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678054189737749298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross even got to come to the party after a long week of nights (followed by another long week of nights) and very little sleep (for both of us.)  I love residency!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGb1vp-TA0s/TsyANPXwEBI/AAAAAAAAEhY/i8xXnqSCcfc/s1600/IMG_3850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGb1vp-TA0s/TsyANPXwEBI/AAAAAAAAEhY/i8xXnqSCcfc/s400/IMG_3850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678054195160158226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we left the next day, I snapped a picture of Steph after church.  Liv was born two days later!!  My last pregnancy picture of my beautiful sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpMpV7hkE5I/TsyANS49SxI/AAAAAAAAEhk/fhO6IUKCd_g/s1600/IMG_3863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpMpV7hkE5I/TsyANS49SxI/AAAAAAAAEhk/fhO6IUKCd_g/s400/IMG_3863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678054196104743698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, one of my beautiful baby girl.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ApW9o7piP4/TsyBN43s9wI/AAAAAAAAEhw/DbZvQn583gk/s1600/IMG_3862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ApW9o7piP4/TsyBN43s9wI/AAAAAAAAEhw/DbZvQn583gk/s400/IMG_3862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678055305811654402" 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/7539353614543678108-4367255431378023506?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4367255431378023506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-75th-memer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4367255431378023506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4367255431378023506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-75th-memer.html' title='Happy 75th Memer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-g8QrGtXZOyY/TsyAMArDe5I/AAAAAAAAEg0/R_yfC_lFxT8/s72-c/DSC_0901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-705733934038999358</id><published>2011-11-18T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:54:00.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFriN3G1UF0/Tr7dLUvAEgI/AAAAAAAAEgE/r07WkKyLxNE/s1600/DSC_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RFriN3G1UF0/Tr7dLUvAEgI/AAAAAAAAEgE/r07WkKyLxNE/s400/DSC_0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674215767147549186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My doodle dee is ten months old (okay, this is late and she is almost eleven months old) and had her checkup and flu shot last week.  She didn't even cry when she got her shot.  Crazy!  Just a grunt and a whimper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to play with any toy Amelia is playing with.  Loves following her and being around her and wants Amelia's sippy cup, snack, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite toy is any baby to hug and kiss or something with buttons that you can push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't really sit still for many books to be read to her and honestly has never shown an interest in books much at all.  We are still trying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eating habits are great, especially if it is "big girl" food.  She loves breads of any kind, black beans, crackers, cheese, bananas, chicken, yogurt, and any Gerber snacks.  She won't eat green veggies, but eats almost all of her fruit baby foods.  Still only two bottom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is usually an atrocious nightmare.  I don't even know what to type.  Praying for some big turnaround soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands without holding on to anything and squats down and can stand back up! So big.  She walks all around holding on to furniture or push toys and is so proud of herself. During Meme's birthday party she took four steps.  We might have a walking baby soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as talking, she says mama and dada but not always discriminately.  She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; to say thank you, dog, cat, moo, duck, and hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise, I am so thankful that you are a part of our family.  It is hard to remember how my heart felt before you came into this world.  Loving you is a natural part of every minute.  Your big smile continues to be my very favorite thing.  But, I'm pretty crazy about all of you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-705733934038999358?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/705733934038999358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/ten-months-old.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/705733934038999358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/705733934038999358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/ten-months-old.html' title='Ten Months Old'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-RFriN3G1UF0/Tr7dLUvAEgI/AAAAAAAAEgE/r07WkKyLxNE/s72-c/DSC_0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5941867354310308519</id><published>2011-11-17T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:06:07.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Importantly...</title><content type='html'>Little Liv Riley was born EARLY!!  We are so excited that she is already here.  She is just gorgeous and I can't wait to hold her again.  I had to miss the birth because Amelia was sick and I was just SO upset about it.  But, thankfully G came up to be with me and help during the night and stayed with the girls so I could drive to Harrison and hold her quickly and come back.  And as my husband leaned over to tell me through my tears, "Heather, she is healthy and that is all that matters."  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86GsDHqoD8k/TsXmmEcchhI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/3JqCganGWNk/s1600/303734_10150356784986621_641851620_8686207_1933617162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86GsDHqoD8k/TsXmmEcchhI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/3JqCganGWNk/s400/303734_10150356784986621_641851620_8686207_1933617162_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676196447072847378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her full head of hair is just my FAVORITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKOVqFMzHKM/TsXmmUDaBWI/AAAAAAAAEgY/Ul85_07ln2Q/s1600/381593_10150356758266621_641851620_8686166_1073136904_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKOVqFMzHKM/TsXmmUDaBWI/AAAAAAAAEgY/Ul85_07ln2Q/s400/381593_10150356758266621_641851620_8686166_1073136904_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676196451262793058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6 lbs 12 oz.  18 1/2 inches long.  Nov 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave tomorrow morning to go see her and I'm just up and giddy.  Can't believe we have our four precious girl cousins that will all be under one roof!  Thank you Lord for our undeserved blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my sister went with a drug free birth again?  ROCK STAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-5941867354310308519?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5941867354310308519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/most-importantly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5941867354310308519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5941867354310308519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/most-importantly.html' title='Most Importantly...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-86GsDHqoD8k/TsXmmEcchhI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/3JqCganGWNk/s72-c/303734_10150356784986621_641851620_8686207_1933617162_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-2976204720872565002</id><published>2011-11-12T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:53:00.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elise Mae's Day</title><content type='html'>We dedicated Elise last Sunday and it was such a great day.  The whole family came up to celebrate our decision to dedicate her to the Lord.  She looked precious and did so well up there.  Amelia stood up with us also and was a very proud big sister.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1cM4OvRwjc/Tr7aJ2d13bI/AAAAAAAAEfg/V0DkOuI4qas/s1600/DSC_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1cM4OvRwjc/Tr7aJ2d13bI/AAAAAAAAEfg/V0DkOuI4qas/s400/DSC_0841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674212443307761074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVaBKsVz5Mc/Tr7aKahEayI/AAAAAAAAEfs/8s1KMcmVkF0/s1600/DSC_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVaBKsVz5Mc/Tr7aKahEayI/AAAAAAAAEfs/8s1KMcmVkF0/s400/DSC_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674212452984974114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpX5tTaO06o/Tr7aLEWjwTI/AAAAAAAAEf4/O0i6fuIZJCc/s1600/DSC_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LpX5tTaO06o/Tr7aLEWjwTI/AAAAAAAAEf4/O0i6fuIZJCc/s400/DSC_0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674212464215179570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took very few pictures of the day with my camera because I was just enjoying my time, but I will have to get some of Steph's and G's because they took a lot.  It was nice having Ross's family and mine all together and Amelia kept saying it was like a BIG PARTY because everyone was all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were standing in front of the church, I was thinking  to myself that THIS is the only thing that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;matters.  It is easy to get caught up in schedules and finding the perfect little outfits, and preschool, and sleeping patterns, and what's for supper, and a million other parenting worries.  However, the biggest worry that should occupy the BULK of my time is making sure my girls are raised to love their Lord and love others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, their ABC's are important.  Yes, I will continue to work on animal sounds with Elise.  Of course I will sing songs and read books.  But, Ross and I's main goal is to raise our children up in a Christian home.  Everything else is secondary.  And while this isn't a new revelation, it is nice to have such a beautiful day as a reminder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Elise Mae Halsted--Happy Dedication Day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-2976204720872565002?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2976204720872565002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/elise-maes-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2976204720872565002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2976204720872565002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/elise-maes-day.html' title='Elise Mae&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-Q1cM4OvRwjc/Tr7aJ2d13bI/AAAAAAAAEfg/V0DkOuI4qas/s72-c/DSC_0841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7201836878583294114</id><published>2011-11-10T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:45:39.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>It was funny then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFkpREYOzx4/TrxT2WbctqI/AAAAAAAAEfU/X2mRD8C-1Fo/s1600/IMG_6626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YFkpREYOzx4/TrxT2WbctqI/AAAAAAAAEfU/X2mRD8C-1Fo/s400/IMG_6626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673501823778731682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's funny now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNxU5qTZGDI/TrwnKc-2oAI/AAAAAAAAEfI/oVwaf-t9ROc/s1600/IMG_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNxU5qTZGDI/TrwnKc-2oAI/AAAAAAAAEfI/oVwaf-t9ROc/s400/IMG_3709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673452691111976962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you DD you handsome devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7201836878583294114?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7201836878583294114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7201836878583294114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7201836878583294114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-YFkpREYOzx4/TrxT2WbctqI/AAAAAAAAEfU/X2mRD8C-1Fo/s72-c/IMG_6626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-8904218933541498227</id><published>2011-11-07T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:24:00.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Built In</title><content type='html'>Steph and I have always said we have a built in best friend in each  other.  I know not all sisters are that way, but we hit the jackpot.  I  love watching Amelia and Elise interact and offer up silent prayers that  they will always feel like they have a best friend that they have  effortless fun with.  There are lots of talks about sharing and caring and gentle hugs and no pushing  that go on in our home, and while a 2 year old and 10 month old don't get along  seamlessly, there are far more special moments than not.  I love being  the mom of sisters :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FfJlEEYdrn8/TrdfpJyDVhI/AAAAAAAAEbM/PaXzFLBWb7Q/s1600/DSC_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FfJlEEYdrn8/TrdfpJyDVhI/AAAAAAAAEbM/PaXzFLBWb7Q/s400/DSC_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672107416301557266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ3W2RfkDv4/TrdfoteLS9I/AAAAAAAAEbE/ES_g2hMS_h0/s1600/DSC_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RZ3W2RfkDv4/TrdfoteLS9I/AAAAAAAAEbE/ES_g2hMS_h0/s400/DSC_0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672107408702000082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uQPWq4jaGM/TrdfoFFBbWI/AAAAAAAAEas/nKcn7MiMxjE/s1600/IMG_3536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uQPWq4jaGM/TrdfoFFBbWI/AAAAAAAAEas/nKcn7MiMxjE/s400/IMG_3536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672107397859077474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9mb3NMEK3I/Trdd-umZGVI/AAAAAAAAEag/awKIuN5HhGc/s1600/IMG_3714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9mb3NMEK3I/Trdd-umZGVI/AAAAAAAAEag/awKIuN5HhGc/s400/IMG_3714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672105587938761042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAGSuydXCHc/Trdd-lmANBI/AAAAAAAAEaU/Vzvo9KbYtns/s1600/IMG_3705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAGSuydXCHc/Trdd-lmANBI/AAAAAAAAEaU/Vzvo9KbYtns/s400/IMG_3705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672105585521210386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqkWpNvpbpw/Trdd7yT2klI/AAAAAAAAEaM/VBDj3MjTz9g/s1600/IMG_3748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqkWpNvpbpw/Trdd7yT2klI/AAAAAAAAEaM/VBDj3MjTz9g/s400/IMG_3748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672105537395135058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6zs79TeAog/Trdd7loCavI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/_S6JhJwmD5k/s1600/IMG_3730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6zs79TeAog/Trdd7loCavI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/_S6JhJwmD5k/s400/IMG_3730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672105533990136562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcFmZREXnwc/Trdd7ec-3GI/AAAAAAAAEZw/10XfCwNlrhI/s1600/IMG_3735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcFmZREXnwc/Trdd7ec-3GI/AAAAAAAAEZw/10XfCwNlrhI/s400/IMG_3735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672105532064717922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for kicks, here is a picture of Ingrid, Amelia, and Elise having a morning snack at Gammy and Gampy's house a few weekends ago.  Liv will be joining them THIS month.  I'm so excited.  These four little girls have many fun memories ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqfroDc_8lw/TrdfoPI9HOI/AAAAAAAAEa4/gwzgRK5hc8U/s1600/IMG_3619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqfroDc_8lw/TrdfoPI9HOI/AAAAAAAAEa4/gwzgRK5hc8U/s400/IMG_3619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672107400559926498" 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/7539353614543678108-8904218933541498227?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8904218933541498227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/built-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8904218933541498227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8904218933541498227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/built-in.html' title='Built In'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-FfJlEEYdrn8/TrdfpJyDVhI/AAAAAAAAEbM/PaXzFLBWb7Q/s72-c/DSC_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-3389305841478480299</id><published>2011-11-06T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:24:00.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rhyme or Reason</title><content type='html'>I love this fall squirrel shirt that Mom got Amelia and she loves it too.  She was very excited to wear it to school last week.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ju4geLdqRtM/TrdbXmia2iI/AAAAAAAAEZI/4cum6NXYBS0/s1600/IMG_3718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ju4geLdqRtM/TrdbXmia2iI/AAAAAAAAEZI/4cum6NXYBS0/s400/IMG_3718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672102716736461346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 2 and 1/2 Amelia finally had her first hair cut.  Meme always cut my hair growing up and it was special to me that she got to give Amelia a much needed wisp reduction.  Amelia sat very still and was jumping and twirling to show off her new 'do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUWT5XnShik/TrddF9Nz0ZI/AAAAAAAAEZk/bQeYfN4IaFg/s1600/IMG_3627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUWT5XnShik/TrddF9Nz0ZI/AAAAAAAAEZk/bQeYfN4IaFg/s400/IMG_3627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672104612609642898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGw-ZIMFcJ0/TrdajG1DrLI/AAAAAAAAEY0/V7zgFDKdCfo/s1600/IMG_3628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGw-ZIMFcJ0/TrdajG1DrLI/AAAAAAAAEY0/V7zgFDKdCfo/s400/IMG_3628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672101814871502002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A few more trick-or-treat shots just because it was so darn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmWWMig97tc/TrdaiWDYNYI/AAAAAAAAEYo/1lep--77SJQ/s1600/IMG_3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmWWMig97tc/TrdaiWDYNYI/AAAAAAAAEYo/1lep--77SJQ/s400/IMG_3693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672101801778230658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqSw7y48rNE/TrdaiD1vqYI/AAAAAAAAEYY/Lqf97xuE1xg/s1600/IMG_3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqSw7y48rNE/TrdaiD1vqYI/AAAAAAAAEYY/Lqf97xuE1xg/s400/IMG_3698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672101796889209218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia has been waiting and waiting and waiting to be the "Star Student" and when she finally brought home the note in her backpack, we danced a jig.  She got to fill up the show and tell bag and fill out a sheet about herself.  She picked her Build-a-Bear, Della, a crocodile, an animal magazine, her pull along dog, and a picture of Elise.  She decided against taking the giraffe pictured because, "Boys are wild and they might break it."  It was a special day for a beautiful Star Student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpnLbeKUryE/Trdah3FpAOI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/_RpqpWXH5P4/s1600/IMG_3614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpnLbeKUryE/Trdah3FpAOI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/_RpqpWXH5P4/s400/IMG_3614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672101793466220770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eds3Ym4d0r0/Trdahlh0PJI/AAAAAAAAEYE/HVcMUmOscMI/s1600/IMG_3612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eds3Ym4d0r0/Trdahlh0PJI/AAAAAAAAEYE/HVcMUmOscMI/s400/IMG_3612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672101788752559250" 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/7539353614543678108-3389305841478480299?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3389305841478480299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-rhyme-or-reason.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3389305841478480299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3389305841478480299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-rhyme-or-reason.html' title='No Rhyme or Reason'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-Ju4geLdqRtM/TrdbXmia2iI/AAAAAAAAEZI/4cum6NXYBS0/s72-c/IMG_3718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-2516566294486730644</id><published>2011-11-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:37:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carved</title><content type='html'>I have never been a big fan of carving pumpkins.  I mean, they rot almost immediately after they are carved.  The seeds are gross.  I seem like someone that would saw my hand off.  But every year growing up we carved pumpkins and I still like the idea of the tradition if someone else does all the work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little bit of a let-down post, but girls, when you are reading this in future years, you will just laugh and know it is true.  Your mama is not a jack-o-lantern lady.  However, it was a fun family night and Amelia was very into picking out the face and NOT touching the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFob44WHCsM/TrNskUcbvII/AAAAAAAAET8/kq3c847xtSc/s1600/DSC_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LFob44WHCsM/TrNskUcbvII/AAAAAAAAET8/kq3c847xtSc/s400/DSC_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670995727008644226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efzWazPrvJc/TrNsjsdgiSI/AAAAAAAAETk/jWsvKdbCF1Y/s1600/DSC_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efzWazPrvJc/TrNsjsdgiSI/AAAAAAAAETk/jWsvKdbCF1Y/s400/DSC_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670995716275734818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlWKYJ_1vdg/TrNsj-GcsUI/AAAAAAAAETw/1SX0QXI6iI4/s1600/DSC_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlWKYJ_1vdg/TrNsj-GcsUI/AAAAAAAAETw/1SX0QXI6iI4/s400/DSC_0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670995721010852162" 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/7539353614543678108-2516566294486730644?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2516566294486730644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/carved.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2516566294486730644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2516566294486730644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/carved.html' title='Carved'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-LFob44WHCsM/TrNskUcbvII/AAAAAAAAET8/kq3c847xtSc/s72-c/DSC_0698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-3108784541197341613</id><published>2011-11-03T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:36:40.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised</title><content type='html'>Here are some costume shots.  The first few are when Mammaw came to our house so Amelia the Strawberry Princess Fairy could trick or treat her.  Precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tNHpU2kodQg/TrNqzkNvnbI/AAAAAAAAETA/hF951Ca6t1I/s1600/DSC_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tNHpU2kodQg/TrNqzkNvnbI/AAAAAAAAETA/hF951Ca6t1I/s400/DSC_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670993789916782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yB5c2K6qBqQ/TrNrXU_Y_qI/AAAAAAAAETY/Aamwq3rHNRE/s1600/DSC_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yB5c2K6qBqQ/TrNrXU_Y_qI/AAAAAAAAETY/Aamwq3rHNRE/s400/DSC_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670994404305338018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZhvSE52mns/TrNqzj6QpmI/AAAAAAAAES0/S8N-Cr7Frco/s1600/DSC_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZhvSE52mns/TrNqzj6QpmI/AAAAAAAAES0/S8N-Cr7Frco/s400/DSC_0716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670993789835060834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by our Pumpkin Patch at church.  Mom and Dad got to come, so that was very exciting!  Amelia was uncharacteristically shy at first, but soon warmed up and started playing the games.  (She later told me she had seen a clown when we got there.  That would  explain everything as clowns almost certainly ruined her circus  experience).   The bouncy house was her favorite, and she loved the ducks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lH8dudSjmAs/TrNp6FWBPAI/AAAAAAAAESE/G1h6lVyiT3I/s1600/DSC_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lH8dudSjmAs/TrNp6FWBPAI/AAAAAAAAESE/G1h6lVyiT3I/s400/DSC_0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670992802377448450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRKz0q0wxCU/TrNo0vRUyGI/AAAAAAAAERc/qzxHfi40bG4/s1600/DSC_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRKz0q0wxCU/TrNo0vRUyGI/AAAAAAAAERc/qzxHfi40bG4/s400/DSC_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670991611041204322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpUJRix1kNg/TrNp7Eg-_sI/AAAAAAAAESc/GM8-pGl4D34/s1600/DSC_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpUJRix1kNg/TrNp7Eg-_sI/AAAAAAAAESc/GM8-pGl4D34/s400/DSC_0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670992819334872770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher and Emily came and she was really glad to see him.  I love our church and all the games were fun and spread out nicely.  Elise the Duck even got to play a few.  She was a champ at the hidden pumpkin game and the duck pond.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2UaD_9wT68/TrNo14qEN9I/AAAAAAAAERw/Bts3_fG5U2Q/s1600/DSC_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2UaD_9wT68/TrNo14qEN9I/AAAAAAAAERw/Bts3_fG5U2Q/s400/DSC_0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670991630740764626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvLMQMNcaZU/TrNp7ccFpgI/AAAAAAAAESs/PRDbPtaV3Yg/s1600/DSC_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvLMQMNcaZU/TrNp7ccFpgI/AAAAAAAAESs/PRDbPtaV3Yg/s400/DSC_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670992825756788226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8y94IhD55Es/TrNo1cHB32I/AAAAAAAAERo/RhpuUSFP16k/s1600/DSC_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8y94IhD55Es/TrNo1cHB32I/AAAAAAAAERo/RhpuUSFP16k/s400/DSC_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670991623077617506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LejikjlEz8A/TrNo0WpUySI/AAAAAAAAERQ/gg2iciKzA1Y/s1600/DSC_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LejikjlEz8A/TrNo0WpUySI/AAAAAAAAERQ/gg2iciKzA1Y/s400/DSC_0773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670991604430981410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Halloween night, which Amelia informed me took "years" to arrive.  We spent the evening with Jen and Jared and had a great time. Jen cooked potato soup and chicken strips and had Halloween cupcakes.  YUM.  Before it got dark we played outside in the leaves.  Amelia has been dying to play in the leaves, but we have none at our house and Mom and Dad have none at theirs, so this was the biggest treat to her! (Little Bear loves playing in the leaves, if you must know).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JhuvycV_xg/TrNneZ6UL3I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/O92JIDxxtY8/s1600/DSC_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JhuvycV_xg/TrNneZ6UL3I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/O92JIDxxtY8/s400/DSC_0800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990127838801778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5wE2aV9q2I/TrNo0fNaU9I/AAAAAAAAERI/lyCbnUduOOA/s1600/DSC_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5wE2aV9q2I/TrNo0fNaU9I/AAAAAAAAERI/lyCbnUduOOA/s400/DSC_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670991606729823186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qUsecbQRbTk/TrNneKsmfRI/AAAAAAAAEQs/55Rq5_YHZP4/s1600/DSC_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qUsecbQRbTk/TrNneKsmfRI/AAAAAAAAEQs/55Rq5_YHZP4/s400/DSC_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990123754749202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise decided to ditch the duck and was a pumpkin this time around.  Amelia marched up to each house and sweetly yelled, "Trick-or-treat," followed by a precious, "thank you," after she received her candy.  