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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHRXwyfyp7ImA9WxNUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272317688270835212</id><updated>2009-11-08T13:05:34.297-08:00</updated><title>Sugar and Spice and Puppy Dog Tails</title><subtitle type="html">The life experiences of a stay-at-home mother of one girl and one boy.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://heidibc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://heidibc.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/272317688270835212/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Heidi B C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SugarAndSpiceAndPuppyDogTails" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHRX06eyp7ImA9WxNUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272317688270835212.post-4709394600103092263</id><published>2009-11-08T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:05:34.313-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T13:05:34.313-08:00</app:edited><title>Holy Superhero Parties, Batman!!!</title><content type="html">Haleigh was able to attend a superhero birthday party yesterday for one of her friends. I thought it was such a cute idea and Haleigh loved dressing up and it was so much fun for me because it prolonged Halloween (I just love dressing my kids up). While I was trying to think of a clever title for this post I was searching for Batman one-liners and his motto. I came across some very interesting and funny quotes. I thought I would share a few along with some photos of the cutest bat-girl you ever did see! My batgirl also got her hands on her bat-camera and took some shots of her own, as you'll be able to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "Holy molars! Am I ever glad I take good care of my teeth!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "True. You owe your life to dental hygiene." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman to Robin: "When you get a little older, you'll see how easy it is to become lured by the female of the species."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "Let's go!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "Not you, Robin. They have strict licensing laws in this country. A boy of your age is not allowed in a drinking tavern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "You can't get away from Batman that easy!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "Easily." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "Easily." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "Good grammar is essential, Robin." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "Thank you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "You're welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "Picked up the seal pulsator yet, Batman?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "We're still over land, Robin, and a seal is an aquatic, marine mammal." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "Gosh, yes, Batman, I forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "Where'd you get a live fish, Batman?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "The true crimefighter always carries everything he needs in his utility belt, Robin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "If we close our eyes, we can't see anything." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "A sound observation, Robin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "What took you so long, Batgirl?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batgirl: "Rush hour traffic, plus all the lights were against me. And you wouldn't want me to speed, would you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robin: "Your good driving habits almost cost us our lives!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "Rules are rules, Robin. But you do have a point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(in Batmobile, on golf course)Robin: "Let's get going and make an emergency bat-turn!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batman: "Not this time, old chum. Have to think of the golfers. The retro-rockets would burn up the course for a hundred yards." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw4bvCxoI/AAAAAAAACAU/xUTXVv5LJFk/s1600-h/100_3761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401840024130078338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw4bvCxoI/AAAAAAAACAU/xUTXVv5LJFk/s320/100_3761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smile, you're on bat-camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw4Ck77KI/AAAAAAAACAM/npRnAPZREfA/s1600-h/100_3759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401840017376799906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw4Ck77KI/AAAAAAAACAM/npRnAPZREfA/s320/100_3759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone has taken the bat-camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw3pIfi-I/AAAAAAAACAE/cYAVd0Ghgoo/s1600-h/100_3757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401840010546613218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw3pIfi-I/AAAAAAAACAE/cYAVd0Ghgoo/s320/100_3757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bat-Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw3GwY93I/AAAAAAAAB_8/BFjehC0y4ik/s1600-h/100_3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401840001318713202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw3GwY93I/AAAAAAAAB_8/BFjehC0y4ik/s320/100_3755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bat-Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw24J0j2I/AAAAAAAAB_0/wBIw2mKe7JE/s1600-h/100_3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401839997398847330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcw24J0j2I/AAAAAAAAB_0/wBIw2mKe7JE/s320/100_3756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce Wayne?