We went to about ten houses in Jen's neighborhood, but she could have gone on all night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFKqhsT_jTk/TrNncyDAK0I/AAAAAAAAEQc/IssYoYeZ-tE/s1600/DSC_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFKqhsT_jTk/TrNncyDAK0I/AAAAAAAAEQc/IssYoYeZ-tE/s400/DSC_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990099957951298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtIzxXf-wLs/TrNnd94oxCI/AAAAAAAAEQk/dd95J2AYmGU/s1600/DSC_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtIzxXf-wLs/TrNnd94oxCI/AAAAAAAAEQk/dd95J2AYmGU/s400/DSC_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990120315569186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xa2ls6QnFng/TrNnc1gb2HI/AAAAAAAAEQM/AlxiVc-PeiM/s1600/DSC_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xa2ls6QnFng/TrNnc1gb2HI/AAAAAAAAEQM/AlxiVc-PeiM/s400/DSC_0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670990100886706290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Jessalyn and Greg's next and she went to a few houses in that neighborhood too.  She LOVED getting to give candy when the trick-or-treaters came to their house and I am so glad she got to experience that part of it too.  G and Pa were there to surprise her :)  Elise was DONE by this point, so we didn't get to stay as long as I would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically everything we did was a hit and I just loved this whole month of Halloween fun.  As Amelia said, "When is the next Halloween?  I love this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin carving pics next and I should be caught up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-3108784541197341613?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3108784541197341613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-promised.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3108784541197341613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3108784541197341613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-promised.html' title='As Promised'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-tNHpU2kodQg/TrNqzkNvnbI/AAAAAAAAETA/hF951Ca6t1I/s72-c/DSC_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-8071863026483477260</id><published>2011-11-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:36:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Mellllting</title><content type='html'>October is over????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNIs64SuZcg/TrA7rZgdjJI/AAAAAAAAEME/VYxRr5qxXD0/s1600/IMG_3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNIs64SuZcg/TrA7rZgdjJI/AAAAAAAAEME/VYxRr5qxXD0/s400/IMG_3554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670097547626908818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Witches, monsters, princesses, ghosts--come baaack.  Halloween came and went and I am behind :)  We have had such a fun-filled couple of weeks, so here are a few of my favorite pictures to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner out with Mammaw, G, Jessalyn and Greg one Sunday afternoon and it was a delish dining experience at Rib Crib (looooove).  Here is Elise laughing at Amelia, Daddy and Amelia studying the menu, and Elise posing with her mum-mum.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWK9ZwaLNwc/TrA6uNvL_qI/AAAAAAAAELg/u8GrCwRC1qE/s1600/IMG_3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWK9ZwaLNwc/TrA6uNvL_qI/AAAAAAAAELg/u8GrCwRC1qE/s400/IMG_3527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670096496495427234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_FxnkWSdOlo/TrA6tfz_asI/AAAAAAAAELU/DESMdIStr5E/s1600/IMG_3533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_FxnkWSdOlo/TrA6tfz_asI/AAAAAAAAELU/DESMdIStr5E/s400/IMG_3533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670096484167543490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PvA5hEVuzbA/TrA6tEcirDI/AAAAAAAAELI/Eh_NbvZRTr0/s1600/IMG_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PvA5hEVuzbA/TrA6tEcirDI/AAAAAAAAELI/Eh_NbvZRTr0/s400/IMG_3528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670096476821433394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to Amelia's costume party at school and it was so fun!! Thanks to Mom for watching Elise so I could go and help with cookie decorating.  I didn't get many pictures because her teacher put me to work, but I snapped a few to show that she was- without a doubt- the cutest in her class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZFy3b3IYYk/TrA7LloM3-I/AAAAAAAAELs/If7KSO565Wk/s1600/IMG_3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZFy3b3IYYk/TrA7LloM3-I/AAAAAAAAELs/If7KSO565Wk/s400/IMG_3560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670097001124782050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CufEUwgQFAA/TrA7LxaZsxI/AAAAAAAAEL4/eapki2KSz_A/s1600/IMG_3563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CufEUwgQFAA/TrA7LxaZsxI/AAAAAAAAEL4/eapki2KSz_A/s400/IMG_3563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670097004288127762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk about prayers and progress, Amelia cried the other morning because it was NOT a school day.  Ahhh what a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo on a beautiful October day last week with Jaimi, Jackson, and Jordan.  The kids really hit it off and I was so thankful to get to catch up with Jaimi.  They were all very into every single animal.  Which meant we were there way past nap.  However, they were all wonderful and we even stopped by the gift shop for Amelia to spend her Halloween money from G and Pa.  She chose a snake and a frog.  My little reptilian lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpPcfYK3GEo/TrA51jmMEjI/AAAAAAAAEKY/QuoSMG_y7ZQ/s1600/IMG_3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpPcfYK3GEo/TrA51jmMEjI/AAAAAAAAEKY/QuoSMG_y7ZQ/s400/IMG_3572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095523110720050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOgOJAH6Gww/TrA53WqPEmI/AAAAAAAAEK4/aq6vAtkZv-A/s1600/IMG_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOgOJAH6Gww/TrA53WqPEmI/AAAAAAAAEK4/aq6vAtkZv-A/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095553997771362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZd608G3XuY/TrA53E5cslI/AAAAAAAAEKw/zBUTlWEXerc/s1600/IMG_3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZd608G3XuY/TrA53E5cslI/AAAAAAAAEKw/zBUTlWEXerc/s400/IMG_3589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095549229740626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVwPAqRRJYA/TrA51QWXtiI/AAAAAAAAEKM/yIXOxR8trZM/s1600/IMG_3598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVwPAqRRJYA/TrA51QWXtiI/AAAAAAAAEKM/yIXOxR8trZM/s400/IMG_3598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095517944100386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo highlight--the otters are always pretty lazy and not wanting to put on much of a show, but on this special day they zoomed right up by the glass and did flips and spun and we watched them forever.  Amelia and Elise were delighted.  Especially since there are otters on Little Bear and Amelia is obsessed with that show/book series.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPwQy1QNNl4/TrA52RJg05I/AAAAAAAAEKk/tS3HZDFEnJ8/s1600/IMG_3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPwQy1QNNl4/TrA52RJg05I/AAAAAAAAEKk/tS3HZDFEnJ8/s400/IMG_3591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670095535338476434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costumes up next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-8071863026483477260?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8071863026483477260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-mellllting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8071863026483477260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8071863026483477260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-mellllting.html' title='I&apos;m Mellllting'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-XNIs64SuZcg/TrA7rZgdjJI/AAAAAAAAEME/VYxRr5qxXD0/s72-c/IMG_3554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-3335197467892773985</id><published>2011-10-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T05:17:00.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Shot</title><content type='html'>Amelia put on this little sweatsuit of preciousness on one of the rare cold days we've had and she stood perfectly still for ten minutes trying to zip it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Z_vBD0fngM/TqeYZOgJ7_I/AAAAAAAAEJQ/sD1o9mtQIuc/s1600/IMG_3504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Z_vBD0fngM/TqeYZOgJ7_I/AAAAAAAAEJQ/sD1o9mtQIuc/s400/IMG_3504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667666215226175474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise stood and watched and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOs2aQsf4bE/TqeYZXmoxXI/AAAAAAAAEJc/KSnhpP3sj_s/s1600/IMG_3506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOs2aQsf4bE/TqeYZXmoxXI/AAAAAAAAEJc/KSnhpP3sj_s/s400/IMG_3506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667666217669281138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Price Cutter because I was avoiding Wal Mart.  As we walk in the door Amelia spotted these little mini carts and went into crazy, excited mode.  She pushed that cart all around the store and stayed right by me and was "choosing" things to put in her cart that only she was going to eat.  It was so adorable.  We took quite a long time to get everything on our list, but it was way worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2uVRAye0M0/TqeYaIC_TlI/AAAAAAAAEJs/l78VhBO3r78/s1600/IMG_3507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2uVRAye0M0/TqeYaIC_TlI/AAAAAAAAEJs/l78VhBO3r78/s400/IMG_3507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667666230673100370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErSKdBjtL6o/TqeYbIjv5PI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/-GqjS7OIhAw/s1600/IMG_3510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErSKdBjtL6o/TqeYbIjv5PI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/-GqjS7OIhAw/s400/IMG_3510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667666247990371570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8YXKagdDb8/TqeYbdGhaCI/AAAAAAAAEKA/5vHDGGln8Io/s1600/IMG_3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8YXKagdDb8/TqeYbdGhaCI/AAAAAAAAEKA/5vHDGGln8Io/s400/IMG_3509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667666253504931874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the little things that make my day.  This did.  Thanks Price Cutter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-3335197467892773985?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3335197467892773985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-shot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3335197467892773985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3335197467892773985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-shot.html' title='Big Shot'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/--Z_vBD0fngM/TqeYZOgJ7_I/AAAAAAAAEJQ/sD1o9mtQIuc/s72-c/IMG_3504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1232126627410338333</id><published>2011-10-26T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:08:00.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>Amelia's best friend moved to Kansas in June and she has been missing her since the moment she left.  Because Lynna has the best mom ever (and a great friend to me) she drove down here by herself with two kids so that our girls could be reunited.  This is Amelia's face when she saw Lynna!  It was a teary and precious moment. I honestly can't believe such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; girls have such a powerful memory and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aqal9nnt5vs/TqeKUTivtdI/AAAAAAAAEHs/JpF3gOspDhY/s1600/IMG_3461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aqal9nnt5vs/TqeKUTivtdI/AAAAAAAAEHs/JpF3gOspDhY/s400/IMG_3461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667650737517082066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of excited face...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxk0SRyd0B4/TqeKUVK4ThI/AAAAAAAAEH4/s4i1murQEjU/s1600/IMG_3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxk0SRyd0B4/TqeKUVK4ThI/AAAAAAAAEH4/s4i1murQEjU/s400/IMG_3464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667650737953852946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FM8ORKA9ook/TqeKVbSq1FI/AAAAAAAAEIE/hsn4kxorLfQ/s1600/IMG_3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FM8ORKA9ook/TqeKVbSq1FI/AAAAAAAAEIE/hsn4kxorLfQ/s400/IMG_3465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667650756777006162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher, Emily, and Micah ate with us too and we all know how Amelia feels about them, so she was in heaven at dinner. There was a balloon lady at McCallister's for family night, so it got EVEN better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG2qLVPO-do/TqeKVo8byNI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/iRCOEh00Ctg/s1600/IMG_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG2qLVPO-do/TqeKVo8byNI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/iRCOEh00Ctg/s400/IMG_3470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667650760441841874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Daddy met us at the restaurant after work and the night was EVEN more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1PrHa2WT60/TqeKW3JguDI/AAAAAAAAEIc/pX4xIzvWg1s/s1600/IMG_3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1PrHa2WT60/TqeKW3JguDI/AAAAAAAAEIc/pX4xIzvWg1s/s400/IMG_3477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667650781434656818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after school, Lynna came over to play and eat supper and watch a movie.  Yippppeee.  Oh, and there was hugging.  Lots of hugging.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VXuYYOH56A/TqeJhJkaz1I/AAAAAAAAEHI/ORLqe-0czfs/s1600/DSC_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VXuYYOH56A/TqeJhJkaz1I/AAAAAAAAEHI/ORLqe-0czfs/s400/DSC_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667649858666418002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Vn10O-Oj00/TqeJg0yWNXI/AAAAAAAAEG4/e69wf7GFMLQ/s1600/DSC_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Vn10O-Oj00/TqeJg0yWNXI/AAAAAAAAEG4/e69wf7GFMLQ/s400/DSC_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667649853087692146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A773IUTKkNU/TqeJi4iUqRI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/M0ltZXLI5qQ/s1600/DSC_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A773IUTKkNU/TqeJi4iUqRI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/M0ltZXLI5qQ/s400/DSC_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667649888453962002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uVmK9ov5u4/TqeJjAbSvuI/AAAAAAAAEHc/W4f2fz45_z4/s1600/IMG_3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uVmK9ov5u4/TqeJjAbSvuI/AAAAAAAAEHc/W4f2fz45_z4/s400/IMG_3484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667649890571960034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A really fun visit and we can't wait to see them again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1232126627410338333?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1232126627410338333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1232126627410338333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1232126627410338333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-Aqal9nnt5vs/TqeKUTivtdI/AAAAAAAAEHs/JpF3gOspDhY/s72-c/IMG_3461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-4487283973109390902</id><published>2011-10-21T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:42:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Go Again?</title><content type='html'>For two years we have gone to the Pumpkin Patch with Steph and DD.  The first in Little Rock when there was just little Buzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxVvP2lGi-8/TqI4ibSnJ9I/AAAAAAAAEGU/kcvOF23wUig/s1600/IMG_4476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxVvP2lGi-8/TqI4ibSnJ9I/AAAAAAAAEGU/kcvOF23wUig/s400/IMG_4476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666153445278033874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBfHLfT-e7Y/TqI4iu_Dr1I/AAAAAAAAEGg/kF5F7PuLkjs/s1600/IMG_4485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBfHLfT-e7Y/TqI4iu_Dr1I/AAAAAAAAEGg/kF5F7PuLkjs/s400/IMG_4485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666153450564726610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second in Springfield when Ing joined the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILLiffeRgwo/TqI7H3FsWAI/AAAAAAAAEGs/z4Iar_aDabE/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILLiffeRgwo/TqI7H3FsWAI/AAAAAAAAEGs/z4Iar_aDabE/s400/DSC_0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666156287418456066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  this year they had to cancel because Ingrid has been so sick with  stomach aches and dirty diapers and runny nose--you name it the poor  girl. We were sad, but went on with our plans because Buzz just knew  Ingrid would get better fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHVOqBr_Yfc/TqHCaq3yDHI/AAAAAAAAEFw/UcB0tL_pk6E/s1600/IMG_3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the very next morning Ingrid  was feeling a lot better and her Mom and Dad decided to bring her up.   So after Sunday School we headed to the Pumpkin Patch...again!  Amelia  was thrilled to be going to the very next day and Elise was an  angel...again.  I was afraid we might be pushing our luck, but it was an  awesome day and we were able to carry on the tradition!  Yippee for  year three.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHVOqBr_Yfc/TqHCaq3yDHI/AAAAAAAAEFw/UcB0tL_pk6E/s1600/IMG_3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHVOqBr_Yfc/TqHCaq3yDHI/AAAAAAAAEFw/UcB0tL_pk6E/s400/IMG_3423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666023569649437810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWRyH26OvJY/TqI3tgYLqEI/AAAAAAAAEGI/2ILGJmFLhk0/s1600/IMG_3432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWRyH26OvJY/TqI3tgYLqEI/AAAAAAAAEGI/2ILGJmFLhk0/s400/IMG_3432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666152536110508098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnX27hMsOGI/TqHCaQZXEvI/AAAAAAAAEFk/tm4HP76xkq0/s1600/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JnX27hMsOGI/TqHCaQZXEvI/AAAAAAAAEFk/tm4HP76xkq0/s400/IMG_3429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666023562542519026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tRG6kGl4w8/TqHCZaSQusI/AAAAAAAAEFc/1MGl61Br5rQ/s1600/IMG_3431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2tRG6kGl4w8/TqHCZaSQusI/AAAAAAAAEFc/1MGl61Br5rQ/s400/IMG_3431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666023548017228482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t23g2WM78Rk/TqHCZPCEtCI/AAAAAAAAEFM/HyGaKotT--Q/s1600/IMG_3419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t23g2WM78Rk/TqHCZPCEtCI/AAAAAAAAEFM/HyGaKotT--Q/s400/IMG_3419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666023544996541474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year Liv will be with us.  What a crew we will be :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-4487283973109390902?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4487283973109390902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/wanna-go-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4487283973109390902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4487283973109390902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/wanna-go-again.html' title='Wanna Go Again?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-lxVvP2lGi-8/TqI4ibSnJ9I/AAAAAAAAEGU/kcvOF23wUig/s72-c/IMG_4476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5874824143442224081</id><published>2011-10-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T07:45:00.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Pics</title><content type='html'>We had great weather for the pumpkin patch! Started off the day in our   pumpkin sweaters and then shed them by mid morning--beautiful sunny day  with a little breeze.  Amelia LOVED  everything, as usual.  The thing  she was the least interested in was  actually picking the pumpkin, lol.   Everything else was much more fun to  her.  Hay maze, jumping in hay  pile, seeing the animals, bouncy house,  and watching people do the  trampoline.  Elise was great also.  She rode  in the wagon most of the  day and got in the backpack to pick our  pumpkin.  I just loved this  wonderful Saturday with my family.   Enjoy the pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo3H_crZbl0/TpztD9lOKNI/AAAAAAAAEE0/Lxx9V3vblzQ/s1600/IMG_3396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo3H_crZbl0/TpztD9lOKNI/AAAAAAAAEE0/Lxx9V3vblzQ/s400/IMG_3396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664663083651311826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4PonjOd9H8/TpztEHiWbGI/AAAAAAAAEFE/7UdDlFsazA4/s1600/IMG_3392.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjvrNLG1YiM/TpztDNODczI/AAAAAAAAEEs/gW0mz-x5j3I/s1600/IMG_3390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjvrNLG1YiM/TpztDNODczI/AAAAAAAAEEs/gW0mz-x5j3I/s400/IMG_3390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664663070669239090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJpdpusiTsM/TpztDDXl-eI/AAAAAAAAEEc/0JCpa7MJYTo/s1600/IMG_3398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJpdpusiTsM/TpztDDXl-eI/AAAAAAAAEEc/0JCpa7MJYTo/s400/IMG_3398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664663068024895970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1FJeWt64uI/Tpxq0Cx9KEI/AAAAAAAAEDg/_E-cDEPbCLc/s1600/DSC_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1FJeWt64uI/Tpxq0Cx9KEI/AAAAAAAAEDg/_E-cDEPbCLc/s400/DSC_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664519873657382978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTugZ4WscrA/TpxqzOv50OI/AAAAAAAAEDU/EhbX6mF7YVQ/s1600/DSC_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTugZ4WscrA/TpxqzOv50OI/AAAAAAAAEDU/EhbX6mF7YVQ/s400/DSC_0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664519859690131682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_Lc_LtUqOY/TpxqzKRdEDI/AAAAAAAAEDE/3x0dF_9FzHE/s1600/DSC_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_Lc_LtUqOY/TpxqzKRdEDI/AAAAAAAAEDE/3x0dF_9FzHE/s400/DSC_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664519858488676402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IomSXsPTHkE/Tpxqy6fMJXI/AAAAAAAAEC8/Y9wezYkNcfY/s1600/DSC_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IomSXsPTHkE/Tpxqy6fMJXI/AAAAAAAAEC8/Y9wezYkNcfY/s400/DSC_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664519854251320690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0CxKR31tWs/TpxsDmOmgCI/AAAAAAAAEEI/wa-quasUCvw/s1600/DSC_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0CxKR31tWs/TpxsDmOmgCI/AAAAAAAAEEI/wa-quasUCvw/s400/DSC_0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664521240382439458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahZq_ak6d5k/TpxsEaxzmOI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/_mmdBdWDJmA/s1600/DSC_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ahZq_ak6d5k/TpxsEaxzmOI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/_mmdBdWDJmA/s400/DSC_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664521254488742114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZSU1Bz8J9U/TpxsDcujruI/AAAAAAAAED4/FgMLoJHmRjI/s1600/DSC_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZSU1Bz8J9U/TpxsDcujruI/AAAAAAAAED4/FgMLoJHmRjI/s400/DSC_0614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664521237832117986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywvGkcTnIeI/TpxsC2gBazI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Vl80opChHFE/s1600/DSC_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywvGkcTnIeI/TpxsC2gBazI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Vl80opChHFE/s400/DSC_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664521227570604850" 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/7539353614543678108-5874824143442224081?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5874824143442224081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch-pics.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5874824143442224081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5874824143442224081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch-pics.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Pics'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-Vo3H_crZbl0/TpztD9lOKNI/AAAAAAAAEE0/Lxx9V3vblzQ/s72-c/IMG_3396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-402695994705086593</id><published>2011-10-17T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:45:38.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Pumpkin Patch 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijlVMXjdHK8/TpiPG4uFryI/AAAAAAAAECY/RHunIqin_DA/s1600/IMG_4456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijlVMXjdHK8/TpiPG4uFryI/AAAAAAAAECY/RHunIqin_DA/s400/IMG_4456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663433879886081826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Patch 2010&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32Vl33cea5E/TpiPHG23WtI/AAAAAAAAECk/4FPGQWJJsTA/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32Vl33cea5E/TpiPHG23WtI/AAAAAAAAECk/4FPGQWJJsTA/s400/DSC_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663433883680987858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32Vl33cea5E/TpiPHG23WtI/AAAAAAAAECk/4FPGQWJJsTA/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pumpkin Patch 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B6jW9Fp_trk/TpxpdSVzmjI/AAAAAAAAECw/DgPTg9v9drQ/s1600/DSC_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B6jW9Fp_trk/TpxpdSVzmjI/AAAAAAAAECw/DgPTg9v9drQ/s400/DSC_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664518383185664562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming, but not much time right now.  Please pray for my brother in law Derek.  He was thrown from a truck doing a filming project.  All his scans came back okay, but he is very sore and has a stapled head wound.  We are so blessed it wasn't more serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-402695994705086593?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/402695994705086593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/402695994705086593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/402695994705086593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-ijlVMXjdHK8/TpiPG4uFryI/AAAAAAAAECY/RHunIqin_DA/s72-c/IMG_4456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-2349699420296793588</id><published>2011-10-15T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T18:51:00.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip a Dee do Da</title><content type='html'>-post title courtesy of Amy Carter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday back in July Ross got me a voucher to do the zipline in Branson and I redeemed it on Thursday evening!  Mom and Dad came to watch the girls and off we went.  Ahh..as we got closer I decided I was very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyab2Fs0Txk/TpiGbk0oV0I/AAAAAAAAEB0/Qtc3rl9JJn8/s1600/IMG_3352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyab2Fs0Txk/TpiGbk0oV0I/AAAAAAAAEB0/Qtc3rl9JJn8/s400/IMG_3352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663424339717412674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was loads of fun!  I wish we could have zipped along for hours.  Definitely recommend it to anyone for something awesome and different.  Such a good gift.  And, it wasn't scary at all.  The scary part was the "dismount" if you will.  You literally just jump off the platform at the end.  Free fall for at least ten feet before the fan on the cable starts working.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHQLOR7a9-c/TpiGb1TbzVI/AAAAAAAAEB8/UmfOsPxeNgI/s1600/IMG_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MHQLOR7a9-c/TpiGb1TbzVI/AAAAAAAAEB8/UmfOsPxeNgI/s400/IMG_3357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663424344141581650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXOkH9FUC54/TpiGcNxpQiI/AAAAAAAAECQ/_QtAyJaNTgw/s1600/IMG_3353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXOkH9FUC54/TpiGcNxpQiI/AAAAAAAAECQ/_QtAyJaNTgw/s400/IMG_3353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663424350710743586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to Cheddars and Target.  Perfectly wonderful date night.  Home in time to tell the Bee goodnight.  Thanks Mom and Dad for watching the girlies.  We had such a great time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, one of the best moments was when we got in the car after it was over and Ross says, "That was so awesome.  And I was looking at the fan on the cable as you were jumping and the sheer physics behind something so simple, yet so complex was amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather says, "Umm yeah, so, can we get cheese dip at Cheddar's?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-2349699420296793588?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2349699420296793588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/zip-dee-do-da.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2349699420296793588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2349699420296793588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/zip-dee-do-da.html' title='Zip a Dee do Da'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-hyab2Fs0Txk/TpiGbk0oV0I/AAAAAAAAEB0/Qtc3rl9JJn8/s72-c/IMG_3352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-6074012975507288621</id><published>2011-10-14T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:42:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm In Charge</title><content type='html'>Amelia is always worried about who is in charge.  She wants to know who made me in charge.  And when I tell her God, she replies, "Well, he just told me I am in charge."  She wants to be in charge of Elise and in charge of her babies and who knows what other dictatorial plan she is hatching in that brilliant two year old brain. And, it makes me do a little sheepish side-smile because I have always been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mildly&lt;/span&gt; obsessed with being in charge as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves to talk.  And, I'm glad because guess what?  SO DO I!  With Ross working a lot, it sure helps to have my little buddy around to help me be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  Amelia do not pull on your eyes like that because you might hurt them and not be able to see.&lt;br /&gt;A:  Well, Jesus will just put mud on them like that one guy and I will be able to see again.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A:  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;within seconds of waking up&lt;/span&gt;) Hey, it's sunny out today.  It would be the perfect day to go to the park and have a picnic.  Let's do that, okay?  Isn't that a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;M:  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;) Well, it seems we have no choice sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A:  Don't always put your hair in a ponytail.  I like it down and wild.&lt;br /&gt;M: But it gets in my face.&lt;br /&gt;A:  Well it looks wet to me.&lt;br /&gt;M:  Um that's grease.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeek time for a shower&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A:  You know what I think?&lt;br /&gt;M:  What?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Dad is for sure Elise's favorite guy.&lt;br /&gt;M:  I agree.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This happened a month or so ago, but it is my favorite story ever.  I was calling Ross by my dad's name for something he did and this is what transpired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  Well, Steve Cates, aren't you funny?&lt;br /&gt;A:  MOM, Steve Cates is my GAMPY.  That is WOSS.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Amelia with the dried pumpkins, and in car line at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLm5NJdVUSU/TpiC7YjKVfI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Yp8SuTLqTM4/s1600/IMG_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLm5NJdVUSU/TpiC7YjKVfI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Yp8SuTLqTM4/s400/IMG_3340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663420488132220402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35Gd4Qvfug8/TpiC6f-bnlI/AAAAAAAAEA4/eD-J7z6hjDU/s1600/IMG_3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35Gd4Qvfug8/TpiC6f-bnlI/AAAAAAAAEA4/eD-J7z6hjDU/s400/IMG_3344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663420472945778258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise and Amelia at the mini-pumpkin stand where we spent almost an hour looking for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt;  pumpkins :)  Somehow we left with six pumpkins, a gourd, and four ears of Indian corn. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqtnftxQHSs/TpiDct7CKvI/AAAAAAAAEBc/Rvkzj23931k/s1600/IMG_3332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bqtnftxQHSs/TpiDct7CKvI/AAAAAAAAEBc/Rvkzj23931k/s400/IMG_3332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663421060805176050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sivQba7mg3s/TpiC6payMII/AAAAAAAAEBI/g_MorAkdXgc/s1600/IMG_3335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sivQba7mg3s/TpiC6payMII/AAAAAAAAEBI/g_MorAkdXgc/s400/IMG_3335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663420475480617090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on a random note.  Elise is still not laying down for a moment so I scooted her off my lap as a joke and she sat in this chair the other night for over an hour.  ONE HOUR of freedom.  Well, kind of--I had to sit by the chair in case she woke up.  BUT, I still got to fold some clothes and straighten up.  Doesn't she look so darn cute?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmmVRkgHrL4/TpiDc4tIYoI/AAAAAAAAEBk/C9mJNb_lqJk/s1600/IMG_3337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmmVRkgHrL4/TpiDc4tIYoI/AAAAAAAAEBk/C9mJNb_lqJk/s400/IMG_3337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663421063699653250" 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/7539353614543678108-6074012975507288621?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6074012975507288621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/because-im-in-charge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6074012975507288621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6074012975507288621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/because-im-in-charge.html' title='Because I&apos;m In Charge'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-TLm5NJdVUSU/TpiC7YjKVfI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/Yp8SuTLqTM4/s72-c/IMG_3340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7112575585126149471</id><published>2011-10-13T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:36:40.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Six word legacy&lt;/span&gt;.  Our preacher was reading from a book of memoirs that were six words total.  Each person summed up what they hoped their legacy would be in just six words.  It was a great sermon and really made me think why I do what I do.  What's the reason behind my actions?  The point of things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love words.  In college and high school I always had to reign myself in when it came to being too wordy.  And, it was always a challenge to put "too wordy" on a student's paper when I secretly loved all the adjectives.   Try this.  Give it a shot; it's a neat activity to incorporate with your quiet time. And speaking of quiet times--am I the only one who is embarrassed by how much time I squander away on worthlessness??   I decided to try this, but it morphed more into goals--things I'm constantly working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release fear to God.  Be free.&lt;br /&gt;Smile more.  Scold Less.  Serve daily.&lt;br /&gt;Love fiercely, treasure family, praise Him.&lt;br /&gt;God wants first fruits; not leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I never realized when I was younger is that our walk with the Lord is such a daily, hourly thing.  Attitude checks, constant prayers, you name in.  I'm reminded all the time it is never too early to start teaching Amelia and Elise the power of faith and love and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect example:  I'm rushing to try to get Amelia and Elise down for nap.  Amelia calls out to me and says, "Mom, we forgot my prayers!"  I quickly reply, "We only say our prayers at nighttime sweetie; get to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk down the hall, I felt a very clear message given to me.  "YOU CAN PRAY TO ME ANYTIME."  What had I done?  I ran back to Amelia's room and told her I made a mistake and that we can pray anytime we want.  She said what was on her mind and curled up for nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.  Constant reminders.  So thankful for grace as I continually slip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of my peeps painting pumpkins.  Amelia enjoyed herself immensely.  Elise got to hold a paintbrush free of paint.  I'm not that brave.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QArhIywdjDQ/TpdeTT_7CgI/AAAAAAAAEAU/lfqxGgy8xHM/s1600/DSC_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QArhIywdjDQ/TpdeTT_7CgI/AAAAAAAAEAU/lfqxGgy8xHM/s400/DSC_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663098742320597506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5icFB4LSURw/TpdeUdiCGcI/AAAAAAAAEAs/c9d3V391nJQ/s1600/DSC_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5icFB4LSURw/TpdeUdiCGcI/AAAAAAAAEAs/c9d3V391nJQ/s400/DSC_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663098762059454914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svEXMT5Po6U/TpdeTqwVHII/AAAAAAAAEAk/C_CiwWZxwLo/s1600/DSC_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svEXMT5Po6U/TpdeTqwVHII/AAAAAAAAEAk/C_CiwWZxwLo/s400/DSC_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663098748429212802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my family of four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7112575585126149471?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7112575585126149471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/six-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7112575585126149471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7112575585126149471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/six-words.html' title='Six Words'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-QArhIywdjDQ/TpdeTT_7CgI/AAAAAAAAEAU/lfqxGgy8xHM/s72-c/DSC_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-254313342915125530</id><published>2011-10-10T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:17:05.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blue?</title><content type='html'>Well, this gorgeous smocked dress will cheer you up!  I got it on a  great sale for Amelia to wear for Blue Day today and she was loving the  little photo shoot we did before we left.  She kept running and twirling and  singing the B-L-U-E song she learned for today.  What a blessing that  she is excited about school again after being so upset those few times.   Grateful for a loving, Christian atmosphere for her to go and learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97e8VR6GWq0/TpO0w1b4EXI/AAAAAAAAEAI/3EcSxKx5AcE/s1600/DSC_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97e8VR6GWq0/TpO0w1b4EXI/AAAAAAAAEAI/3EcSxKx5AcE/s400/DSC_0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662067907605565810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moTmkabYJco/TpO0wAvBAfI/AAAAAAAAEAA/GHohhHLcRQ0/s1600/DSC_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moTmkabYJco/TpO0wAvBAfI/AAAAAAAAEAA/GHohhHLcRQ0/s400/DSC_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662067893458764274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCMDJelJqY4/TpO0v7hCotI/AAAAAAAAD_s/zmzmzOZQX7E/s1600/DSC_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCMDJelJqY4/TpO0v7hCotI/AAAAAAAAD_s/zmzmzOZQX7E/s400/DSC_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662067892057973458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tU6v3u-FB4/TpO0vd2bCGI/AAAAAAAAD_k/gDdCI2zoqwI/s1600/DSC_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tU6v3u-FB4/TpO0vd2bCGI/AAAAAAAAD_k/gDdCI2zoqwI/s400/DSC_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662067884094589026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1TsDdq1ohM/TpO0vbQJa2I/AAAAAAAAD_Y/lCFXk1gumEo/s1600/DSC_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1TsDdq1ohM/TpO0vbQJa2I/AAAAAAAAD_Y/lCFXk1gumEo/s400/DSC_0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662067883397180258" 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/7539353614543678108-254313342915125530?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/254313342915125530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/feeling-blue.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/254313342915125530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/254313342915125530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling Blue?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-97e8VR6GWq0/TpO0w1b4EXI/AAAAAAAAEAI/3EcSxKx5AcE/s72-c/DSC_0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5422279064128629691</id><published>2011-10-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:41:15.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Summary</title><content type='html'>-Meme always tells me, "Heather, big picture."  It is no secret I get worked up about little things, big things, invisible things, etc.  Sometimes there is validity, but usually there is just useless worry.  Every time I talk to Meme about something going on, she will remind me to look at the big picture and only focus on things that are going to matter.  I have honestly been doing better and it is kind of revamping my mothering approach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia wanted to sleep in her face paint last night.  Big picture--no huge deal and no need to fight.  So, she slept as a lion and washed it off this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise still won't lay in her crib and I've worried about it for days.  Big picture?  She will eventually, just like Amelia, and so last night I just lied down with her and forgot about the eighty attempts of trying to get her in her crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are countless examples of things that happen during the day that cause me to just bite my tongue and think about the big picture.  Thanks Meme.  I mean after all, it is all about these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc60AEdwozg/TpH4PeEZbPI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/ie2GFvCktT8/s1600/IMG_3216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc60AEdwozg/TpH4PeEZbPI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/ie2GFvCktT8/s400/IMG_3216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661579151234657522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I don't get my panties in a wad anymore?  Hardly.  Just fewer wedgies seem to be happening.  It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We have been going to the park a TON.  Amelia has asked almost every  day and we always have a wonderful time. I honestly cannot believe how gorgeous it has been.  I told Mom that Friday I just  didn't want to gather everything up for a picnic when Amelia asked but then  I had a distinct image of a freezing and gross December and I realized I  better get all the park time in she wanted.  So, off for a picnic and  playing.  I mean, it is just WAY more fun to eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-61ViQ7OWnJg/TpH3I4ZzNNI/AAAAAAAAD_I/4SzbySNu7H8/s1600/IMG_3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-61ViQ7OWnJg/TpH3I4ZzNNI/AAAAAAAAD_I/4SzbySNu7H8/s400/IMG_3251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661577938533037266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This park was new to us with very high and scary  slides in one part and she, of course, wanted to do them.  She was so  big and brave.  I was following behind her carrying Elise in the Moby  screaming, "Be careful." Typical.  Hey, big picture, it DOES matter if she falls off a 70 foot slide.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzlB72-v5dQ/TpH1Xjnc6cI/AAAAAAAAD_A/ludWYL-5z0M/s1600/IMG_3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YzlB72-v5dQ/TpH1Xjnc6cI/AAAAAAAAD_A/ludWYL-5z0M/s400/IMG_3246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661575991627934146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptfd1V54itI/TpH1XfKCk3I/AAAAAAAAD-4/5GPARewvnFY/s1600/IMG_3241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptfd1V54itI/TpH1XfKCk3I/AAAAAAAAD-4/5GPARewvnFY/s400/IMG_3241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661575990430831474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScNnP0uL68U/TpH1XIVzraI/AAAAAAAAD-w/lQYS25hvjjY/s1600/IMG_3238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScNnP0uL68U/TpH1XIVzraI/AAAAAAAAD-w/lQYS25hvjjY/s400/IMG_3238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661575984306171298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBUMZwJc18E/TpH1W8qWN4I/AAAAAAAAD-o/twP25vAdz0g/s1600/IMG_3235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QBUMZwJc18E/TpH1W8qWN4I/AAAAAAAAD-o/twP25vAdz0g/s400/IMG_3235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661575981171095426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_PsU_IwdxF4/TpH1WkbEyGI/AAAAAAAAD-g/1-7ygYarfT4/s1600/IMG_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_PsU_IwdxF4/TpH1WkbEyGI/AAAAAAAAD-g/1-7ygYarfT4/s400/IMG_3249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661575974664587362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-My friend Keri sent us a surprise package in the mail with gorgeous Halloween bows and some precious ruffle pants for Elise.  How adorable, right?  I think I will commission her to make a whole wardrobe out of those pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Keri :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h8xVY7OnOQ/TpHzy1QxCRI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/K9EWko9rQDQ/s1600/IMG_3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h8xVY7OnOQ/TpHzy1QxCRI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/K9EWko9rQDQ/s400/IMG_3267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661574261197834514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NaJhgOLENs/TpHzyj1hsMI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/fk2TUxZO8ck/s1600/IMG_3269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--NaJhgOLENs/TpHzyj1hsMI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/fk2TUxZO8ck/s400/IMG_3269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661574256520179906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We had our church Fall Sunday School party last night and it was a blast!  Ross was on call, but got to come for a little while.  There was face painting, tons of food, glow in the dark necklaces, chalk, play houses, a parachute, and a hayride! It was a truly wonderful night and I love the people in our class.  So grateful that wherever we move the Lord provides a great body of believers for us to worship with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ATdG2vNDxKg/TpHzx3wVPxI/AAAAAAAAD-A/lIk4WuQxTTU/s1600/IMG_3293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ATdG2vNDxKg/TpHzx3wVPxI/AAAAAAAAD-A/lIk4WuQxTTU/s400/IMG_3293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661574244687232786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4s-7YojTFQQ/TpHzyQL0ReI/AAAAAAAAD-I/o-CITecJjsg/s1600/IMG_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4s-7YojTFQQ/TpHzyQL0ReI/AAAAAAAAD-I/o-CITecJjsg/s400/IMG_3290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661574251244963298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhCWPRgYL8c/TpHzxlsiToI/AAAAAAAAD94/Ax0V5m06x7k/s1600/IMG_3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhCWPRgYL8c/TpHzxlsiToI/AAAAAAAAD94/Ax0V5m06x7k/s400/IMG_3297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661574239839473282" 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/7539353614543678108-5422279064128629691?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5422279064128629691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-summary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5422279064128629691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5422279064128629691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-summary.html' title='Sunday Summary'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-Vc60AEdwozg/TpH4PeEZbPI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/ie2GFvCktT8/s72-c/IMG_3216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-2714287782327166948</id><published>2011-10-06T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:06:35.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like I'm Falling for Fall</title><content type='html'>This is the catchy title of Moose A. Moose's song and it just might be true.  Fall is so much more fun as a mom.  As a single and even a married, I was all about Summer, but I am loving this time of year and the beginning of this glorious weather.  Actually, I think every season is just more fun as a mom and that is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise had her first ponytail this past weekend.  Can yous see it? She's even bending down, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgSBK6YByNI/To32hSE1_vI/AAAAAAAAD8I/IePsUlG_l90/s1600/IMG_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgSBK6YByNI/To32hSE1_vI/AAAAAAAAD8I/IePsUlG_l90/s400/IMG_3120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660451358322851570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also rode her first ride (with cousin Ing) at the mall and she held on to Ingrid's hand for dear life, ha.  Maybe it was a little soon for that, but she stayed in the seat and rode the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e777ujtPmyc/To32hn2UWgI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/9Ee5r-DjUbc/s1600/IMG_3133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e777ujtPmyc/To32hn2UWgI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/9Ee5r-DjUbc/s400/IMG_3133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660451364167506434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall has this tiny (but cute) little play area that Amelia loves and Ingrid and Elise looked on adoringly.  Ingrid absolutely loves Meil Meil and it is so precious.  She follows her everywhere and wants to play with her every second. Ing was loving me so much this weekend and can say my name perfectly now!  It made me so happy.  Isn't she adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1o4jFb7OY4/To34IQjxdfI/AAAAAAAAD9g/enXbfJAkcuE/s1600/IMG_3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1o4jFb7OY4/To34IQjxdfI/AAAAAAAAD9g/enXbfJAkcuE/s400/IMG_3140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660453127442232818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I left Mom with the three girls and headed to shop.  Not really, but this picture cracks me up because everyone is needing some Gammy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5vuD1FWUWfo/To33bNutD4I/AAAAAAAAD9A/N_n5TW0X40Y/s1600/IMG_3137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5vuD1FWUWfo/To33bNutD4I/AAAAAAAAD9A/N_n5TW0X40Y/s400/IMG_3137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660452353588662146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we headed to the square for the annual Harvest Homecoming.  Amelia had fun in the bouncy house, but other than that it was a bad call.  Too crowded for strollers.  Or kids really for that matter.  Ugh.  I got annoyed and was ready to leave, pronto.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lripY1ZWMw/To32h1vCI9I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/dsPn6b7xcik/s1600/IMG_3144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lripY1ZWMw/To32h1vCI9I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/dsPn6b7xcik/s400/IMG_3144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660451367895049170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After naps, we headed off to the Fall Festival at Aunt Steph's school.  SO FUN.  This was Amelia's third year in a row to attend and her most favorite.  She was into all the games.  She loved the duck pond, cube throw, fishing booth, bean bag toss, spinning wheel, everything.  All games were only a quarter and the prizes were great.  A blast.  Ingrid and Elise loved it as well and it was just a perfect evening. Amelia had her first candy bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-IUkYZefdk/To32iElygdI/AAAAAAAAD8g/Y9eCeU_HLQ4/s1600/IMG_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-IUkYZefdk/To32iElygdI/AAAAAAAAD8g/Y9eCeU_HLQ4/s400/IMG_3162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660451371882807762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Ing and Elise had their first sucker tastes.  (I'm not sure how Elise is actually holding her sucker in this picture, but just know it was immediately grabbed away and discarded after that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3kY5reoS74/To32idp8cUI/AAAAAAAAD8o/7AgmOskJrB4/s1600/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3kY5reoS74/To32idp8cUI/AAAAAAAAD8o/7AgmOskJrB4/s400/IMG_3171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660451378611122498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S1zwmQ4bfEo/To33arTETvI/AAAAAAAAD8w/WC5wbryGB9M/s1600/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S1zwmQ4bfEo/To33arTETvI/AAAAAAAAD8w/WC5wbryGB9M/s400/IMG_3172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660452344345939698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtu6jeXX-84/To33a7um0-I/AAAAAAAAD84/9TSCmnPi2BI/s1600/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtu6jeXX-84/To33a7um0-I/AAAAAAAAD84/9TSCmnPi2BI/s400/IMG_3155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660452348756415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBKo1LMXHGs/To33bc4XxkI/AAAAAAAAD9I/Qx9wPQVQi3U/s1600/IMG_3170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBKo1LMXHGs/To33bc4XxkI/AAAAAAAAD9I/Qx9wPQVQi3U/s400/IMG_3170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660452357655742018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ_VOrhMxVM/To34HxXlVmI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/w2BD2P06DG4/s1600/IMG_3149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ_VOrhMxVM/To34HxXlVmI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/w2BD2P06DG4/s400/IMG_3149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660453119069607522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph's grade had a Minute to Win it booth and Ross became immediately competitive and crazy and held the record the entire night for the most pencils bounced in a coffee mug--15.  Yep, he's mine.  Back off.  Oh, and apologies to Amy for when he jumped in front of your FOUR YEAR OLD to try and break the record.  Sheesh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMr6mmZbWRU/To34IAzO1qI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/L0xe1Jevj6E/s1600/IMG_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMr6mmZbWRU/To34IAzO1qI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/L0xe1Jevj6E/s400/IMG_3160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660453123212105378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend extraordinaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topped off with a late night trip to the delicious Brick Oven Pizza with my best friends from way back.  I'm so glad we hang out so much and laugh and act 16.  It is honestly good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBtoDxe46n8/To37aa6-8PI/AAAAAAAAD9o/H9lRoBSmiyo/s1600/IMG_3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBtoDxe46n8/To37aa6-8PI/AAAAAAAAD9o/H9lRoBSmiyo/s400/IMG_3181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660456737996468466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9G3xrxC4XM/To37ah4Dx8I/AAAAAAAAD9w/gf5eHZuvwUY/s1600/IMG_3182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g9G3xrxC4XM/To37ah4Dx8I/AAAAAAAAD9w/gf5eHZuvwUY/s400/IMG_3182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660456739863250882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We laughed and we laughed.  A two hour dinner is a given and a good mixture of serious conversation and just plain hilarity are as well.  Love you two :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-2714287782327166948?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2714287782327166948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-like-im-falling-for-fall.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2714287782327166948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2714287782327166948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-like-im-falling-for-fall.html' title='I Feel Like I&apos;m Falling for Fall'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-XgSBK6YByNI/To32hSE1_vI/AAAAAAAAD8I/IePsUlG_l90/s72-c/IMG_3120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-6115402047662973784</id><published>2011-10-04T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:11:32.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding</title><content type='html'>So, I have just been holding a baby.  