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcxcf7H6oI/AAAAAAAACAk/2PFVFXIU8Do/s1600-h/100_3764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401840643729779330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcxcf7H6oI/AAAAAAAACAk/2PFVFXIU8Do/s320/100_3764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready for action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcxb7YqrII/AAAAAAAACAc/HhJaU0JnEKs/s1600-h/100_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401840633921580162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Svcxb7YqrII/AAAAAAAACAc/HhJaU0JnEKs/s320/100_3762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing her bat-muscles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-4709394600103092263?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We thought maybe we would do family photos, but I wasn't feeling it and thought I would rather have photos of my kids than any of myself so we let the kids dress in their costumes for a few and then in orange and black with the pretty fall colors. Amy did a great job and I wanted to post some of the photos that are my favorites. If you are on Facebook you can see all of them when you go to my profile page. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSGdrKFHRI/AAAAAAAAB_g/VsrDNZW9aJQ/s1600-h/DSC_8637READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401089697483398418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSGdrKFHRI/AAAAAAAAB_g/VsrDNZW9aJQ/s320/DSC_8637READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love his eyes in this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSGdNNuxPI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/vlRmECsn5UI/s1600-h/DSC_8637b%26wREADY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401089689445647602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSGdNNuxPI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/vlRmECsn5UI/s320/DSC_8637b%26wREADY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The same one in black and white, which I love but I hate taking the color out because of his beautiful eyes. Such a hard choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSGcw2PneI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/IBHnoxWHXps/s1600-h/DSC_8589READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401089681830944226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSGcw2PneI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/IBHnoxWHXps/s320/DSC_8589READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSGcRe0KLI/AAAAAAAAB_I/6x3uaV85VmM/s1600-h/DSC_8587blurredb%26wREADY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401089673411176626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSGcRe0KLI/AAAAAAAAB_I/6x3uaV85VmM/s320/DSC_8587blurredb%26wREADY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFwS0xeBI/AAAAAAAAB-4/KSda_VGll30/s1600-h/DSC_8568halfb%26wREADY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401088917857466386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFwS0xeBI/AAAAAAAAB-4/KSda_VGll30/s320/DSC_8568halfb%26wREADY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one of my favorites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFwPWqUmI/AAAAAAAAB-w/hMWJR-LrHnM/s1600-h/DSC_8543halfb%26wREADY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401088916925862498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFwPWqUmI/AAAAAAAAB-w/hMWJR-LrHnM/s320/DSC_8543halfb%26wREADY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Trevor got his costume on he went running down this path. Poor Amy had to keep up with him the whole way. He didn't want to hold still. My little running Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFvXfzSnI/AAAAAAAAB-o/t2XtLtKNWEw/s1600-h/DSC_8535READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401088901931813490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFvXfzSnI/AAAAAAAAB-o/t2XtLtKNWEw/s320/DSC_8535READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFu-mB5sI/AAAAAAAAB-g/kcSM0EDEpYY/s1600-h/DSC_8530READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401088895247050434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFu-mB5sI/AAAAAAAAB-g/kcSM0EDEpYY/s320/DSC_8530READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFujtyvcI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/64qchiO4lwk/s1600-h/DSC_8524READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401088888031854018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSFujtyvcI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/64qchiO4lwk/s320/DSC_8524READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this one. I love her face and how cute she looks in the hat and I love that Matt is helping her with her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDdm-_VWI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Tq-eQPlVT8c/s1600-h/DSC_8521READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401086397828257122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDdm-_VWI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Tq-eQPlVT8c/s320/DSC_8521READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love her face in the one. She absolutely loves rolling down the grassy hills at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDdD0pAkI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Vy2iHoKm_48/s1600-h/DSC_8511READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401086388389610050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDdD0pAkI/AAAAAAAAB-I/Vy2iHoKm_48/s320/DSC_8511READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDckqWPSI/AAAAAAAAB-A/RQ-_dIdiKl0/s1600-h/DSC_8500READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401086380024937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDckqWPSI/AAAAAAAAB-A/RQ-_dIdiKl0/s320/DSC_8500READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDcKLDQnI/AAAAAAAAB94/1FivlrT5SUQ/s1600-h/DSC_8494READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401086372914348658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDcKLDQnI/AAAAAAAAB94/1FivlrT5SUQ/s320/DSC_8494READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDbiBGbNI/AAAAAAAAB9w/5-wQT21VOS0/s1600-h/DSC_8486READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401086362135194834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSDbiBGbNI/AAAAAAAAB9w/5-wQT21VOS0/s320/DSC_8486READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one cracks