Literally every second I could be blogging...I'm holding :).  Elise had been doing great laying down from 8-11 or so each night, and then when she awoke would get in bed with us.  However, since her sickness and restless, fever-filled nights, she will not lay down for a second.  She sleeps clutching my shirt and will not lay in her bed for a smidge, so I hold her for her nap and hold her until I go to bed.  We are working on Ross holding her but when I try to transfer her to him she usually screams bloody murder.  Anyway, a big regression, but we will keep working to get back where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say I am majorly behind on some pictures.  I have fifteen minutes of Little Bear (Amelia's new favorite show in the entire world) and I better get with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise is really getting in to storytime.  Last week she even sat on the carpet square next to Amelia instead of in my lap.  It cracked me up. She's pretty big for nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2-cYy_ZXQg/Tot0JbNUiJI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/_dC17_Xctvs/s1600/IMG_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b2-cYy_ZXQg/Tot0JbNUiJI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/_dC17_Xctvs/s400/IMG_3071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659745061992433810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have an adorable puppet theater and Amelia wants to spend hours putting on shows.  Elise could spend hours at the magnet board.  My girls love the library :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_eIgFGXeeA/Tot0I_2r-yI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/3Trnq7stUcE/s1600/IMG_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_eIgFGXeeA/Tot0I_2r-yI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/3Trnq7stUcE/s400/IMG_3078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659745054649744162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0U0GkPEY2c/Tot0KIvUnkI/AAAAAAAAD7g/RpsFnTwHi3I/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0U0GkPEY2c/Tot0KIvUnkI/AAAAAAAAD7g/RpsFnTwHi3I/s400/IMG_3077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659745074214641218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been gorgeous in the mornings and we love going to the Nature Center.  It blows my mind how many free things there are to do in Springfield.  The girls love the hiking trail.  Amelia talks about the moss, fossils, squirrels, grapevines, and birds the whole time we walk.  Elise almost always does this halfway through the trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVtlF-2B0Jc/Tot1EOK-OaI/AAAAAAAAD74/ES7Q7Ywv7gc/s1600/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVtlF-2B0Jc/Tot1EOK-OaI/AAAAAAAAD74/ES7Q7Ywv7gc/s400/IMG_3091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659746072105204130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EiGs0bc8Sh8/Tot0KmnnVkI/AAAAAAAAD7o/vlmSsuCx6jQ/s1600/IMG_3105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EiGs0bc8Sh8/Tot0KmnnVkI/AAAAAAAAD7o/vlmSsuCx6jQ/s400/IMG_3105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659745082235377218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia loves these drawers.  They all have things inside of them that start with the letter on the front.  I am proud to say that she knows 22 of her 26 letters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OZ9MHkpvLQ/Tot1D2dbWDI/AAAAAAAAD7w/UzXd7YmjkiI/s1600/IMG_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OZ9MHkpvLQ/Tot1D2dbWDI/AAAAAAAAD7w/UzXd7YmjkiI/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659746065740159026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since this post is about things we love; my entire family loves this fall garland that Aunt Steph made for us.  Elise points at it all the time and Amelia thinks it is "beautiful."  Steph is so talented and after she made one for her house I said, "I want one."  I thought my pout would go unnoticed, but she had us one made by the next time I saw her.  YIPPEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xeWaFrDbqT0/Tot1EVF7eGI/AAAAAAAAD8A/GoPFGHMIueE/s1600/IMG_3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xeWaFrDbqT0/Tot1EVF7eGI/AAAAAAAAD8A/GoPFGHMIueE/s400/IMG_3117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659746073963100258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-6115402047662973784?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6115402047662973784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/holding.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6115402047662973784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6115402047662973784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/10/holding.html' title='Holding'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-b2-cYy_ZXQg/Tot0JbNUiJI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/_dC17_Xctvs/s72-c/IMG_3071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1356586519323962924</id><published>2011-09-27T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:29:00.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park It</title><content type='html'>We picked Amelia up from school yesterday and drove to the park.  She was just eating a little snack and talking about school and thought we were going home.  We pulled up at the park and when she realized it she started screaming.  You would have thought that we pulled up at Disney World!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of one of my favorite stories and memories. One time Mom and Dad picked me up from gymnastics? and we got in the car and Steph and I realized we weren't going home.  They told us that they had packed our suitcases and had them in the back and we were going to spend the night in a motel at Branson.  One of the most exciting times ever.  That memory has stuck with me so vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we are back.  Park time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who feels like swinging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WehElrt7MZU/ToFEzHnInDI/AAAAAAAAD6g/IaxYwAe2zek/s1600/DSC_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WehElrt7MZU/ToFEzHnInDI/AAAAAAAAD6g/IaxYwAe2zek/s400/DSC_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656878251961261106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyaqn1oBpVs/ToFEzzekCqI/AAAAAAAAD6o/LiF-879uHbY/s1600/DSC_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyaqn1oBpVs/ToFEzzekCqI/AAAAAAAAD6o/LiF-879uHbY/s400/DSC_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656878263736470178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fizfbg2d9cU/ToFE0Bzzw8I/AAAAAAAAD6w/GrM-FcutRIg/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fizfbg2d9cU/ToFE0Bzzw8I/AAAAAAAAD6w/GrM-FcutRIg/s400/DSC_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656878267583677378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks G for the new bucket and digging tools!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y6v5hLvh4U/ToFE0RNQq0I/AAAAAAAAD64/9SC5kz5S_zE/s1600/DSC_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y6v5hLvh4U/ToFE0RNQq0I/AAAAAAAAD64/9SC5kz5S_zE/s400/DSC_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656878271716961090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiDrAgiyJWI/ToFE03AuINI/AAAAAAAAD7A/0vM_4hWADHI/s1600/DSC_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiDrAgiyJWI/ToFE03AuINI/AAAAAAAAD7A/0vM_4hWADHI/s400/DSC_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656878281864913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia continually wants to hold Elise and go down the slide.  We really hold her, but it is hilarious because Amelia is coaching her the whole time on what to do.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfLtBhntiO8/ToFFajMiE_I/AAAAAAAAD7I/OFQCxG81nIU/s1600/DSC_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfLtBhntiO8/ToFFajMiE_I/AAAAAAAAD7I/OFQCxG81nIU/s400/DSC_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656878929380774898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on an entirely different note than the park, this &lt;a href="http://churchandculture.org/blog.asp?id=1729"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is thought provoking.  I have read it several times.  It talks about the under-protective parent.  I think you'll like it if you have a few minutes to read it.  Definitely got me thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting seems to be one big think-fest :)  And a love-fest, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1356586519323962924?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1356586519323962924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/park-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1356586519323962924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1356586519323962924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/park-it.html' title='Park It'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-WehElrt7MZU/ToFEzHnInDI/AAAAAAAAD6g/IaxYwAe2zek/s72-c/DSC_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-8616211849878577937</id><published>2011-09-26T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:27:42.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gee Whiz</title><content type='html'>It's been seven days since I posted.  Elise has been sick.  Very sick.  I don't know where to start other than by saying she is better now!!  Thanks for the prayers, texts, and calls.  I think I will just bullet list some things before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Went to (new) doctor on Wed and said allergies or virus.  She had no fever at this point.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Got 102-103 fever that very night.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Still very high fever for two straight days and went to urgent care Friday night when we could not get fever down.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Double ear infection diagnosed and 104 fever that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will skip the emotion and stress of holding a burning hot baby and wanting to just cry and cry for her, but trying not to scare Amelia.  After we left urgent care, I was livid the whole way home because the doctor on Wednesday MISSED the ear infection and could have saved my baby two days of extreme pain and high fever.  However here is the amazing part.  The fever of 104 just would not go down.  Advil and Tylenol were having little effect.  I called my family to pray specifically for it to go down and it went to 100.4 without any medicine in a matter of 30 minutes.  Such a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went through a scary phase the next 30 hours of not drinking or eating anything and we were afraid she was going to get dehydrated.  Again, more prayers!  The girl is on the mend and we are so thankful.  What a wonderful think good health is.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mom came up Thursday so that we could go to Pa's birthday party celebration in Branson.  Thankfully Elise loves my Mom so much that she went right to her- even feeling so sick.  We couldn't miss Pa's party and Gammy rushed up to bail us out.  (again, again).  Amelia had a blast at the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntESzKHufVo/ToFAxnn5gRI/AAAAAAAAD6A/ER-Dbkn53e0/s1600/IMG_3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntESzKHufVo/ToFAxnn5gRI/AAAAAAAAD6A/ER-Dbkn53e0/s400/IMG_3039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656873828148150546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHSD9bmwlzE/ToFBItDPKKI/AAAAAAAAD6I/vM_ynU4HaKI/s1600/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHSD9bmwlzE/ToFBItDPKKI/AAAAAAAAD6I/vM_ynU4HaKI/s400/IMG_3035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656874224741984418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Amelia got to stick with our plan of going to her first fair Saturday, just without Mommy, Elise, and Daddy (on call).  She never missed a beat and loved every ride and every second of the fair.  Thanks to Gammy and Gampy for taking her and letting her have a wonderful weekend. Cotton candy, elephant ride, animals, giant slide, games, prizes--she hasn't stopped talking about it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTIDeDBG-mA/ToE-MKT98tI/AAAAAAAAD5g/LlLe4x8Vb5g/s1600/IMG_3049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTIDeDBG-mA/ToE-MKT98tI/AAAAAAAAD5g/LlLe4x8Vb5g/s400/IMG_3049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656870985601512146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4sb3OcMIHc/ToE_gZw5VII/AAAAAAAAD5o/jJyoJXDsw68/s1600/IMG_3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4sb3OcMIHc/ToE_gZw5VII/AAAAAAAAD5o/jJyoJXDsw68/s400/IMG_3064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656872432858387586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99h3XBNYO2k/ToFAxfiz5tI/AAAAAAAAD54/iWSjSGo9_C8/s1600/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so sad that I wasn't with her, but Dad was awesome in sending me tons of picture updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okwNFs7iRXE/ToE_grVeVkI/AAAAAAAAD5w/-deG7BJg3-A/s1600/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okwNFs7iRXE/ToE_grVeVkI/AAAAAAAAD5w/-deG7BJg3-A/s400/IMG_3063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656872437575210562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She even went to Sunday School at their church!  Talk about a shock.  No tears, just went right in to a new class, new teacher, and new kids. Bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am in the Amelia section, let me just say how wonderful she was while Elise was so sick.  She knew Elise needed to be held 24/7 and was patient and understanding and kept praying for Elise and telling her how sorry she was.  It was so precious.  Thanks to Jessalyn for coming over to play with Amelia for some fun time one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a precious picture--here she is when we checked on her with her new dog she won at the fair covered up beside her.  And yes, she sleeps BESIDE her bed on a COUCH.  Whatever works, right?  Oh, and I know, I know...the paci.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gigRnHHAQZY/ToFBlBVLa9I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/or2Ul5WjkzA/s1600/IMG_3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gigRnHHAQZY/ToFBlBVLa9I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/or2Ul5WjkzA/s400/IMG_3053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656874711222283218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia went to school today and is seemingly back to normal without a hitch.  Her teacher said she is definitely "coming out of her shell" and she didn't get sad or cry today at all.  Whew.  Here she is giving her "shy" face while we were sitting in car line this morning.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOurXzTKqL4/ToFBk7Yc9GI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/z4e0L69RTs0/s1600/IMG_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOurXzTKqL4/ToFBk7Yc9GI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/z4e0L69RTs0/s400/IMG_3055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656874709625402466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we surprised Amelia by having Ross in the car.  He had the afternoon off and that never happens.  Then we had Orange Leaf.  YUMMMM.  Okay, I feel semi caught up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-8616211849878577937?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8616211849878577937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/gee-whiz.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8616211849878577937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8616211849878577937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/gee-whiz.html' title='Gee Whiz'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-ntESzKHufVo/ToFAxnn5gRI/AAAAAAAAD6A/ER-Dbkn53e0/s72-c/IMG_3039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5188578163339782520</id><published>2011-09-19T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:48:53.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>Amelia had another FABULOUS day at school today.  I am so blessed that she has loving teachers who are praying for her and who update me during the day.  Today was Wear Red day and she animatedly reported to me that, "Two of the boys forgot and wore a different color.  Poor things."  Doesn't she look presh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uvuzG9jt4c/TngDo_WQNTI/AAAAAAAAD5A/N7XZbDdi_us/s1600/DSC_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uvuzG9jt4c/TngDo_WQNTI/AAAAAAAAD5A/N7XZbDdi_us/s400/DSC_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654273334898079026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun afternoon and Amelia picked out a few Halloween decorations at the Dollar Store for her "treat."  Her choice was a few sheets of window stickers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to dinner with the Hahn's and had Andy's for dessert.  They are such a blessing to us as well.  Ross is out of town again after a glorious week of vacation and it was such a nice way to spend our evening.  And now it is almost ten and Elise has already been up three times.  Typical.  However, I had to sneak in a few of these sister shots.  As you know, my sister is the greatest this in the world and I pray that these two have that strong of a relationship.  It is already so much fun to watch them.  Amelia has been calling her "little cutie" lately and I get so tickled.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9boA8xxxD3Q/TngApt4Cn5I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/NweoeTmVii4/s1600/DSC_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9boA8xxxD3Q/TngApt4Cn5I/AAAAAAAAD4Q/NweoeTmVii4/s400/DSC_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654270048852942738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcaeoJuzwGo/TngAp9sZBMI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/LF_xpHNRbk0/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcaeoJuzwGo/TngAp9sZBMI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/LF_xpHNRbk0/s400/DSC_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654270053099046082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ug9TbaTvfMg/TngAo9rzdcI/AAAAAAAAD4A/PpNIX8_Ts28/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ug9TbaTvfMg/TngAo9rzdcI/AAAAAAAAD4A/PpNIX8_Ts28/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654270035916715458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BNGPxW3b44/TngApZQrE_I/AAAAAAAAD4I/oaglYsr-6Hc/s1600/DSC_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BNGPxW3b44/TngApZQrE_I/AAAAAAAAD4I/oaglYsr-6Hc/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654270043319112690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia always wants to get a picture with Elise in her green chair.  She was trying to make Elise smile before church Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2tOWyLsV5k/TngBvN3HimI/AAAAAAAAD4g/rNqQochvmHM/s1600/DSC_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2tOWyLsV5k/TngBvN3HimI/AAAAAAAAD4g/rNqQochvmHM/s400/DSC_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654271242849978978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzpANp8AwHA/TngBvbBZ7eI/AAAAAAAAD4o/UjhmnsSfDV8/s1600/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EzpANp8AwHA/TngBvbBZ7eI/AAAAAAAAD4o/UjhmnsSfDV8/s400/DSC_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654271246382788066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow...it worked...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--awRJykQ5pw/TngBvjy5acI/AAAAAAAAD4w/1WrN4nD97mo/s1600/DSC_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--awRJykQ5pw/TngBvjy5acI/AAAAAAAAD4w/1WrN4nD97mo/s400/DSC_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654271248737855938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqe0qfURQHs/TngBv7WFu8I/AAAAAAAAD44/uVpkQyTB2oI/s1600/DSC_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqe0qfURQHs/TngBv7WFu8I/AAAAAAAAD44/uVpkQyTB2oI/s400/DSC_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654271255059479490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she began the slow wiggle away and made it look like they are the same size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTyrlsWlLeo/TngDpJS9ltI/AAAAAAAAD5I/ggWvoykgHQY/s1600/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTyrlsWlLeo/TngDpJS9ltI/AAAAAAAAD5I/ggWvoykgHQY/s400/DSC_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654273337568630482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love these two little ladies.  LOVE. Finishing this post one handed because Elise is up for the FOURTH time and it isn't even eleven.  This is where I usually give up and just go to bed- with her- all the while thinking, "Really?  Another one who doesn't sleep?" Oh well.  This cutie and I are off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-5188578163339782520?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5188578163339782520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/sisters.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5188578163339782520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5188578163339782520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-2uvuzG9jt4c/TngDo_WQNTI/AAAAAAAAD5A/N7XZbDdi_us/s72-c/DSC_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-670286105569861438</id><published>2011-09-15T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:33:00.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory</title><content type='html'>YIPPEEE.  Amelia's preschool director texted me yesterday morning that she was having a fabulous day.  I am so grateful and will continue praying that she has fun and loves it. She looked adorable, so maybe that helped, haha. (she wanted to hopscotch before we left??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlLGz_l_jfk/TnFckTZ9v7I/AAAAAAAAD3w/HXa80Iqyn_c/s1600/DSC_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlLGz_l_jfk/TnFckTZ9v7I/AAAAAAAAD3w/HXa80Iqyn_c/s400/DSC_0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652400786080907186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eABnGkMDmY/TnFckOfHb-I/AAAAAAAAD3o/q0MlfF1w3zE/s1600/DSC_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eABnGkMDmY/TnFckOfHb-I/AAAAAAAAD3o/q0MlfF1w3zE/s400/DSC_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652400784760336354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also turned frigid yesterday afternoon while Ross, Elise, and I were in Branson shopping.  I bought Buzz quite a few outfits.  She has no fall clothes at all and it delights me that I get to buy all new ones.  Ross keeps reminding me we have no money and I keep reminding him she can't be naked, duh.  The girls bundled up to  swing yesterday evening.  Elise falls asleep almost every time that she swings and it is  so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lxiBYcVSfs/TnFWu6csqSI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/3eL-2oU8408/s1600/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lxiBYcVSfs/TnFWu6csqSI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/3eL-2oU8408/s400/IMG_0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652394371290278178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xv0I9BY7BPE/TnFWvgr2cgI/AAAAAAAAD3g/n7fCs7DkSB8/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xv0I9BY7BPE/TnFWvgr2cgI/AAAAAAAAD3g/n7fCs7DkSB8/s400/IMG_0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652394381554381314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNPTSh8Dmlk/TnFWvD1DdTI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/SuZcjAjC124/s1600/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNPTSh8Dmlk/TnFWvD1DdTI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/SuZcjAjC124/s400/IMG_0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652394373808354610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia wanted her DADDY to push her because HE pushes the HIGHEST.  Excuuuuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just thought I would show you how excited Elise gets when her Dad comes after her.  Hilarious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUc8FgYZqaA/TnFdG-eVowI/AAAAAAAAD34/2-1ZN2z_4Bk/s1600/DSC_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LUc8FgYZqaA/TnFdG-eVowI/AAAAAAAAD34/2-1ZN2z_4Bk/s400/DSC_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652401381757526786" 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/7539353614543678108-670286105569861438?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/670286105569861438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/victory.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/670286105569861438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/670286105569861438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/victory.html' title='Victory'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-xlLGz_l_jfk/TnFckTZ9v7I/AAAAAAAAD3w/HXa80Iqyn_c/s72-c/DSC_0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-3428594228037558058</id><published>2011-09-14T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T18:25:57.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms And Muffins and More</title><content type='html'>Amelia had a special day at school Monday and I got to go have a muffin with her and do a craft and listen to her sing a song!  It was so exciting--for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hi3KHkuBKn8/TnAM1zMVMtI/AAAAAAAAD14/TP-GvGwBVzk/s1600/IMG_2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hi3KHkuBKn8/TnAM1zMVMtI/AAAAAAAAD14/TP-GvGwBVzk/s400/IMG_2888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652031650764501714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked chocolate chip muffins and they were so yummy.  Then I played with her and her friends and it was so nice to see her happy.  Then the kids sang a song to the moms and Amelia was a ham doing all the motions and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PF8RYJ0ErJs/TnAM2QFNirI/AAAAAAAAD2I/uTMeK3Fq2AA/s1600/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PF8RYJ0ErJs/TnAM2QFNirI/AAAAAAAAD2I/uTMeK3Fq2AA/s400/IMG_2901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652031658519268018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JJtgWcWndus/TnAM2BP7wnI/AAAAAAAAD2A/A_rhrP1Rbi4/s1600/IMG_2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JJtgWcWndus/TnAM2BP7wnI/AAAAAAAAD2A/A_rhrP1Rbi4/s400/IMG_2900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652031654537708146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with her friends Kinley and Evangeline.  Precious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4opTicX2e0M/TnAM2ls2RQI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/XoiQLBaou1I/s1600/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4opTicX2e0M/TnAM2ls2RQI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/XoiQLBaou1I/s400/IMG_2907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652031664322659586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia has been having a hard time at school the last few times.  Like hard, as in we have been thinking about pulling her out, hard.  Crying off and on all day.  It all started with a new boy in her class and I won't get into all the details but she is very scared of him and bothered by his fits. She moved classes and has a new teacher, but is still having a hard time.  This really sent her backwards in terms of progression with being away from me and it is such a shame because she was loving the first few days so much.  However, we are pressing on for now because she had an improved day on Monday.  We are sticking it out for September and will then re-evaluate.  Love my sweet girl and hate seeing her sad.  Thankful our morning together was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went to the Discovery Center Museum and I was so looking forward to it because Amelia loved it so much the last time we went.  Remember &lt;a href="http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2010/10/discover-this.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post?  Well, she was a whole year older and loved everything even more this time.  Here she is loving the air tunnel, "grocery store," launch pad, and magnet table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ebunXJORV0/TnAWPnjgoCI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/35oXA4OuiDI/s1600/IMG_2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ebunXJORV0/TnAWPnjgoCI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/35oXA4OuiDI/s400/IMG_2920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652041989921742882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-up9U95Tn32I/TnAWQACSp5I/AAAAAAAAD2o/cvKDloYxtZw/s1600/IMG_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-up9U95Tn32I/TnAWQACSp5I/AAAAAAAAD2o/cvKDloYxtZw/s400/IMG_2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652041996493301650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjiAywd5qh0/TnAWQKCNF9I/AAAAAAAAD2w/xe2l9fnmpl4/s1600/IMG_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjiAywd5qh0/TnAWQKCNF9I/AAAAAAAAD2w/xe2l9fnmpl4/s400/IMG_2925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652041999177291730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--e-jHRVFtqg/TnAWPwLj_UI/AAAAAAAAD2g/6sUt8QjupIo/s1600/IMG_2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--e-jHRVFtqg/TnAWPwLj_UI/AAAAAAAAD2g/6sUt8QjupIo/s400/IMG_2931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652041992237219138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY into it all.  They had a big box with bees in it and then a tunnel outside for the bees to go collect nectar and come back in to make honey.  Even I was WAY into watching that.  It was so cool.  I think Ross would have stood there for hours trying to find the queen.  How I wish I had a video of him in the science museum.  Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Elise had a great time too.  Her favorite was the Lego house by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GrcfsGSo3U/TnFS6C67BtI/AAAAAAAAD24/XvmTusPEUR4/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9GrcfsGSo3U/TnFS6C67BtI/AAAAAAAAD24/XvmTusPEUR4/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652390164496582354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_B_MkM8GuRg/TnFS6ke3bvI/AAAAAAAAD3I/m2lpRUE_4wg/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_B_MkM8GuRg/TnFS6ke3bvI/AAAAAAAAD3I/m2lpRUE_4wg/s400/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652390173505711858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXvj_spru_0/TnFS6aPRbrI/AAAAAAAAD3A/mMdVQ3TWHqM/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXvj_spru_0/TnFS6aPRbrI/AAAAAAAAD3A/mMdVQ3TWHqM/s400/IMG_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652390170755952306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so nice having Ross home!  I love vacation for hubs.  Especially one who works all the time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-3428594228037558058?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3428594228037558058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/moms-and-muffins-and-more.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3428594228037558058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3428594228037558058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/moms-and-muffins-and-more.html' title='Moms And Muffins and More'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-hi3KHkuBKn8/TnAM1zMVMtI/AAAAAAAAD14/TP-GvGwBVzk/s72-c/IMG_2888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5901047780812139717</id><published>2011-09-13T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:57:24.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September is a Swingin'</title><content type='html'>This has been a month of so many fun things!  For Ross's birthday, he wanted to take Amelia to Silver Dollar City.  I was dragging my heels all summer because I thought she would be scared of everything and not have much fun, but he wanted to try it.  Thankfully Barbara found us free tickets and so we granted his wish.  Aaron, Rebecca, and Caleb came up to go with us also.  It was the first day of their Fall Fest and everything was decorated all cute and gloriously fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tarqElCB4Wg/Tm_PFXdCKoI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/8g4I1PS8h80/s1600/IMG_2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tarqElCB4Wg/Tm_PFXdCKoI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/8g4I1PS8h80/s400/IMG_2825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651963748475349634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yu7dL3iCV60/Tm_PFxEFK9I/AAAAAAAAD0o/U0I1oPc1qps/s1600/IMG_2831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yu7dL3iCV60/Tm_PFxEFK9I/AAAAAAAAD0o/U0I1oPc1qps/s400/IMG_2831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651963755350010834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qFfTZ3Tmdw/Tm_PFlShm0I/AAAAAAAAD0g/akMoxk80cvQ/s1600/IMG_2829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qFfTZ3Tmdw/Tm_PFlShm0I/AAAAAAAAD0g/akMoxk80cvQ/s400/IMG_2829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651963752189369154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where to start.  She loved the elephant ride, the swinging bridge, the tunnel slide, the rope walk, the frog ride, the swings (which went WAY too fast for a kiddie ride), and the merry-go-round.  And I do mean LOVE.  She was enamored with the rides and I walked around with my mouth wide open in disbelief much of the day.  It was so exciting.  I couldn't believe it.  My little cautious blonde was just as brave as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyLo9-wexe4/Tm_PF41gXCI/AAAAAAAAD0w/hxk1MpRV-Uo/s1600/IMG_2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyLo9-wexe4/Tm_PF41gXCI/AAAAAAAAD0w/hxk1MpRV-Uo/s400/IMG_2839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651963757436361762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eb4t4KktcvI/Tm_P6bk2waI/AAAAAAAAD1A/sR2JkB0TXJ8/s1600/IMG_2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eb4t4KktcvI/Tm_P6bk2waI/AAAAAAAAD1A/sR2JkB0TXJ8/s400/IMG_2836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651964660114964898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKBkaFFUW8Q/Tm_P6POnEJI/AAAAAAAAD04/JxKBUtABJgI/s1600/IMG_2868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKBkaFFUW8Q/Tm_P6POnEJI/AAAAAAAAD04/JxKBUtABJgI/s400/IMG_2868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651964656800436370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcDyzZvGfeY/Tm_P65VFxCI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/tyfEZ1qgdcE/s1600/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcDyzZvGfeY/Tm_P65VFxCI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/tyfEZ1qgdcE/s400/IMG_2845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651964668101903394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the ladybugs (which she had to ride alone and still didn't care), the train (she even stole the show and gave the train robbers a graham cracker), the frozen lemonade, the toy store, the water ball, and the wiffle ball game (where she won a pig that she promptly named Piggy Pig).  She loved the square dance-off and even went out on the floor and started dancing, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsbxj04FPLw/Tm_QopsFQpI/AAAAAAAAD1g/pbCrQE2J8Uc/s1600/IMG_2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsbxj04FPLw/Tm_QopsFQpI/AAAAAAAAD1g/pbCrQE2J8Uc/s400/IMG_2851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651965454177354386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fmjMDyDAtA/Tm_Qo3D_5PI/AAAAAAAAD1o/qx4Wbbef6MQ/s1600/IMG_2852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fmjMDyDAtA/Tm_Qo3D_5PI/AAAAAAAAD1o/qx4Wbbef6MQ/s400/IMG_2852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651965457767326962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT8eVwmQEhU/Tm_P67w-yII/AAAAAAAAD1Q/k3Ji-aKeCoY/s1600/IMG_2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT8eVwmQEhU/Tm_P67w-yII/AAAAAAAAD1Q/k3Ji-aKeCoY/s400/IMG_2850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651964668755757186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0alrxCIJFE/Tm_P6i150zI/AAAAAAAAD1I/eQaP2lzZHng/s1600/IMG_2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0alrxCIJFE/Tm_P6i150zI/AAAAAAAAD1I/eQaP2lzZHng/s400/IMG_2860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651964662065517362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you she was perfect.  Totally wonderful all day.  We let her skip nap and stay until five.  And I'm still questioning this decision.  I don't recommend taking a two year old to SDC from 9-5.  Even though she was an angel, when we left, she melted down.  And she continued to melt down the rest of the evening.  We just couldn't bear to make her go home at 1:00, which was our original plan.  We should have, but we didn't.  She went to bed very early and was asleep in one minute.  Then, the fun continued and we went out to eat with Aaron and Reb while Mom and Dad watched Elise, Caleb, and Amelia.  A big thanks for this and to Mom and Dad for watching Elise all day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Houlihans was long and delish and fun and then we went to Hebrews coffee for more laughing.  A fabulously long day.  Here I am with the birthday boy.  The big 28!  Oh, and I was cold so my knees are curled up in the booth--those aren't giant boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKf0J7xkFJY/Tm_RuXITaAI/AAAAAAAAD1w/5wiYyB7Yv10/s1600/IMG_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKf0J7xkFJY/Tm_RuXITaAI/AAAAAAAAD1w/5wiYyB7Yv10/s400/IMG_2874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651966651786291202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee for our wonderful weekend.  And Ross is on vacation this week, so the fun has continued :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-5901047780812139717?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5901047780812139717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-is-swingin.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5901047780812139717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5901047780812139717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-is-swingin.html' title='September is a Swingin&apos;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-tarqElCB4Wg/Tm_PFXdCKoI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/8g4I1PS8h80/s72-c/IMG_2825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1130232602673354060</id><published>2011-09-09T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:28:03.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ross!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my hard-working, humble, polite, caring, and intelligent husband.  We love you so much my sweet man :)  Birthday pics to come later.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile. Ross has been in Mtn. Home for  two solid weeks.  He has loved this away rotation and has been working  in a wonderful clinic.  For that, I am grateful.  I am also grateful  the girls were so good all week, but man was I tired.  By Friday, I was pacing around looking at the clock. I was ready to see him and ready for some HELP.  He got the whole  Labor Day Weekend off and we were so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the weekend with a trip to the Nature Center.  Elise and  Amelia were good on the trail, but Amelia was really wanting to get  inside and see the fish and other exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27h-Tt9dH3M/Tmrf1IRGE9I/AAAAAAAADzA/cKBu4jeVtL4/s1600/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-27h-Tt9dH3M/Tmrf1IRGE9I/AAAAAAAADzA/cKBu4jeVtL4/s400/IMG_2754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650574786334954450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday after church, Steph and Derek and Ing came up for a cookout and to spend the night.  Ross grilled corn and burgers and it was delish.  They were a little delayed because Derek had a bike wreck that morning.  He was such a trooper still coming and keeping all of our plans.  He never complained the entire weekend.  Amelia was a little distraught that DD was all bandaged up and she has prayed for him every day since they were here.  Steph will do a detailed post I am sure--she even has disgusting pictures of his injuries.  We are just so thankful that the injuries were not more severe; he was very lucky.  The girls got right to playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvRdztZu_jU/TmrigG16diI/AAAAAAAADzQ/aEFaOe8-KnA/s1600/IMG_3845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xvRdztZu_jU/TmrigG16diI/AAAAAAAADzQ/aEFaOe8-KnA/s400/IMG_3845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650577723710141986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdsCQUY-9nw/TmrigevL7JI/AAAAAAAADzY/cEJUaAjpzQw/s1600/IMG_3864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdsCQUY-9nw/TmrigevL7JI/AAAAAAAADzY/cEJUaAjpzQw/s400/IMG_3864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650577730124377234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross put up another swing under the deck and the girls had a blast swinging and loving the cooler temperatures.  Amelia was so proud of herself for being in charge of pushing BOTH little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wt8HRvXDIW8/TmrigL3NvuI/AAAAAAAADzI/tXzmu61Sth8/s1600/IMG_3857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wt8HRvXDIW8/TmrigL3NvuI/AAAAAAAADzI/tXzmu61Sth8/s400/IMG_3857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650577725057777378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning we headed to the zoo for Ingrid's very first zoo trip.  It was such a great day.  The weather was perfect and so were the girls.  We took our time and strolled about enjoying each other's company and seeing all the animals.  Ingrid's favorites were definitely the cats (i.e. tiger, mountain lion).  She meowed the whole time and I got so tickled.  Amelia's favorites were apparently everything because she definitely got upset when it was time to leave.  Elise didn't really care as long as she didn't have to be in her stroller.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MwlqHKNwGHs/TmrkKrLK0bI/AAAAAAAADzw/phhezZ7vmpY/s1600/IMG_3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MwlqHKNwGHs/TmrkKrLK0bI/AAAAAAAADzw/phhezZ7vmpY/s400/IMG_3938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650579554529104306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1omFkipw/TmrkKSPK7fI/AAAAAAAADzo/cIDlkweYJ4A/s1600/IMG_3888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldU1omFkipw/TmrkKSPK7fI/AAAAAAAADzo/cIDlkweYJ4A/s400/IMG_3888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650579547835002354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCf4xpPS7gE/Tmrm7qVzkqI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/PNc0Qy23EwQ/s1600/IMG_3921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCf4xpPS7gE/Tmrm7qVzkqI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/PNc0Qy23EwQ/s400/IMG_3921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650582595142128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VW_J_Cvr4nM/TmrkKsp6dPI/AAAAAAAADz4/2OFSOQXuaSg/s1600/IMG_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VW_J_Cvr4nM/TmrkKsp6dPI/AAAAAAAADz4/2OFSOQXuaSg/s400/IMG_3946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650579554926490866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDXNughqmqQ/TmrkKI5ggVI/AAAAAAAADzg/YsmEHCWA-kU/s1600/IMG_3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDXNughqmqQ/TmrkKI5ggVI/AAAAAAAADzg/YsmEHCWA-kU/s400/IMG_3891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650579545328222546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia missed Ross so much while he was gone and was quite the Daddy's girl this day.  I loved seeing that.  I also love how Amelia says "ephalant."  Love it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pa61oJlLQx4/Tmrk-7TrqnI/AAAAAAAAD0A/mgXkiuGU3TY/s1600/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pa61oJlLQx4/Tmrk-7TrqnI/AAAAAAAAD0A/mgXkiuGU3TY/s400/IMG_2763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650580452212976242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for a late lunch at Houlihan's.  I was leery because all the girls were tired, but they were great once again.  Our waitress was awesome and the food was incredible.  I just love their Parmesan fries.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqFchnGSZ2M/TmrmFVZ_KWI/AAAAAAAAD0I/8T52YzAjRoQ/s1600/IMG_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqFchnGSZ2M/TmrmFVZ_KWI/AAAAAAAAD0I/8T52YzAjRoQ/s400/IMG_3961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650581661809584482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home for the Henderson's and naps for the Halsted's.  A most perfect weekend before Ross headed out for Mtn. Home again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1130232602673354060?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1130232602673354060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-ross.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1130232602673354060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1130232602673354060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-ross.html' title='Happy Birthday Ross!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-27h-Tt9dH3M/Tmrf1IRGE9I/AAAAAAAADzA/cKBu4jeVtL4/s72-c/IMG_2754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7400845162214013248</id><published>2011-09-04T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T19:08:00.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on the Farm</title><content type='html'>Well, we aren't still at the farm, but my posts are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get to the creek pictures, Barbara took these of Elise playing with a baby and this big perma-smile is one of my very favorite things about my littlest girl.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y46ae89br7w/TmBXnwwsHtI/AAAAAAAADxo/18uQgk43ODw/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y46ae89br7w/TmBXnwwsHtI/AAAAAAAADxo/18uQgk43ODw/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647610273338236626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JSIFZGSocCM/TmBXoJ90h4I/AAAAAAAADxw/MB_q5YLP85M/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JSIFZGSocCM/TmBXoJ90h4I/AAAAAAAADxw/MB_q5YLP85M/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647610280104200066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Amelia's highlight---We made the walk down to the creek and we've made the walk many times. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0204jBgP0HE/TmBaDzC2YlI/AAAAAAAADyI/_BWqGrZ1Kf4/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0204jBgP0HE/TmBaDzC2YlI/AAAAAAAADyI/_BWqGrZ1Kf4/s400/IMG_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647612954010870354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had gotten hot by this point, so when we got there, I told Amelia she could put her feet in.  Let me say that I am NOT a creek girl.  Ugh.  Give me a pool please and thanks.  But, we were embracing all things farm on this day and as she was walking around she was trying hard not to get water on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gten1letj1E/TmBaDkbyH-I/AAAAAAAADyA/gRyJfrB3dmw/s1600/DSC_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gten1letj1E/TmBaDkbyH-I/AAAAAAAADyA/gRyJfrB3dmw/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647612950088916962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I had packed another outfit for her if she got a little wet.  This is what she did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYMjc2Nq3L0/TmBbauQhJUI/AAAAAAAADyQ/LciUwDmSoo4/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYMjc2Nq3L0/TmBbauQhJUI/AAAAAAAADyQ/LciUwDmSoo4/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647614447374640450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa was just the slightest bit tickled...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f10djIr5goM/TmBba2QTV0I/AAAAAAAADyY/-0V2TznCxzQ/s1600/DSC_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f10djIr5goM/TmBba2QTV0I/AAAAAAAADyY/-0V2TznCxzQ/s400/DSC_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647614449521219394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just went with it and she had the best time.  I was still leery, but kicked my shoes off and got in with her a little.  Elise decided to just plop down as well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Elq5cz_iWA/TmBbbbu-pjI/AAAAAAAADyo/cRQGh8KEs6w/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Elq5cz_iWA/TmBbbbu-pjI/AAAAAAAADyo/cRQGh8KEs6w/s400/DSC_0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647614459581998642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zR0v4R196H0/TmBbbCehiDI/AAAAAAAADyg/nOnTfoQUiMM/s1600/DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zR0v4R196H0/TmBbbCehiDI/AAAAAAAADyg/nOnTfoQUiMM/s400/DSC_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647614452802095154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw a snake and I was done.  Dried off.  Elise dried off.  Clothes changed.  And disgusted.  However, Amelia kept looking for the snake and wanted to see it up close.  Whaaa?  Thankfully it was nap time very soon after and the creek adventure was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSRBFkrmh3Q/TmBXoRwsRZI/AAAAAAAADx4/uElAtHrmWBw/s1600/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSRBFkrmh3Q/TmBXoRwsRZI/AAAAAAAADx4/uElAtHrmWBw/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647610282196616594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh.  I still shudder to think of that snake swimming by.  A few more pictures so that you don't have a slithering, swimming, sneaky snake in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWNpx9Imn0M/TmPohc-d9VI/AAAAAAAADyw/ljRW7tTtXUk/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWNpx9Imn0M/TmPohc-d9VI/AAAAAAAADyw/ljRW7tTtXUk/s400/IMG_0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648614019064264018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixvAXJWTbSY/TmPohq-x6rI/AAAAAAAADy4/IXjbEUI1hOA/s1600/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixvAXJWTbSY/TmPohq-x6rI/AAAAAAAADy4/IXjbEUI1hOA/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648614022823668402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7400845162214013248?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7400845162214013248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-on-farm.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7400845162214013248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7400845162214013248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-on-farm.html' title='Still on the Farm'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-y46ae89br7w/TmBXnwwsHtI/AAAAAAAADxo/18uQgk43ODw/s72-c/IMG_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7554427621687181277</id><published>2011-09-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:07:43.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down on the Farm</title><content type='html'>G and Pa have been coming up to see us lately, as opposed to us driving to them.  Amelia picked up on this and last Thursday announced rather dramatically that she had forgotten what their house looked like and missed all the animals.  So, since Ross was working all weekend, I loaded up our stuff for a day trip to the farm.  Here she is out of the car--running immediately for Frank.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYWI-ElJOOk/TmBObdGEMBI/AAAAAAAADwg/sLFjiph6VXE/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HYWI-ElJOOk/TmBObdGEMBI/AAAAAAAADwg/sLFjiph6VXE/s400/IMG_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647600166296104978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEfvT8RK6Y4/TlzY-tfHU4I/AAAAAAAADv0/AMj9RYeb6RY/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had missed her too and laid at her feet most of the day for some belly petting.  Oh and the doors are open because upon arrival Elise was napping in the van.  She screamed the entire hour to their house, but fell asleep on the dirt road.  Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls1F3qnXMxI/Tl1FmUSXGDI/AAAAAAAADwY/23wVrbSD9v4/s1600/IMG_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls1F3qnXMxI/Tl1FmUSXGDI/AAAAAAAADwY/23wVrbSD9v4/s400/IMG_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646746032375535666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G prepared Amelia a great snack outside and she tried a nectarine for the first time.  She loved it and ate the whole thing!  I tried one too- YUM. Amelia wanted to wear her overalls, tall socks, and braids to the farm.  I got so tickled while we were getting ready.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xoQJy1GrZQs/TmBRD63SrYI/AAAAAAAADwo/Oz3lpt7JYK0/s1600/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xoQJy1GrZQs/TmBRD63SrYI/AAAAAAAADwo/Oz3lpt7JYK0/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647603060505226626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barbara and I joked that she was going to have to try to get Elise on her side because Amelia is definitely Pa's girl.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epqifO1d8UE/TmBSpdZ79tI/AAAAAAAADww/QtHBxOQM6OM/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epqifO1d8UE/TmBSpdZ79tI/AAAAAAAADww/QtHBxOQM6OM/s400/IMG_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647604804944131794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA6c4zbXTUE/TmBSqLLTSyI/AAAAAAAADxI/yflJWGTYVow/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA6c4zbXTUE/TmBSqLLTSyI/AAAAAAAADxI/yflJWGTYVow/s400/DSC_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647604817230777122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99tTPv2PTB0/TmBSpxwDKEI/AAAAAAAADxA/QRHbQhvX-70/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99tTPv2PTB0/TmBSpxwDKEI/AAAAAAAADxA/QRHbQhvX-70/s400/IMG_0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647604810405587010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nR2isZOgEA4/TmBSprL34uI/AAAAAAAADw4/B-zbzFy9khQ/s1600/IMG_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nR2isZOgEA4/TmBSprL34uI/AAAAAAAADw4/B-zbzFy9khQ/s400/IMG_0643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647604808643240674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G and Elise just a swinging.  The weather was so gorgeous that morning.  I'm glad we got there early because when it got hot, it got HOT.  One of my favorite Amelia quotes of the day, "Well, I love wind and I love hot and today there is both."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJk3mfRfA-c/TmBUPnIoZKI/AAAAAAAADxQ/by0TMQ4c9qc/s1600/DSC_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJk3mfRfA-c/TmBUPnIoZKI/AAAAAAAADxQ/by0TMQ4c9qc/s400/DSC_0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647606559902557346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDo3L1TK7qY/TmBUPlzGo_I/AAAAAAAADxY/lBRRtAntPlo/s1600/DSC_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WDo3L1TK7qY/TmBUPlzGo_I/AAAAAAAADxY/lBRRtAntPlo/s400/DSC_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647606559543829490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia got to feed the horses and see the new twin calves and talk to Rocketman the donkey. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4QSbDIuPqo/TmBVVuKXe4I/AAAAAAAADxg/fhRgwABPiqk/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4QSbDIuPqo/TmBVVuKXe4I/AAAAAAAADxg/fhRgwABPiqk/s400/IMG_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647607764379728770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got to run around and chase Frank and eat yummy snacks.  She got to be carried all around by Pa.  But, her favorite part of the day was our walk to the creek.  Pictures coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7554427621687181277?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7554427621687181277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/down-on-farm.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7554427621687181277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7554427621687181277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/09/down-on-farm.html' title='Down on the Farm'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-HYWI-ElJOOk/TmBObdGEMBI/AAAAAAAADwg/sLFjiph6VXE/s72-c/IMG_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1488336310747503277</id><published>2011-08-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:43:57.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been glorious the last few mornings.  We had ourselves a few hours outside at our favorite park in Springfield.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w324LdvmKQU/TlhZA6C5Z5I/AAAAAAAADvU/bniGuaUqc7k/s1600/IMG_2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w324LdvmKQU/TlhZA6C5Z5I/AAAAAAAADvU/bniGuaUqc7k/s400/IMG_2660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645360005025195922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1IWN_v_goI/TlhZBqGNk1I/AAAAAAAADvs/pjlM67ruAag/s1600/IMG_2681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1IWN_v_goI/TlhZBqGNk1I/AAAAAAAADvs/pjlM67ruAag/s400/IMG_2681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645360017924002642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia was examining this tree for some moss.  And asking where moss comes from and a bunch of other scientific questions that I do not know the answer to.