me up! Typical Haleigh and Trevor. Haleigh is laughing and pulling Trevor over and Trevor isn't so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCEvjwR-I/AAAAAAAAB9o/tD0lCtEhc_I/s1600-h/DSC_8485READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084871121586146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCEvjwR-I/AAAAAAAAB9o/tD0lCtEhc_I/s320/DSC_8485READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCEK18p5I/AAAAAAAAB9g/daNNLm7rPfU/s1600-h/DSC_8477halfb%26wREADY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084861265782674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCEK18p5I/AAAAAAAAB9g/daNNLm7rPfU/s320/DSC_8477halfb%26wREADY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feelin' the grass with his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCDviFufI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/FHlBtXlvKJI/s1600-h/DSC_8468READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084853934733810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCDviFufI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/FHlBtXlvKJI/s320/DSC_8468READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCDEZvPBI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/rs4zobbeuq0/s1600-h/DSC_8462READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084842356980754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCDEZvPBI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/rs4zobbeuq0/s320/DSC_8462READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love his face in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCCtFt9EI/AAAAAAAAB9I/zuWwnfFH5BE/s1600-h/DSC_8460READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084836098995266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSCCtFt9EI/AAAAAAAAB9I/zuWwnfFH5BE/s320/DSC_8460READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBUGcyPHI/AAAAAAAAB9A/odgk4e5GsKk/s1600-h/DSC_8457halfb%26wREADY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084035452779634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBUGcyPHI/AAAAAAAAB9A/odgk4e5GsKk/s320/DSC_8457halfb%26wREADY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBT5QeBUI/AAAAAAAAB84/QyRxjDfXrFU/s1600-h/DSC_8456READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084031911462210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBT5QeBUI/AAAAAAAAB84/QyRxjDfXrFU/s320/DSC_8456READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBTehUi7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/jP171_xYORY/s1600-h/DSC_8440READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084024734387122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBTehUi7I/AAAAAAAAB8w/jP171_xYORY/s320/DSC_8440READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBS3mYT3I/AAAAAAAAB8o/1AOUtXOz8IA/s1600-h/DSC_8435READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084014286622578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBS3mYT3I/AAAAAAAAB8o/1AOUtXOz8IA/s320/DSC_8435READY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBSSYL0eI/AAAAAAAAB8g/UK_zX2Xn5-4/s1600-h/DSC_8426b%26wREADY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401084004294971874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSBSSYL0eI/AAAAAAAAB8g/UK_zX2Xn5-4/s320/DSC_8426b%26wREADY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SvSHP41uEbI/AAAAAAAAB_o/hIiVxG_uG8M/s1600-h/DSC_8571READY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401090560149557682" style="DISPLAY: block; 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But he passed with flying colors. What did he do you ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sat through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-P-_o0_vI/AAAAAAAAB6g/-0mUjm6DVoY/s1600-h/toystory1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399692790637854450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-P-_o0_vI/AAAAAAAAB6g/-0mUjm6DVoY/s320/toystory1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;                                              AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-P-3B_3wI/AAAAAAAAB6o/8imqt3jU9A4/s1600-h/toystory2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399692788327505666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-P-3B_3wI/AAAAAAAAB6o/8imqt3jU9A4/s320/toystory2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                    AT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-P_YW_23I/AAAAAAAAB6w/xbdu1ZXTqaU/s1600-h/theater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399692797273955186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-P_YW_23I/AAAAAAAAB6w/xbdu1ZXTqaU/s320/theater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with plenty of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-RNxi-ecI/AAAAAAAAB7I/egnxXc1ZDQY/s1600-h/cheezits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399694144064879042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-RNxi-ecI/AAAAAAAAB7I/egnxXc1ZDQY/s320/cheezits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-RNsbaKzI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6zcXRLZVCFI/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399694142690962226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-RNsbaKzI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6zcXRLZVCFI/s320/milk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-RNfAxS6I/AAAAAAAAB64/WQkT420QQzA/s1600-h/popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399694139089570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-RNfAxS6I/AAAAAAAAB64/WQkT420QQzA/s320/popcorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-SKfyq9iI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/cmTFFOdSRiM/s1600-h/yipee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-SKIdWpWI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/k3MG--aqeSk/s1600-h/cryingbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399695181007463778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-SKIdWpWI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/k3MG--aqeSk/s320/cryingbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mommy was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-TFBGqtKI/AAAAAAAAB7g/zYZ30zO2mkk/s1600-h/yipee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399696192645543074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su-TFBGqtKI/AAAAAAAAB7g/zYZ30zO2mkk/s320/yipee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of you, Trevor!  