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jrhjUHCBL0/TlhZBb8s_ZI/AAAAAAAADvk/V39NTHzvDBg/s1600/IMG_2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jrhjUHCBL0/TlhZBb8s_ZI/AAAAAAAADvk/V39NTHzvDBg/s400/IMG_2675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645360014126022034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be busy and have fun things to do.  However, I will admit that having the girls makes me want to slow down and notice the little things.  It makes me want to stop in the middle of our busy fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially true as Amelia continues to become more inquisitive and her innocence begins to shine even more brightly.  While we are going and doing, it makes me STOP.  Talk about things.  Look at things.  Hug tighter.  Laugh louder.  Love more fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park and played and played.  It was time to spread out a blanket and have a few grapes.  While we were sitting there I leaned back and what transpired I want to remember forever.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh27urfln6I/TlhZAQFIDmI/AAAAAAAADvM/0W5nykqeAgI/s1600/IMG_2672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh27urfln6I/TlhZAQFIDmI/AAAAAAAADvM/0W5nykqeAgI/s400/IMG_2672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645359993760255586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I love when the sun peeks through a shady tree like that."&lt;br /&gt;A:  "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "It just makes me feel happy."&lt;br /&gt;A:  "Me too. Let's just lay here a minute. Me loves you."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzkcIrLpalM/TlhZBD0u3RI/AAAAAAAADvc/d22JzuaYrj4/s1600/IMG_2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzkcIrLpalM/TlhZBD0u3RI/AAAAAAAADvc/d22JzuaYrj4/s400/IMG_2678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645360007650139410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just rested on the blanket.  Amelia was snuggled up beside me, I wrapped my arm around Elise's chubby legs, and was overcome with emotion.  I am overcome with emotion typing this because it was such a simple moment, but it really moved me.  No, every day isn't like this.  But at that particular moment, I couldn't remember any spit up or fits or sleepless nights- only bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening when Amelia was saying her prayers (another one of my favorite times of the day) she said, "Mom, remember when you love the sun peeking through?  Me do too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1488336310747503277?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1488336310747503277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/stop.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1488336310747503277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1488336310747503277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-w324LdvmKQU/TlhZA6C5Z5I/AAAAAAAADvU/bniGuaUqc7k/s72-c/IMG_2660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5338043278423982481</id><published>2011-08-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T07:18:00.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leesey</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Amelia's school posts have rightfully taken up much of the blog lately,  but I thought I would post a few pictures of this almosteightmonth  tooter.  Here she is:&lt;br /&gt;- snoozing with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;- practicing her sippy cup (first time to finally hold on for a few drinks!)&lt;br /&gt;- getting loved on by sissy&lt;br /&gt;-working her flower romper at the library story garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uinLxDwXvMk/TlhU90FHfqI/AAAAAAAADvE/GtrzWyKPPnk/s1600/IMG_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uinLxDwXvMk/TlhU90FHfqI/AAAAAAAADvE/GtrzWyKPPnk/s400/IMG_2480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645355553837776546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIwFEfhfuQw/TlhU9kA7HdI/AAAAAAAADu8/IIgMClHhPkw/s1600/IMG_2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIwFEfhfuQw/TlhU9kA7HdI/AAAAAAAADu8/IIgMClHhPkw/s400/IMG_2644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645355549525220818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHip_qP9Slw/TlhU9Ab1ZGI/AAAAAAAADus/YWSxZBlGt7Q/s1600/IMG_2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHip_qP9Slw/TlhU9Ab1ZGI/AAAAAAAADus/YWSxZBlGt7Q/s400/IMG_2467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645355539974415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVeKu2i_QHs/TlhU9W9ixOI/AAAAAAAADu0/7gZpcgLtoEo/s1600/IMG_2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVeKu2i_QHs/TlhU9W9ixOI/AAAAAAAADu0/7gZpcgLtoEo/s400/IMG_2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645355546021381346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YoEW1YVHK-0/TlhU8ho70mI/AAAAAAAADuk/4qDmf8cP9Hs/s1600/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YoEW1YVHK-0/TlhU8ho70mI/AAAAAAAADuk/4qDmf8cP9Hs/s400/IMG_2635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645355531707863650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE this girl's huge smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-5338043278423982481?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5338043278423982481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/leesey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5338043278423982481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5338043278423982481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/leesey.html' title='Leesey'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-uinLxDwXvMk/TlhU90FHfqI/AAAAAAAADvE/GtrzWyKPPnk/s72-c/IMG_2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-4822056407585146425</id><published>2011-08-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:33:09.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Not How Ms. Jen Does It</title><content type='html'>Ms. Jen must rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia has already informed me I do not wash her hands how Ms. Jen does.  "Mom, Ms. Jen says 'Scrub them in between, scrub them in between,' and you don't."  I cracked up and now have to sing this song when we wash.  Also, we were saying our prayers and Amelia said that Ms. Jen says a prayer that is a song before they eat.  How adorable is that? Oh, and Ms. Jen calls panties underwear and everyone must now call them underwear.   I have loved hearing these little tidbits of how Ms. Jen does things and it makes my heart so happy that she is eating it all up and already learning little songs, etc.  Here she is on Day Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KEIibAU-yg/TlfxP_S588I/AAAAAAAADuE/mRJ7MgympwU/s1600/DSC_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KEIibAU-yg/TlfxP_S588I/AAAAAAAADuE/mRJ7MgympwU/s400/DSC_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645245914923267010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blowing Mommy a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDuUq1t4zgk/TlfxPgW2lFI/AAAAAAAADt8/meBYJpOC2rk/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDuUq1t4zgk/TlfxPgW2lFI/AAAAAAAADt8/meBYJpOC2rk/s400/DSC_0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645245906618324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia wanted to ride in the car rider line and reminded me as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. I couldn't believe she got out of the car with just a smile and a wave :) Here she is being beyond excited waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TL3xMG6po20/TlfzwwD2k1I/AAAAAAAADuU/lK1TYOCx1vY/s1600/IMG_2649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TL3xMG6po20/TlfzwwD2k1I/AAAAAAAADuU/lK1TYOCx1vY/s400/IMG_2649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645248676792537938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also stayed on her cot at naptime and even napped an hour.  Two huge improvements. I bribed her to stay on the cot with promise of a toy and she changed her mind and wanted a chocolate donut.  Score--one for mom too!  The teacher said that she got a little upset when one of the other kids cried, but that didn't surprise me.  She is very sensitive to people crying and being upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am elated with week one of school and elated with the interest that each one of you took in week one and the investment that you have in my Bee. We have been playing school nonstop since Monday.  I love my little teacher girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the library today she lined up a ton of chairs and said she was getting things ready for her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZmmaYZIXQA/TlfzwuSMPPI/AAAAAAAADuM/sELvC_qyn4w/s1600/IMG_2695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZmmaYZIXQA/TlfzwuSMPPI/AAAAAAAADuM/sELvC_qyn4w/s400/IMG_2695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645248676315806962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could only find one willing student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogw18A32raU/Tlf0kfLr5DI/AAAAAAAADuc/tGK5K6f8Wz8/s1600/IMG_2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogw18A32raU/Tlf0kfLr5DI/AAAAAAAADuc/tGK5K6f8Wz8/s400/IMG_2696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645249565615186994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-4822056407585146425?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4822056407585146425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/thats-not-how-ms-jen-does-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4822056407585146425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4822056407585146425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/thats-not-how-ms-jen-does-it.html' title='That&apos;s Not How Ms. Jen Does It'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-5KEIibAU-yg/TlfxP_S588I/AAAAAAAADuE/mRJ7MgympwU/s72-c/DSC_0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1791873404413829146</id><published>2011-08-23T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:49:35.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Me</title><content type='html'>The theme this week at school is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All About Me&lt;/span&gt; and the letter is Aa.  Amelia thinks that letter was chosen just because her name starts with A.  True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verse is "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."  - Joshua 24:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia's craft project assignment was to decorate a blank person that her teacher sent home and put things on it that she loved.  She wanted to get this out of her take home folder while we were still at school in the parking lot.  I told her we would work on it at home and she burst into tears.  So we completed it tonight and as much as I wanted it to look perfect, I let her do exactly what she wanted and here it is.  Adorable.  Tearing up again, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcthIjCXIAE/TlMZg-98zJI/AAAAAAAADtM/X83fHey8Fio/s1600/DSC_0291.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KcthIjCXIAE/TlMZg-98zJI/AAAAAAAADtM/X83fHey8Fio/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643882812474707090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked the following out of the magazines:&lt;br /&gt;strawberry, bowl of ice cream, picture of a dog, McDonalds symbol (haha), painted hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drew:&lt;br /&gt;the blue eyes, peach nose, red smile, blonde hair, green bow, blue necklace, green shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested:&lt;br /&gt;a picture of her family, and a heart for loving Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun first craft for us.  She practiced presenting it to her daddy and Elise.  Wish I could be a fly on the wall when she presents it to her class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1791873404413829146?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1791873404413829146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-about-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1791873404413829146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1791873404413829146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-about-me.html' title='All About Me'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-KcthIjCXIAE/TlMZg-98zJI/AAAAAAAADtM/X83fHey8Fio/s72-c/DSC_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1963996069204544591</id><published>2011-08-22T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:15:07.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>My tiny bumblebee went to Preschool today and she was verrrrrrry excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybwJJbjYbag/TlMJYyMq6cI/AAAAAAAADss/ftd16E1S_zg/s1600/IMG_2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ybwJJbjYbag/TlMJYyMq6cI/AAAAAAAADss/ftd16E1S_zg/s400/IMG_2616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643865079421790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largest backpack of all time, but the one she wanted.  I just tear up looking at these.  Here she is walking in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yBUMSpTU_I/TlMJYxJy8hI/AAAAAAAADs0/OhDnBQefloA/s1600/IMG_2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yBUMSpTU_I/TlMJYxJy8hI/AAAAAAAADs0/OhDnBQefloA/s400/IMG_2623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643865079141298706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was the ONLY parent that walked their child in out of the two year old class.  Everyone else used the car lane.  The workers go out and get the child out of the car and bring them inside.  It is a huge convenience and makes for a smooth walk for everyone, but I just couldn't do it this morning and had asked for permission to walk her in.  I think it made it harder on her in hindsight, but I would probably still do it for my own sake.  Ridiculous, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was still excited when we got there and only got a quivery lip once I asked to take her picture with her teacher.  She wanted me to stay and so Elise and I immediately slipped out.  NO TEARS!!  In fact, the only time she cried all day was because she did not want to stay on her cot at naptime.  She never napped or even shut her eyes and her teacher said, "We will just have to work on following the rules."  Ooops :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugyyT1Ql5CI/TlMKkAJMq6I/AAAAAAAADs8/OyfVlVd9W4Q/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugyyT1Ql5CI/TlMKkAJMq6I/AAAAAAAADs8/OyfVlVd9W4Q/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643866371655510946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We normally nap at 1:30 at home and they nap at noon at school, so she genuinely wasn't tired.  I think I will work on moving her naptime up at home to see if we can sync the schedules a bit.  I am just so proud of her today.  I think back to the nursery nightmare screaming fits we went through and I cannot believe she made it the full five hours just happy and having fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wa0rnkhrvog/TlMMYv6LaxI/AAAAAAAADtE/gwhUf0DMslE/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wa0rnkhrvog/TlMMYv6LaxI/AAAAAAAADtE/gwhUf0DMslE/s400/DSC_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643868377342241554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In her words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Class&lt;/span&gt;-- "Me played the egg shaker.  Everyone wanted it, but me got it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PE Class&lt;/span&gt;-- "We ran and ran and ran and then we would freeze.  Watch Mom, like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;-- (she didn't eat a single bite of her lunch, not even the dessert) "Me didn't have time to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classroom&lt;/span&gt;-- "EVERYONE got off their cot and just ran all around."&lt;br /&gt;"My best friend was Maggie."&lt;br /&gt;"Ms. Jen said 'Shhhh Amelia, no talking in the hall,' so me do me lips like this." (fish face)&lt;br /&gt;"Me has work to do at home and let's look at it in the car." (while we were in the parking lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked to go to bed at five and was asleep by 7:25.  This is very abnormal for our non-sleeper who usually is asleep by 9:45 or 10:00.  Worn out for sure.  I am thankful for the wonderful day for her and for all the well wishes and prayers for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did much better than I thought I would.  Obviously I was sad, but Elise kept me so busy that I didn't have much time to dwell.  She's everywhere!  Thanks to Emily for bringing Micah to meet us for some "I love and miss my big girl" talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad she's home with Mommy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1963996069204544591?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1963996069204544591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1963996069204544591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1963996069204544591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-ybwJJbjYbag/TlMJYyMq6cI/AAAAAAAADss/ftd16E1S_zg/s72-c/IMG_2616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-704387908263152691</id><published>2011-08-20T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T05:45:00.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Weather--Finally</title><content type='html'>The Hahns have been a huge blessing to us over the past year.  Emily has been through residency and always has such sound advice and empathy on those nights/weekends of call and 8:30 evenings.  I just love her and her boys.  We went to the zoo on the one glorious, nice day out of eighty scorchers.  It was a fun time and this giraffe cracked us up trying to get the cracker Asher was feeding his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sLliHVQPqfg/Tk69wmsUwlI/AAAAAAAADrk/zwTCmqeIHqk/s1600/IMG_2522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sLliHVQPqfg/Tk69wmsUwlI/AAAAAAAADrk/zwTCmqeIHqk/s400/IMG_2522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656025859637842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amelia and Asher had a blast on the playground.  I've always thought it was too big for Amelia but I let her try it and lo and behold she did everything by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-NIOjf8ubw/Tk69wYPaS7I/AAAAAAAADrc/gBY_X-zTjf8/s1600/IMG_2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-NIOjf8ubw/Tk69wYPaS7I/AAAAAAAADrc/gBY_X-zTjf8/s400/IMG_2510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656021980269490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-juTBSUacyno/Tk69wDcd2bI/AAAAAAAADrU/iBAZmY26SDE/s1600/IMG_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-juTBSUacyno/Tk69wDcd2bI/AAAAAAAADrU/iBAZmY26SDE/s400/IMG_2513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656016397883826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5R6LeZL-EBQ/Tk6_vOHtdeI/AAAAAAAADrs/twXf7gfBgkU/s1600/IMG_2509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5R6LeZL-EBQ/Tk6_vOHtdeI/AAAAAAAADrs/twXf7gfBgkU/s400/IMG_2509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642658201107002850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher started Junior Kindergarten Thursday and he goes every day, all day!  This was our last chance to do something with him during the week.  Boo--getting so big.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XsOKUt6awR0/Tk6_va8j8JI/AAAAAAAADr0/5Nko8zPfe24/s1600/IMG_2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XsOKUt6awR0/Tk6_va8j8JI/AAAAAAAADr0/5Nko8zPfe24/s400/IMG_2516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642658204549902482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCX0xikfook/Tk6_vlgLFnI/AAAAAAAADr8/HeOFpjr9vsk/s1600/IMG_2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCX0xikfook/Tk6_vlgLFnI/AAAAAAAADr8/HeOFpjr9vsk/s400/IMG_2530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642658207383623282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0YAy5MIc-c/Tk7ArFlVJYI/AAAAAAAADsE/ZsMCJG51mRo/s1600/IMG_2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0YAy5MIc-c/Tk7ArFlVJYI/AAAAAAAADsE/ZsMCJG51mRo/s400/IMG_2515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642659229607470466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see them feed Elroy the warthog for the first time and it was really neat.  His favorite treat is sweet potatoes. Amelia got a little disgusted that SHE couldn't feed Elroy, but Emily lured her away with some snacks. After we got home Amelia pretended to either be a zookeeper feeding me or she was a zebra--for about three hours.  She always wants to play fun, imaginative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no pictures of Elise because she wouldn't ride in the stroller and was in the backpack for two and a half hours.  She rode in there without making a peep, so no complaints.  I definitely got my workout in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun and wonderful morning with our best buds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-704387908263152691?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/704387908263152691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/zoo-weather-finally.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/704387908263152691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/704387908263152691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/zoo-weather-finally.html' title='Zoo Weather--Finally'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-sLliHVQPqfg/Tk69wmsUwlI/AAAAAAAADrk/zwTCmqeIHqk/s72-c/IMG_2522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-2224543771872769653</id><published>2011-08-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:42:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Uncle Derek</title><content type='html'>Amelia has gone from DD to Uncle DEREK.  She emphasizes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;, as if she wants everyone to know that she knows his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; name.  Happiest Birthday to the one-of-a-kind sissy who knows how to keep everyone in stitches, has a razor sharp wit, and talent that goes on for years.  We love you, you handsome devil.  This morning we have partied hard in your honor and Elise even wore her (Ingrid's) Beatles shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3K8zkZltQWk/Tk641_Q3PwI/AAAAAAAADq8/pgOdubr2HLo/s1600/IMG_2581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3K8zkZltQWk/Tk641_Q3PwI/AAAAAAAADq8/pgOdubr2HLo/s400/IMG_2581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642650620796550914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Orientation Update:  This was her smile before we left and she kept it almost the whole time we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-am7ozjmRyBA/Tk642NRMwcI/AAAAAAAADrE/VppcHqyxMts/s1600/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-am7ozjmRyBA/Tk642NRMwcI/AAAAAAAADrE/VppcHqyxMts/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642650624556057026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me not quite ready to go," said Amelia after it was all over on Tuesday. Oh how this made my heart happy. It went so well and really excited me for her school year. The only time I lost it was during the parent only meeting (she was playing in the ball/tunnel area) when they prayed over the kids and explained that the having the kids know they are loved is their number one goal. I clung to Elise and am so glad that I have a baby left with me, ha.  Amelia is in the Frog class and waltzed right in and started playing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PF-uXnGSszs/Tk64ZADHFbI/AAAAAAAADqs/oC81hxBVUOI/s1600/IMG_2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PF-uXnGSszs/Tk64ZADHFbI/AAAAAAAADqs/oC81hxBVUOI/s400/IMG_2542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642650122791097778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend Liam from playgroup is in her class, so that was comforting to her to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCWmsJdEKXI/Tk64ZpBSfcI/AAAAAAAADq0/mjcx1uTkYqg/s1600/IMG_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCWmsJdEKXI/Tk64ZpBSfcI/AAAAAAAADq0/mjcx1uTkYqg/s400/IMG_2543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642650133789310402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has morning time and then snack time and then heads to music.  During morning time they talk about their letter of the day and their theme of the week.  First letter is Aa and the theme is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All About Me.  &lt;/span&gt;Each week they have a bible verse also.  I'm tickled pink about the curriculum and I am a hard sell.  I think it is just enough for the structure crazed mom in me, but I love that after music they go to P.E. and then have 40 minutes on the playground or in their indoor Adventure Playland just to run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia seems the most excited about music class and her teacher Ms. Lisa.  They do a Christmas Program in December and I could just bawl thinking about Buzz up there singing, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MF44bsoqK1A/Tk67GEZL2UI/AAAAAAAADrM/pKdYbM82dwM/s1600/IMG_2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MF44bsoqK1A/Tk67GEZL2UI/AAAAAAAADrM/pKdYbM82dwM/s400/IMG_2544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642653096074795330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm worried about naptime a bit.  Will she stay on her cot?  That's the major rule.  Also, not sure if I should send her paci or not.  Yes, yes, she still has it at naptime.  I don't think she will go to sleep without it, so the jury is still out on that decision.  Actually, I don't think she will sleep at all because they nap at noon, which is way early for us.  I'm also worried a little about lunchtime.  Other than that, I will just miss her.  It is FIVE hours away from me and that makes me sad.  I'm already looking forward to Muffins with Mom in a few weeks.  Praying that Monday is a smooth drop-off and that she has a fabulous and enriched day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her teachers are lucky.  My girl is excellent company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-2224543771872769653?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2224543771872769653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-uncle-derek.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2224543771872769653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2224543771872769653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-uncle-derek.html' title='Happy Birthday Uncle Derek'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-3K8zkZltQWk/Tk641_Q3PwI/AAAAAAAADq8/pgOdubr2HLo/s72-c/IMG_2581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-2920148264913541120</id><published>2011-08-15T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:17:06.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To School</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school in my hometown.  And, in lots of towns actually.  SO glad I am not sending my baby to kindergarten yet.  Praying for those moms and kids to have smooth days today, as well as my teacher friends.  AND, praying my sister has a wonderful first day--what lucky first graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has definitely got me thinking about Amelia's first day of MDO next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debated and debated on sending Amelia to Mother's Day Out.  I prayed about it and sought a lot of advice from my family.  Ross and I agreed that it would be wonderful for her to go and we agreed on two days a week because Amelia thrives on consistency and we were afraid with only one day a week that she would get nervous again each school day.  It is considered full day (930-230) and I know she will love it, but I am heartbroken and the first day isn't even here.  This post is to convince myself that she is going to love it because I just want to call and say we decided to give up our spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was ELATED to go to the mall and pick out her lunchbox and backpack.  She ended up with a purple plaid design that was nothing like I thought she would pick.  However, it was immediately her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at the Food Court and she couldn't stop talking about her selection the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfiNuPoWtXQ/TkdRITljyhI/AAAAAAAADp0/ISjLrtfOImA/s1600/IMG_2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfiNuPoWtXQ/TkdRITljyhI/AAAAAAAADp0/ISjLrtfOImA/s400/IMG_2435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640566261443447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rz0erLtiEsY/TkdRISzzmYI/AAAAAAAADp8/2b8Y1vDE2Lk/s1600/IMG_2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rz0erLtiEsY/TkdRISzzmYI/AAAAAAAADp8/2b8Y1vDE2Lk/s400/IMG_2433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640566261234768258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K951xM5Tijg/TkdRIrhx-aI/AAAAAAAADqE/J0JPqMjFx-o/s1600/IMG_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K951xM5Tijg/TkdRIrhx-aI/AAAAAAAADqE/J0JPqMjFx-o/s400/IMG_2432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640566267870050722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The parent letter said the backpack had to be a full sized backpack and not a smaller preschool sized one.  Rip my heart out--a BIG backpack?  Here she is modeling it for G and Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDUbnb0kUyo/TkdRoQAjrfI/AAAAAAAADqM/Y2T5vFfUUb4/s1600/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDUbnb0kUyo/TkdRoQAjrfI/AAAAAAAADqM/Y2T5vFfUUb4/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640566810238758386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She now has everything off her school supply list.  As much as I'm anxious about the first day, I pray she still has this enormous amount of excitement.  I love school and I always have.  I pray that my girls have a deep appreciation for knowledge.  Another reason that I am sending her is because she loves to play school and do workbook pages and have me give her "lessons."  Her latest kick has been learning to cut paper.  Here is Gammy working with her--look at that concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aBT58Y8s8I/TkiOEeBXWGI/AAAAAAAADqk/m5x-BU5cLmc/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aBT58Y8s8I/TkiOEeBXWGI/AAAAAAAADqk/m5x-BU5cLmc/s400/DSC_0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640914740710955106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves books and learning.  Her favorite thing is to recognize letters when we are out places.  Driving by Lowe's she loves to yell, "Look, an L and an O and .." well, you get the picture.  Last Sunday she got promoted to a new classroom.  Here she is outside of church showing off her goody bag.  She loved Mrs. Debbie, her old teacher, and my heart sank when I realized it was promotion Sunday and I hadn't prepared her at all (or myself).  But, it went smoothly and she liked Mrs. Allison a lot too.  This morning she was very nervous to be going back to her new class and said that she would prefer if "the boys weren't so loud and wild."  I got so tickled at that statement.  We prayed that she would be brave and learn a great Bible Lesson in her new class.  It went great again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9h05gV5XWY/TkiLN_4UEpI/AAAAAAAADqU/igsZ6GQaIxI/s1600/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9h05gV5XWY/TkiLN_4UEpI/AAAAAAAADqU/igsZ6GQaIxI/s400/IMG_2439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640911605883736722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elise moved up to the crawling class and here she is with Daddy after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1ZAqO5gSPk/TkiMYRZZgpI/AAAAAAAADqc/NGyauuWxyiU/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1ZAqO5gSPk/TkiMYRZZgpI/AAAAAAAADqc/NGyauuWxyiU/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640912881896227474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just threw this in here because it is so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap points:  I am nervous for Amelia's first day.  I don't want her to feel anxious and I want her to love her time learning and socializing and having some free time away from me.  I'll miss her.  I hope that she loves it so much and in a month I look back at this post and laugh at my neurotic self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-2920148264913541120?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/2920148264913541120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/off-to-school.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2920148264913541120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/2920148264913541120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/off-to-school.html' title='Off To School'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-cfiNuPoWtXQ/TkdRITljyhI/AAAAAAAADp0/ISjLrtfOImA/s72-c/IMG_2435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-4909230774784796218</id><published>2011-08-14T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:50:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Roundup</title><content type='html'>Amelia loves going to spend the night with Gammy and Gampy, but she also loves to walk over and see Meme and Pop.  She really likes to be over there by herself, but I interrupted her playing to take some pictures this time.  Meme lets her do about anything she wants, lol.  She loves filling up the sink and washing her dinosaurs (and gets soaked in the process, which, I am sure, is part of the fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHCpauINDqg/TkdNdrMSDvI/AAAAAAAADpc/Ha5RzhGuwkc/s1600/IMG_2494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHCpauINDqg/TkdNdrMSDvI/AAAAAAAADpc/Ha5RzhGuwkc/s400/IMG_2494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640562230510620402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwLohiR2GrU/TkdNdfX_fhI/AAAAAAAADpU/AglGEHO9rfs/s1600/IMG_2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwLohiR2GrU/TkdNdfX_fhI/AAAAAAAADpU/AglGEHO9rfs/s400/IMG_2499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640562227338509842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every single time she is over there she gets an ice cream cone (and various other snacks) with Pop and they sit on the porch together.  I love that she is creating all of these mini traditions.  She is definitely a girl who likes her schedule and structure.  Speaking of ice cream, Elise had her first bite of a cone at McDonalds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLTd6VyQiBU/TkdN-VuDsRI/AAAAAAAADpk/oi0ApX439N0/s1600/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLTd6VyQiBU/TkdN-VuDsRI/AAAAAAAADpk/oi0ApX439N0/s400/IMG_2489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640562791682388242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia had her millionth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEl-yjkOmmY/TkdN-mq3PpI/AAAAAAAADps/OQkmLnlQqLU/s1600/IMG_2491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hEl-yjkOmmY/TkdN-mq3PpI/AAAAAAAADps/OQkmLnlQqLU/s400/IMG_2491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640562796232392338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boat has been around for years (as in about fifteen) and it was Elise's turn to try it out this visit.  She loved it! Meme and Pop babysat her while I went to play Bunco with Mom and Steph and they said her first reaction was priceless.  She just sat down and steered the wheel like she had done it forever.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNbOh7LA8x8/TkdIo49iWHI/AAAAAAAADpE/viADt2NvHwY/s1600/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNbOh7LA8x8/TkdIo49iWHI/AAAAAAAADpE/viADt2NvHwY/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640556925627291762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad babysat Amelia that night and he is so awesome with her.  He found a video that he and Amelia watched and learned a new song off of and when we got home she performed it.  She had a wonderful time with just her Gampy and I am so lucky that I have a dad who is so great with my girls.  AND she ate great for him, which is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night I got to go see The Help.  Ohmyword did it ever live up to my expectations. I already raved about the book and begged you to read it.  Did you?  Now, I say go see the movie.  It was wonderful.  Even though I knew what was coming (the movie followed the book meticulously) I still laughed and cried throughout the whole thing.  It is inspirational and I left feeling deep down in my soul that I can make a difference.  I didn't even know how or what difference I wanted to make, but I left the theater doing a mental fistpump.  Loved it.  Thanks again to Mom and Dad for letting me have a fun night out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CbZLX2kx9Fw/TkdMV_AFe6I/AAAAAAAADpM/6nyV9_t9gZ4/s1600/IMG_2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CbZLX2kx9Fw/TkdMV_AFe6I/AAAAAAAADpM/6nyV9_t9gZ4/s400/IMG_2502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640560998877592482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, this picture was taken at 12:15 after the late show and we were this happy. The movie was that good.  The company wasn't shabby either :)  My favorite non movie related quote of the night--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie:  "Yep, definitely going to spend twenty dollars at the snack bar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-4909230774784796218?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4909230774784796218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-roundup.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4909230774784796218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4909230774784796218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-roundup.html' title='Weekend Roundup'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-qHCpauINDqg/TkdNdrMSDvI/AAAAAAAADpc/Ha5RzhGuwkc/s72-c/IMG_2494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-9057046954705514311</id><published>2011-08-13T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:48:20.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh Bye</title><content type='html'>Sickness is gone!  We finally got rid of the Great Summer Virus of 2011 and nine days passed and it made its way through the whole family.  Elise got it the least severe of everyone and that was thanks to a lot of prayer and the blessing that I was still nursing.  I started feeling much better when my fever broke and was almost well on Sunday and Ross was just starting nights.  Good timing, but nights are horrible no matter how you slice it.  We just don't see him any and it makes me sad.  So, we came to Harrison for the last few nights and have been having tons of fun.  Elise has her first tooth on the bottom left side!  She hasn't even been that fussy--such a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KEMMkDNkKiA/TkbhAWLy74I/AAAAAAAADoM/UsMueNwH3F0/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KEMMkDNkKiA/TkbhAWLy74I/AAAAAAAADoM/UsMueNwH3F0/s400/DSC_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640442979399430018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ingrid came over while her mom worked at school and everyone was congregated around their Gammy.  I just love this shot because she is so kind and loving and these girls just love her so much.  Amelia had a blast with Ingrid over and Ingrid kept following her around saying, "Meil, Meil."  Adorable.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NS36TQPK0uM/TkbhCB0vTDI/AAAAAAAADoU/oSFBHTJhQN8/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NS36TQPK0uM/TkbhCB0vTDI/AAAAAAAADoU/oSFBHTJhQN8/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640443008293751858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjbjcqL9IG4/TkbhCZuDLMI/AAAAAAAADoc/86VmNw8j5Xc/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjbjcqL9IG4/TkbhCZuDLMI/AAAAAAAADoc/86VmNw8j5Xc/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640443014708145346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped and ran some errands on Friday and I got Amelia a new outfit to wear on her first day of Mother's Day Out. [She starts school two days a week Aug 22nd.  I'm dying.  She meets her teacher on Tuesday and my stomach is already in knots.  When did she get so big?] However, she loved it so much she just HAD to wear it today.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MIULU6C-Qo/TkbhCz5yV5I/AAAAAAAADos/AYfXxZAuiKE/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MIULU6C-Qo/TkbhCz5yV5I/AAAAAAAADos/AYfXxZAuiKE/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640443021736695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHrGM0c4fc4/TkbhCrPcK7I/AAAAAAAADok/_m-aA4w2cZ8/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHrGM0c4fc4/TkbhCrPcK7I/AAAAAAAADok/_m-aA4w2cZ8/s400/DSC_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640443019411598258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elise waved bye-bye for the first time to her Meme.  Then, she waved to me!  I couldn't believe it.  She's getting so big too.  WAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-9057046954705514311?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/9057046954705514311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/buh-bye.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/9057046954705514311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/9057046954705514311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/buh-bye.html' title='Buh Bye'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-KEMMkDNkKiA/TkbhAWLy74I/AAAAAAAADoM/UsMueNwH3F0/s72-c/DSC_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-3977052160137236760</id><published>2011-08-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T11:35:00.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months</title><content type='html'>Elise Mae is now seven months old and she wants you to know what she's been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can now pull up in her pack n play and crib all by herself.  She LOVES pulling up on the couch, chair, and her play tables, but she often forgets she can't stand by herself and just lets go.  SO, someone has to be right by her.  (Dad has to be reminded because he loves to let her stand there and say, "She is doing it by herself."  THUD)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cegFA9Wgrx8/Tj4Xb7lF1NI/AAAAAAAADnU/LQcw1jJ6McU/s1600/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cegFA9Wgrx8/Tj4Xb7lF1NI/AAAAAAAADnU/LQcw1jJ6McU/s400/DSC_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637969552131609810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elise says "da-da" all the time but can also say "ma-ma" and other babbles.  The person that gets the biggest reaction from her is Amelia.  Amelia can simply walk in the room and Elise starts going crazy to get to her and laughs the whole way.  She is crawling everywhere and is hard to keep up with.  It is much harder now to manage the two girls than when Elise wasn't mobile and adventurous, but it is so fun to watch her grow and explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZhMjEj3yVg/Tj4XcM0QVEI/AAAAAAAADnc/VO_tC-dxdHs/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZhMjEj3yVg/Tj4XcM0QVEI/AAAAAAAADnc/VO_tC-dxdHs/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637969556758615106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is teething, but we've got no pearly whites yet.  Her favorite toys seem to be all the big girl toys that Amelia plays with, particularly puzzle pieces and dolls with hair.  We keep trying to redirect her to her own, but we have another girl with a seemingly independent spirit.  Yikes, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNWByugOfLA/Tj4ZYmSV3wI/AAAAAAAADns/-vqzjK7csPA/s1600/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNWByugOfLA/Tj4ZYmSV3wI/AAAAAAAADns/-vqzjK7csPA/s400/IMG_2354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637971693899472642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise is a decent eater.  She won't eat any greens as of yet, but does well with the other foods we've tried.  Sweet potatoes, squash, carrots, peaches, apples, and bananas.  The girl is WILD about Gerber puffs and Mum-Mums.  She loves apple juice out of her sippy cup, but hasn't figured out how to hold it and tip it up herself yet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVLiVt7MA4o/Tj4ZYUSGtaI/AAAAAAAADnk/aGc4DcdQ8nE/s1600/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jVLiVt7MA4o/Tj4ZYUSGtaI/AAAAAAAADnk/aGc4DcdQ8nE/s400/IMG_2370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637971689066640802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful how the Lord brings you another child and your heart immediately makes room for them and you struggle to remember the times that they weren't a part of your family.  And, it is amazing that you can have another child so closely following your first and still not learn your lesson on holding them while they sleep.  Oops.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0zHIYZVxKQ/Tj4ZY7ZxOEI/AAAAAAAADn0/HhsDoihKWR8/s1600/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0zHIYZVxKQ/Tj4ZY7ZxOEI/AAAAAAAADn0/HhsDoihKWR8/s400/IMG_2352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637971699567769666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise,&lt;br /&gt;You have already taught me many lessons of patience, faith, beauty, and love.  I am so thankful for your huge smile and deep dimples.  I love snuggling with you and holding you an extra long time before I "try" to lay you down because I cherish that time we have together, just the two of us.  Thank you for keeping Mommy on her toes.  It is so fun to watch your personality develop and see the love you have for your sissy.  Happy Seven Months my little Buggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-3977052160137236760?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/3977052160137236760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/seven-months.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3977052160137236760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/3977052160137236760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/seven-months.html' title='Seven Months'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-cegFA9Wgrx8/Tj4Xb7lF1NI/AAAAAAAADnU/LQcw1jJ6McU/s72-c/DSC_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7578144780910133766</id><published>2011-08-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:28:53.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Til You Run Out of Money</title><content type='html'>OHMYWORD.  It has taken a lot of thinking before talking, biting my  tongue and looking at the big picture to keep from breaking down during  this ridiculous summer virus rampage that has taken over my house!   Amelia finally is on the mend and then I get it!  Sore throat, stiff  neck, body aches, fever, the whole nine yards.  Thankfully Barbara  pitched in the afternoon I got it and Mom took Amelia the next day.  All  I could think was, what if I reinfect her or pass it to Elise?  Little tiny bug has escaped with just a runny nose at this point.  To top it off, I have had  to stop nursing due to my meds and I'm super sad about that and have  hard as a rock melon boobs.  Hiss grr scratch.  I need to be asleep but  these medicines are giving me cotton mouth and making me wide a  w  a   k   e.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;On to the shopping trip.  Seriously.  We didn't drop.   That wasn't it at all.  We just ran out of money.  Our Branson shopping  trip had been planned, rooms had been booked.  I need to stop right  there.  The rooms at Hilton on the Landing were so gorgeous.  I snuggled  down in that bed and that sleep was perhaps the best 30th birthday  present ever.  So, thank you so much to Kim and Jamie for that  present--it was heaven for a very tired mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so all was  planned in advance and then Amelia got sick.  I'll skip all the mumbo  jumbo about me almost backing out and I went ahead for the second day.   All was going well Saturday and then Ross lets me know Elise has a fever  as well.  Breakdown ensued.  Turns out it went down quickly and was  just teeth.  Thanks to Dad for stepping up as a superhero that whole  weekend and helping out with a very sick girl.  And Mom came back like  Saturday night in order for me to stay.  Thank you, thank you, thank  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was the theme of the weekend:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNOcRmE7qgc/TjjLX4KwGKI/AAAAAAAADm0/FMel-Kc5mWw/s1600/IMG_2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNOcRmE7qgc/TjjLX4KwGKI/AAAAAAAADm0/FMel-Kc5mWw/s400/IMG_2400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636478544729086114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_i1qhsGofS8/TjjLYMHFwEI/AAAAAAAADm8/LYmETdlUcoM/s1600/IMG_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_i1qhsGofS8/TjjLYMHFwEI/AAAAAAAADm8/LYmETdlUcoM/s400/IMG_2409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636478550082437186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04is644KPpQ/TjjLXj436II/AAAAAAAADms/TXuqtfwaOMs/s1600/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-04is644KPpQ/TjjLXj436II/AAAAAAAADms/TXuqtfwaOMs/s400/IMG_2402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636478539285391490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We laughed so hard.  And shopped hard. I'll download more pics soon.  Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kim's tortillas falling out of her "heavy" napkin into her bra/lap&lt;br /&gt;- Mom's inability to pronounce tortilla&lt;br /&gt;- Kaci's millions of bags and spending freeze&lt;br /&gt;- My scary shorts&lt;br /&gt;- Shelb's masterpiece braiding ability and fashion show&lt;br /&gt;- Steph's list and coupons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"I thought your milk dried up when your baby was like a month old."&lt;br /&gt;"You work hard for the money, get one in every color."&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we on the lisssst?"&lt;br /&gt;"How much would you pay for this?"&lt;br /&gt;-"My bra fell down and I almost flashed you.  Do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; me to flash you?"&lt;br /&gt;-"Your new purse smells like...period."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on.  FUN times with cousins.  Can't wait until next year.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And becaue I know you are missing their faces, here is Amelia doing a treasure hunt. (She found a clue!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8uTQRW3lPw/Tj4SCJpZ7zI/AAAAAAAADnE/8pwebKTsMcU/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8uTQRW3lPw/Tj4SCJpZ7zI/AAAAAAAADnE/8pwebKTsMcU/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637963611673063218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Elise doing a little work on her laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tko6EAmXIU/Tj4SdmJ9gWI/AAAAAAAADnM/D40xTrVKAKk/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tko6EAmXIU/Tj4SdmJ9gWI/AAAAAAAADnM/D40xTrVKAKk/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637964083182272866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.  Thank you Mucinex D for creating a wide-eyed person at almost midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7578144780910133766?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7578144780910133766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/shop-til-you-run-out-of-money.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7578144780910133766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7578144780910133766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/shop-til-you-run-out-of-money.html' title='Shop Til You Run Out of Money'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-fNOcRmE7qgc/TjjLX4KwGKI/AAAAAAAADm0/FMel-Kc5mWw/s72-c/IMG_2400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-5993399273349451705</id><published>2011-08-03T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:53:27.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky Update</title><content type='html'>A few of you have emailed or sent messages asking about the girls.  Here are some tidbits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia awoke with almost 103 fever this morning.  WHAT?  She was almost completely better yesterday.  Another trip to urgent care and she has an ear infection and is on medicine.  Still coughing and snotting and makes this mama sad-ola.  This is the longest she has ever been sick.  Seeing her shaking with that fever is more than I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise has a runny nose and cough now too.  I knew it was coming.  I've (we've) tried so hard to keep them apart, but it is tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came up today to save me.  Thankfully, Meme was at Jen's and came over this morning to watch Elise so I could get Amelia in the doctor as soon as the doors opened.  Mom stayed all day and I could sob thinking of how grateful I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Really tired.  Ross has no clean underwear.  My hair has turned into dreadlocks due to no shower in an unmentioned number of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the count the blessing thing?  Still counting.  There are a ton even in this weeklong stretch of tissues and coughs and crying and doctor visits and medicine and copays.  A ton.  Thanks for praying for my babies.  Keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back with some pictures and fun SOON, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-5993399273349451705?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/5993399273349451705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/sicky-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5993399273349451705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/5993399273349451705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/sicky-update.html' title='Sicky Update'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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-7539353614543678108.post-4007822036409176321</id><published>2011-08-01T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:37:50.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>Amelia with croup- check&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Urgent Care- check&lt;br /&gt;Fever for five days- check&lt;br /&gt;Sad and sleepy mom- check&lt;br /&gt;Even sadder little girl- check&lt;br /&gt;Teething Elise- check&lt;br /&gt;Being held all night- check&lt;br /&gt;No blogging- check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snuck in a trip to Branson for my birthday weekend thanks to Ross, Mom, and Dad all pitching in big time.  That post is coming.  So fun.  Tonight Amelia is fever free, but still coughing.  Elise has been up four times crying in the past hour and a half.  Hoping one of her little teethers comes in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozing on couch until she is up again- check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-4007822036409176321?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/4007822036409176321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/checklist.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4007822036409176321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/4007822036409176321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/08/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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-7539353614543678108.post-1587286011670111636</id><published>2011-07-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:21:56.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Aint Seen Nothing Yet</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Party To ME!  (okay, us).  Steph and I had our annual joint birthday party.  This is one of my favorite things about my birthday--the fact that Steph and I always have a double family party.  Just ANOTHER thing that makes us besty friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia was tickled pinkkk about the party.  Mommy and her girl. And Mommy's two girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqDfnlYUSvY/Ti93Wz7feiI/AAAAAAAADl8/t9s75O7llPM/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mqDfnlYUSvY/Ti93Wz7feiI/AAAAAAAADl8/t9s75O7llPM/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633852892644342306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A33mF7k7ZWI/Ti-agcVsXtI/AAAAAAAADmU/P2ny4euVXgE/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A33mF7k7ZWI/Ti-agcVsXtI/AAAAAAAADmU/P2ny4euVXgE/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633891541017452242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when Ingrid arrived and was even more thrilled that Ingrid is now walking!!  It was so cute seeing her toddle around.  This hug sums up the love, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpPzvsMG8RE/Ti93WmIRCuI/AAAAAAAADl0/V5ct9ztemEY/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpPzvsMG8RE/Ti93WmIRCuI/AAAAAAAADl0/V5ct9ztemEY/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633852888939825890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aey1tZlDw5k/Ti-agD9YcaI/AAAAAAAADmM/H7K6Ku_Wlig/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aey1tZlDw5k/Ti-agD9YcaI/AAAAAAAADmM/H7K6Ku_Wlig/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633891534473032098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubsy pulled off a mega surprise.  