We had a great family outing watching a double feature of Toy Story 1 and Toy Story 2.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-3744122050433328943?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My parents came down to help and spend time with us and I'm so glad they did. I can't imagine answering the door while I'm trying to get dinner ready, get kids dressed in costumes, and go trick-or-treating. Poor Matt had to work and I felt bad that he missed out on all the fun. Trevor was truly a sight to be seen. He absolutely LOVED Halloween this year. It took him one or two doors to figure out what was going on and he was all for candy, candy, and more candy. Some of the doors he would march right up to, pound on, and then yell when the person answered the door. I felt so bad for taking him back home when I did because he was having such a good time, but the weather was getting chilly and it was bed time for little Nemo. After dropping Trevor back at the house, I took Haleigh back out to "hit" some more houses. We had a lot of fun and I could tell when Haleigh was finally wearing down. It was getting cold and she was tired of walking, but thankfully I had brought the stroller that she could stand or sit on when she got tired. What a great year of trick-or-treating and I love the fact that our neighborhood is still safe enough to take the kids around door-to-door and see friends and neighbors while you walk around. I can't wait for next year. Trevor will be heading up the trick-or-treating for sure!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su5gaBzTeKI/AAAAAAAAB6U/-1-2MvsEynw/s1600-h/100_3749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399359003540289698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su5gaBzTeKI/AAAAAAAAB6U/-1-2MvsEynw/s320/100_3749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Silvermist fairy answering the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su5gZ0XwSiI/AAAAAAAAB6M/aBxmA3Pc9Sk/s1600-h/100_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358999935076898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su5gZ0XwSiI/AAAAAAAAB6M/aBxmA3Pc9Sk/s320/100_3750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh as Silvermist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su5gZuAdVxI/AAAAAAAAB6E/zru9gtO0P6E/s1600-h/100_3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358998226753298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su5gZuAdVxI/AAAAAAAAB6E/zru9gtO0P6E/s320/100_3747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor getting ready to go trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su5gZZdpRlI/AAAAAAAAB58/maoohCXsQ2U/s1600-h/100_3744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358992712025682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su5gZZdpRlI/AAAAAAAAB58/maoohCXsQ2U/s320/100_3744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor as Nemo. 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He loves Woody, he loves Buzz. I actually think that Buzz is his favorite character but sometimes it's hard to tell because he smiles so much when he sees Woody too. I love having a child that love Toy Story because I love it too. I love having something that I can count on without a doubt to sooth and calm my child if everything else fails. Some of you know what I'm talking about because I had to totally cater to Trevor's every want and need the other day. He was screaming and crying and I could not find anything that would help. I finally put the kids in the car, went for a drive with Toy Story in hoping to sooth the rabid beast in the back seat. Guess what, it worked. The kid loves Woody and crew. I'm so excited that a new movie is coming out in the summer and it can't come fast enough. Trevor now has a new best friend that we've visited twice at Target. There is a Buzz Lightyear toy that is $129 (yep, you heard me right. And no, I'm not considering buying it, but it's a nice pick-me-up for Trevor during a shopping trip to the store) that looks so real. He moves, he talks and he's just really cute and Trevor seems to think so too. I had to take photos of him and Buzz at the store yesterday because he was so happy when he saw his friend again and he totally breaks down and cries when we have to leave. Too bad there isn't a $150 Woody around the corner, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su0qboKZGWI/AAAAAAAAB50/LdI3xksP78g/s1600-h/buzzfriend2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399018182412933474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su0qboKZGWI/AAAAAAAAB50/LdI3xksP78g/s320/buzzfriend2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su0qbcEtUNI/AAAAAAAAB5s/4r4aZEfceLw/s1600-h/buzzfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399018179167867090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Su0qbcEtUNI/AAAAAAAAB5s/4r4aZEfceLw/s320/buzzfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-87646014937494075?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On Friday evening we attended a really cute Halloween birthday party for Harlie Stock. Katie did such a good job with the decorations and food! It was fun just watching how much fun the kids were having. The kids colored trick-or-treat bags and then played games. After the games it was time to eat, open presents, and then enjoy some cake. After cake the kids got to go "trick-or-treating" upstairs. Katie had four different doors that the kids would knock on and someone would give them a treat for their bag. It was so cute and I know Haleigh and Trevor had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we attended the annual neighborhood party that one of our neighbors, Patti, throws every year for the kids. She's so nice to put this together every year and I know Haleigh was really looking forward to going again. Trevor and I only stayed for the first part because it was right during his nap time