As I have mentioned, Ross isn't the best at getting gifts.  He over-analyzes and puts too much pressure on himself and waits until the last minute and, yeah, he struggles.  I thought I was diving into a box that would contain a gift card or a book--his go to gifts.  Imagine my surprise when I pulled out a zip line voucher!  I was so pumped.  Can't wait until we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5H7nWjkRWE/Ti93XALhmLI/AAAAAAAADmE/cRnfOBw-kWE/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5H7nWjkRWE/Ti93XALhmLI/AAAAAAAADmE/cRnfOBw-kWE/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633852895932815538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The surprise didn't end there.  I pulled out the rest of the paper and there was an IPAD TWO.  Are you kidding me?  No pictures because Ross stopped taking pictures because he was so excited.  I still have no words.  We have never discussed getting an iPad--ever.  You know, other than the occasional those are so cool.  It was an awesome surprise and I can never say that he doesn't get good gifts.  Still in shock :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FtljSdggjsw/Ti-agtJ43gI/AAAAAAAADmc/qy4DR5aQvbw/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FtljSdggjsw/Ti-agtJ43gI/AAAAAAAADmc/qy4DR5aQvbw/s400/DSC_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633891545531342338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a gorgeous ring and scarf and Tanger gift card and other wonderful birthday goodies.  Isn't opening presents so fun?  Steph and I have wanted a Coldstone cake forever, but they cost a million bucks.  We got lucky and scored TWO this birthday.  Thanks Mom and Dad--they were delish.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AL7pNL6CJXc/Ti-ag1FCUQI/AAAAAAAADmk/2G12ODnd55A/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AL7pNL6CJXc/Ti-ag1FCUQI/AAAAAAAADmk/2G12ODnd55A/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633891547658473730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when everyone comes to our house!  I almost let one small -turned large by me- incident ruin the night, but I reigned it in.  Amelia threw a fit and I should have just let it go in front of such a big group and addressed it later.  Filing that in my discipline for dummies notebook.  Which is coming in another post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee for fun gifts- surprise gifts- huge gifts and turning 30.&lt;br /&gt;Yahoozle for feeling 20, but having the blessings of 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1587286011670111636?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1587286011670111636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-aint-seen-nothing-yet.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1587286011670111636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1587286011670111636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-aint-seen-nothing-yet.html' title='You Aint Seen Nothing Yet'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-mqDfnlYUSvY/Ti93Wz7feiI/AAAAAAAADl8/t9s75O7llPM/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1172668377827788959</id><published>2011-07-23T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T13:58:27.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin Up</title><content type='html'>I was so happy to head to Elise's checkup (minus the shots of course) to report to our doctor what the MRI and CT had shown.  She hadn't gotten the report and was waiting on our update.  However, the mood took a turn when she picked up on a heart murmur that seemed pretty strong to her and said we were going to need to get an ECHO done at the cardiologist.  Another test.  Sigh.  Even though the rest of the appointment went well and Elise was weighing in at a healthy 16 pounds, I just was so upset.  Her shots went fine (even though she cried the hardest this time) and she doesn't get any more until she is a year old.  But, I couldn't shake the test.  A test on my baby's heart?  After one on her brain?  TOO MUCH for this mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTKAnk4dWtM/Tico5fAR0kI/AAAAAAAADkM/xVgZ3v1rWtY/s1600/IMG_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTKAnk4dWtM/Tico5fAR0kI/AAAAAAAADkM/xVgZ3v1rWtY/s400/IMG_2257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631514827090416194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test came and went.  I didn't even blog about it or talk about it.  Just wanted to pretend it didn't exist.  She did wonderfully during the test and it was quick and painless.  The results have me a bit puzzled.  "Patient could have bicuspid aortic valve with increased velocity.  Follow up in two years."  So, does she or doesn't she?  That is the question.  We are kind of getting the runaround, but Ross is making some calls Monday and I will update you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, the neurosurgeon called yesterday and recommended an eye exam be set up for August.  I began to lose it.  My attitude hasn't been the greatest and I vowed today to turn it around.  These are just trials we are going through and I know what the word says.  Give the glory to God.  I need to give thanks for all the blessings we have amidst the rough patches of countless tests and questions and doctor bills.  Because we are called to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I have much to be thankful for.  A big rain shower came up right after naptime and Amelia said, "Oh my word, I have to get my umbrella."  I thought it was hysterical, so I let her get out there in the rain.  The sun came out and there was just a sprinkle or two left coming down, but she had the most wonderful time.  Blessing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0cREBb9PNg/Tisos-pJ8-I/AAAAAAAADlk/ZjghER3x85A/s1600/DSC_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0cREBb9PNg/Tisos-pJ8-I/AAAAAAAADlk/ZjghER3x85A/s400/DSC_0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632640512151909346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U92UIsMtu7w/Tisosl8f2bI/AAAAAAAADlc/pvPtc_57q40/s1600/DSC_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U92UIsMtu7w/Tisosl8f2bI/AAAAAAAADlc/pvPtc_57q40/s400/DSC_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632640505522149810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tKhHolZRDxo/TisotMack5I/AAAAAAAADls/-Nh5fk_CUK4/s1600/DSC_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tKhHolZRDxo/TisotMack5I/AAAAAAAADls/-Nh5fk_CUK4/s400/DSC_0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632640515848311698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, my friends came up for a fun birthday dinner and night out.  I had planned on pouting through some of it (told you my attitude stunk) but I just couldn't.  We had so much fun and tons of laughing-- as usual.  We ate at Hu Hot, went to TJ Max, and to Cheddars for dessert.  A wonderful evening that came at the perfect time.  Blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X3KP3P5hljw/TisoZ_TuwmI/AAAAAAAADlM/Wo40zY29uJ4/s1600/DSC_0890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X3KP3P5hljw/TisoZ_TuwmI/AAAAAAAADlM/Wo40zY29uJ4/s400/DSC_0890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632640185912967778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Htw0Sh5nW5Q/TisoZg-KoPI/AAAAAAAADlE/5AwNf0uitgI/s1600/DSC_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Htw0Sh5nW5Q/TisoZg-KoPI/AAAAAAAADlE/5AwNf0uitgI/s400/DSC_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632640177769455858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuLMB4bqOzs/TisoaPvEOwI/AAAAAAAADlU/iUIHttQLt_8/s1600/DSC_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuLMB4bqOzs/TisoaPvEOwI/AAAAAAAADlU/iUIHttQLt_8/s400/DSC_0894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632640190322588418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anxiety, please get the heck out of my way.  I have really been struggling with some fear and anxiety lately.  It stinks and even though I have dealt with this all my life, it comes in waves and I'm in the middle of one.  Praying it moves on because I've got some blessings to count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1172668377827788959?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1172668377827788959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/chin-up.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1172668377827788959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1172668377827788959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/chin-up.html' title='Chin Up'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-nTKAnk4dWtM/Tico5fAR0kI/AAAAAAAADkM/xVgZ3v1rWtY/s72-c/IMG_2257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-8544709215853695555</id><published>2011-07-21T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T05:21:00.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Steph!</title><content type='html'>Steph's not much for gush and since it is HER birthday, I will try to limit the overflowing amount of gush I have for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTao1jqbeKI/TieqxVe464I/AAAAAAAADk0/lbTZiQyuzJI/s1600/DSC_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dTao1jqbeKI/TieqxVe464I/AAAAAAAADk0/lbTZiQyuzJI/s400/DSC_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631657623607110530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my built in best friend.  Everyone knows that Steph is my favorite person to be around--it is no secret.  I've felt this way the moment that chunky, slanty eyed, black headed baby entered this world.  She was my baby sister and I immediately needed to start teaching her things.  And I am sure I did teach her a few things along the way, but she has taught me many more.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4oa5oTZBTOI/TieqwAJN09I/AAAAAAAADkU/WEsK0EJRZsc/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4oa5oTZBTOI/TieqwAJN09I/AAAAAAAADkU/WEsK0EJRZsc/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631657600699192274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She teaches me about unwavering faith, determination, forgiveness, unconditional love, and encouragement.  She has taught me about fashion, cooking, and decorating.  She has taught me that it certainly is worth a try to stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2y3FQol_tQ/TieqwWlor7I/AAAAAAAADkc/Ixaaxt-bfKY/s1600/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N2y3FQol_tQ/TieqwWlor7I/AAAAAAAADkc/Ixaaxt-bfKY/s400/IMG_0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631657606723973042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, by nature, she is a fabulous teacher to her wonderful students.  They are loved and adored and she is, in turn, loved and adored by them.  She juggles it all: wonderful wife, inspiring teacher, patient and devoted mother.   She goes to bed late and gets up early.  Steph teaches me to limit my complaining.  She rarely complains about much other than not having enough time to watch all her shows :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5VDVYUIzPE/TieqxLFV6fI/AAAAAAAADks/-gkoCMAbg0s/s1600/IMG_3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5VDVYUIzPE/TieqxLFV6fI/AAAAAAAADks/-gkoCMAbg0s/s400/IMG_3676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631657620815604210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;From backyard swing sets, to dorm rooms, to delivery rooms, you have remained the one steadfast friend that I knew would be there.  The one it was impossible to royally tick off.  The friend that would for sure RSVP.  The person that totally understood me.  From secret crushes to first dates to wedding aisles, you have been my favorite person to dish to.  The one I told things I thought were crazy, just to have you verify.  Thank you for all of this and for the joy you bring to all my life.  I hope you have a very happy day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB6LZ4xLySE/Tiex6Z0vZUI/AAAAAAAADk8/3BLaUa9u7Xg/s1600/IMG_9673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB6LZ4xLySE/Tiex6Z0vZUI/AAAAAAAADk8/3BLaUa9u7Xg/s400/IMG_9673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631665475972719938" 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/7539353614543678108-8544709215853695555?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/8544709215853695555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-steph.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8544709215853695555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/8544709215853695555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-steph.html' title='Happy Birthday Steph!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-dTao1jqbeKI/TieqxVe464I/AAAAAAAADk0/lbTZiQyuzJI/s72-c/DSC_0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-6532783882297662189</id><published>2011-07-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:18:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What??</title><content type='html'>Elise Mae is crawling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;About a week ago she wok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e up one morning and just decided to crawl.  And day by day she has gone further and further until it is offic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ial:  s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;he can get anywhere she wants.  I wasn't prepared for this at six months old, but awa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; she goes.  Just this morning I left her on her pallet playing nicely as I went to get a dri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nk and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; when I poked my head back around she was trying to escape.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54bpcO722Yc/TiUD5pYRjzI/AAAAAAAADi0/9ofTHcGfwAs/s1600/DSC_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54bpcO722Yc/TiUD5pYRjzI/AAAAAAAADi0/9ofTHcGfwAs/s400/DSC_0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630911197991767858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia used to sit in her green chair for snack time in the morning, but she can't anymore because Elise tries to pull up and steal her snack, lol.  And her giraffe told her he wanted up on the couch so Elise wouldn't get him...&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxmtniPZvVg/TiUD5zOY-6I/AAAAAAAADi8/Ms8J7suSkvw/s1600/DSC_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxmtniPZvVg/TiUD5zOY-6I/AAAAAAAADi8/Ms8J7suSkvw/s400/DSC_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630911200634665890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she was yesterday "chasing" Amelia down the hall.  What a big girl, crawling for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-ZGco7CR8k/TiUI01m5cnI/AAAAAAAADjc/xk84Bv8Gk_4/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-ZGco7CR8k/TiUI01m5cnI/AAAAAAAADjc/xk84Bv8Gk_4/s400/IMG_2317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630916612933120626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, another big announcement is that Amelia Claire is potty trained.  I put her in big girl panties two weeks ago and she has had five accidents in two weeks.  Three of those were on her first day!  She has done so wonderfully and there are no words to describe our pride level.  She wears a diaper for naps and bedtime and panties all other times and every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ere we go.  I still cannot believe how well she has done and how cooperative she has bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;n.  She hon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;estly acts like it is no big deal and has from the beginning.  We took her to her very first m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ovie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and told her (for the five millionth time) how proud we are of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beyond excited to be at the "movie player" and getting to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ee Winnie the Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jPv0Fys0Ag/TiUHRyKf24I/AAAAAAAADjE/Yb_78QDCB8s/s1600/IMG_2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jPv0Fys0Ag/TiUHRyKf24I/AAAAAAAADjE/Yb_78QDCB8s/s400/IMG_2279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630914911201647490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KlzfX7VXqQ/TiUHSHpaEjI/AAAAAAAADjM/nbXSRVPaWME/s1600/IMG_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KlzfX7VXqQ/TiUHSHpaEjI/AAAAAAAADjM/nbXSRVPaWME/s400/IMG_2283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630914916968436274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4quO-6MXMLI/TiUHSg-tYMI/AAAAAAAADjU/OF1H9WojNqI/s1600/IMG_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4quO-6MXMLI/TiUHSg-tYMI/AAAAAAAADjU/OF1H9WojNqI/s400/IMG_2280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630914923768668354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got to have popcorn and a drink and she narrated the whole movie, lol.  I teared up a couple of times when she reached over and grabbed my hand because i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t was such a fabulous treat for Ross and I to be out with our big girl.  (Elise stayed with her Aunt Jen and was spoiled too).  Amelia was perfect the whole movie and then when it was over she burst into tears. A big, huge, loud crying fit just screaming for Pooh to come back.  Ross and I got s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o tickled.  Ross said, "She's passionate, just like you.  From high to low."  Hahaha. So, to say she loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; movie in the theater would be an understatemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; yogurt pops the other day.  My cousin Nikki did this and we are wayy into borrowing ideas.  It was another huge success.  Amelia was very into helping scoop in the yogurt and putting in the sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nP9CjkhOhJ4/TiXjtcWbyuI/AAAAAAAADjs/iovgyT1N0rg/s1600/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nP9CjkhOhJ4/TiXjtcWbyuI/AAAAAAAADjs/iovgyT1N0rg/s400/IMG_2303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631157278940580578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJfkyqnHTZI/TiXjtsZ54jI/AAAAAAAADj0/Z2Tb2RDyMSM/s1600/IMG_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJfkyqnHTZI/TiXjtsZ54jI/AAAAAAAADj0/Z2Tb2RDyMSM/s400/IMG_2301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631157283250102834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IMjWEG3H84/TiXjufs61MI/AAAAAAAADkE/oENX5lVZkt4/s1600/IMG_2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IMjWEG3H84/TiXjufs61MI/AAAAAAAADkE/oENX5lVZkt4/s400/IMG_2307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631157297020064962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since it was just yogurt, Elise got a bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TV6karv66Xg/TiXjtPpa03I/AAAAAAAADjk/RN8DmRiXx4g/s1600/IMG_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TV6karv66Xg/TiXjtPpa03I/AAAAAAAADjk/RN8DmRiXx4g/s400/IMG_2314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631157275530548082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since this post has turned into a novel of firsts, Elise stood up on her own for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time too.  She constantly wants to stand and seemed pretty steady, so I let go.  Amelia clapped and clapped for her.  Melt my heart. She didn't stand too long, but I'm counting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pX2ocq0xIT8/TiXjuFOAenI/AAAAAAAADj8/9Kz71BcBp9A/s1600/IMG_2305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pX2ocq0xIT8/TiXjuFOAenI/AAAAAAAADj8/9Kz71BcBp9A/s400/IMG_2305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631157289911089778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-6532783882297662189?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/6532783882297662189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-what.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6532783882297662189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/6532783882297662189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-what.html' title='Say What??'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-54bpcO722Yc/TiUD5pYRjzI/AAAAAAAADi0/9ofTHcGfwAs/s72-c/DSC_0871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-7150233504734203506</id><published>2011-07-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:07:55.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Pool</title><content type='html'>When Ross and I shelled out 30 bucks for this pool, we thought, eh, hope it's worth it.  Let me tell you, totally worth it.  Amelia has so much fun in this thing.  The name on the box says "The Party Pool," and while completely hilarious, it is quite true.  Sunday afternoon here was our party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia made soup for us all.  Not sure what made her think of soup in the thousand degree temperature, but thankfully it had ice cream and yogurt in it.  She was quite diligent with her pouring.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_4ewrHJJU/TiT_9kiLZeI/AAAAAAAADh8/RX7RTxS_GVM/s1600/DSC_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IV_4ewrHJJU/TiT_9kiLZeI/AAAAAAAADh8/RX7RTxS_GVM/s400/DSC_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630906867364095458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEO_j0ECqlw/TiT__Jzk_XI/AAAAAAAADiM/eqMfDRAtDhA/s1600/DSC_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qEO_j0ECqlw/TiT__Jzk_XI/AAAAAAAADiM/eqMfDRAtDhA/s400/DSC_0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630906894549056882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She gave Elise some "soup" right over the head, but it didn't seem to bother our little water bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZC8NP1ys2c/TiT_9Hyt6ZI/AAAAAAAADh0/iip8TgGdW0Q/s1600/DSC_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZC8NP1ys2c/TiT_9Hyt6ZI/AAAAAAAADh0/iip8TgGdW0Q/s400/DSC_0807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630906859648838034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia then proceeded to chase us all around the pool being a huge monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QUVRQ09Wbg/TiT__dojeNI/AAAAAAAADiU/MeK9C3T3Jd0/s1600/DSC_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QUVRQ09Wbg/TiT__dojeNI/AAAAAAAADiU/MeK9C3T3Jd0/s400/DSC_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630906899871529170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSOYjvWjzHc/TiT_-hkp8XI/AAAAAAAADiE/l9I7LNDe-iM/s1600/DSC_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSOYjvWjzHc/TiT_-hkp8XI/AAAAAAAADiE/l9I7LNDe-iM/s400/DSC_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630906883749048690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got out the sprinkle mat to see how Elise would like it and she had a blast.  G got us this sprinkle mat last year and we have gotten so much use out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_3gOrVZWgI/TiUCR6nNGKI/AAAAAAAADic/15pbwcOR2bU/s1600/DSC_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_3gOrVZWgI/TiUCR6nNGKI/AAAAAAAADic/15pbwcOR2bU/s400/DSC_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630909415911397538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u7sJvPc1_Q/TiUCSWS90nI/AAAAAAAADis/3nLawXmT-Ec/s1600/DSC_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6u7sJvPc1_Q/TiUCSWS90nI/AAAAAAAADis/3nLawXmT-Ec/s400/DSC_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630909423342703218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7CaXcOznY8/TiUCSH5M7BI/AAAAAAAADik/xh81wK67gL0/s1600/DSC_0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7CaXcOznY8/TiUCSH5M7BI/AAAAAAAADik/xh81wK67gL0/s400/DSC_0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630909419476544530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ross is FINALLY off his two weeks of nights.  I was determined not to complain about it on here, but now that it is over let me say that I still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greatly &lt;/span&gt;despise it.  Whew.  Tough to not have him here to help in the evenings and then try to explain to Amelia that he has to sleep during the day.  We had such a fun weekend together as a family :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-7150233504734203506?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/7150233504734203506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/party-pool.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7150233504734203506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/7150233504734203506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/party-pool.html' title='Party Pool'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-IV_4ewrHJJU/TiT_9kiLZeI/AAAAAAAADh8/RX7RTxS_GVM/s72-c/DSC_0818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-1416870019787986701</id><published>2011-07-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:23:19.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings with Amelia</title><content type='html'>on the way home from a yummy treat of Orange Leaf yogurt (aka total yumm)--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  I'd like to go in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;M: Like, in an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Yes&lt;br /&gt;M: Okay, when you get a bit older we will take an airplane ride.&lt;br /&gt;A:  I will catch the moon while I am up there.&lt;br /&gt;M: Really?&lt;br /&gt;A:  Yes, then I will bring him home.&lt;br /&gt;M: But then we wouldn't have any light at night.&lt;br /&gt;A:  The sun could do all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost verbatim.  this kid is hysterical.  every minute of every day.  love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and if you haven't been to orange leaf, go!  it is so delish.  we go often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yv4L8-yJioY/Th5jjyXyzeI/AAAAAAAADhc/6W5RpoHSDYU/s1600/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yv4L8-yJioY/Th5jjyXyzeI/AAAAAAAADhc/6W5RpoHSDYU/s400/IMG_2073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629046050727841250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmqaSJ96LtE/Th9OmJ9oEqI/AAAAAAAADhs/kWeNN2IHrbk/s1600/IMG_2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmqaSJ96LtE/Th9OmJ9oEqI/AAAAAAAADhs/kWeNN2IHrbk/s400/IMG_2235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629304476652802722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kf3IwpDkzas/Th5tzFE3ebI/AAAAAAAADhk/notKvk56zxY/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kf3IwpDkzas/Th5tzFE3ebI/AAAAAAAADhk/notKvk56zxY/s400/IMG_2075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629057308563044786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwmgbfOH7lU/Th5jjg0KqOI/AAAAAAAADhU/9xQEzATNyKY/s1600/IMG_2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwmgbfOH7lU/Th5jjg0KqOI/AAAAAAAADhU/9xQEzATNyKY/s400/IMG_2077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629046046015006946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  (with a baby up her shirt) me need Dad to get this baby out of my belly.&lt;br /&gt;M: well, he is up at the hospital helping other mom's have real babies.&lt;br /&gt;A:  my baby is REAL and me is just sitting here waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;M: he's working nights, so it might be a long wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor girl.  she is really sick of her daddy being up at the hospital or in bed.  good news is that she gets to go for a special treat tomorrow--a trip to branson with gammy and gampy.  hope she doesn't go into labor while out with them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539353614543678108-1416870019787986701?l=halstedshappenings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/feeds/1416870019787986701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/musings-with-amelia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1416870019787986701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539353614543678108/posts/default/1416870019787986701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halstedshappenings.blogspot.com/2011/07/musings-with-amelia.html' title='Musings with Amelia'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866165696076714646</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/-yv4L8-yJioY/Th5jjyXyzeI/AAAAAAAADhc/6W5RpoHSDYU/s72-c/IMG_2073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539353614543678108.post-2461316930223491361</id><published>2011-07-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><u