and he was getting cranky. Trevor actually won 3rd prize for his Yoda costume (thanks for lending it to us Amy!) and Haleigh came home with a prize she had won for one game and a bag full of candy from the pinata. After the neighborhood party we had a couple hours before we had to drive up to the church to get the car ready for the trunk or treat party. Haleigh had such a fun time going around to all the cars and getting more candy in her bag. Trevor was fine just sitting in the car (out of the rain that had decided to settle in on all the trunk-or-treaters) watching Toy Story while we handed out candy, gathered candy, and drank hot chocolate! It was such a great time and I don't think any of the kids cared that it was raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunN7zVce8I/AAAAAAAAB5c/cxJ0vofr2PY/s1600-h/100_3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398072055656381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunN7zVce8I/AAAAAAAAB5c/cxJ0vofr2PY/s320/100_3743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh and Sophie awaiting the trunk-or-treaters in the back of the car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunN60kmnCI/AAAAAAAAB5U/N1XfP0hdET4/s1600-h/100_3742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398072038808525858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunN60kmnCI/AAAAAAAAB5U/N1XfP0hdET4/s320/100_3742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cars setting up to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunN6feEzHI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qK4x1CsPTzI/s1600-h/100_3739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398072033143999602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunN6feEzHI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qK4x1CsPTzI/s320/100_3739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh, Olivia, and Sophie crammed into the "trunk"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunN59qQBrI/AAAAAAAAB5E/pnMSX7tmbkM/s1600-h/100_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398072024068261554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunN59qQBrI/AAAAAAAAB5E/pnMSX7tmbkM/s320/100_3738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yoda wants candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM9SapQwI/AAAAAAAAB48/FpCSHSLCRdY/s1600-h/100_3737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070981667930882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM9SapQwI/AAAAAAAAB48/FpCSHSLCRdY/s320/100_3737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby Yoda in front of the house in his Yoda mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM9MMRftI/AAAAAAAAB40/VQUBZxYlQdA/s1600-h/100_3736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070979997040338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM9MMRftI/AAAAAAAAB40/VQUBZxYlQdA/s320/100_3736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to bob for apples at the neighborhood party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM8ui_3ZI/AAAAAAAAB4s/IKuceBMXLGM/s1600-h/100_3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070972039290258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM8ui_3ZI/AAAAAAAAB4s/IKuceBMXLGM/s320/100_3732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite photos! Such cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM8WJfT2I/AAAAAAAAB4k/qH_cjuAZPAw/s1600-h/100_3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070965489848162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM8WJfT2I/AAAAAAAAB4k/qH_cjuAZPAw/s320/100_3731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yoda needs blanket he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM7_CuNOI/AAAAAAAAB4c/UmpRNJDtfrk/s1600-h/100_3728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070959287448802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunM7_CuNOI/AAAAAAAAB4c/UmpRNJDtfrk/s320/100_3728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting Yoda-ed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMXxFhXyI/AAAAAAAAB4U/0HyI1MiAAdM/s1600-h/100_3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070337065803554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMXxFhXyI/AAAAAAAAB4U/0HyI1MiAAdM/s320/100_3727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trick or treat from your friendly neighborhood Lowe's man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMXvjphWI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ofdEl6xduf8/s1600-h/100_3724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070336655295842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMXvjphWI/AAAAAAAAB4M/ofdEl6xduf8/s320/100_3724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids waiting in line to go trick or treating at Harlie's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMXZOBH2I/AAAAAAAAB4E/6bOLeW31PW8/s1600-h/100_3723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070330658987874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMXZOBH2I/AAAAAAAAB4E/6bOLeW31PW8/s320/100_3723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying some yummy birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMW3wZgAI/AAAAAAAAB38/UI0QNW-Ql1E/s1600-h/100_3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070321676386306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMW3wZgAI/AAAAAAAAB38/UI0QNW-Ql1E/s320/100_3711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor "fixing" all the Halloween decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMWgmCDZI/AAAAAAAAB30/5Lgx6XSil_k/s1600-h/100_3709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070315458891154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunMWgmCDZI/AAAAAAAAB30/5Lgx6XSil_k/s320/100_3709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making pumpkins. Look at the cute Annie birthday girl. Such a cute costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunLjAvAw6I/AAAAAAAAB3s/y64DuPWH5LU/s1600-h/100_3703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398069430733292450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunLjAvAw6I/AAAAAAAAB3s/y64DuPWH5LU/s320/100_3703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween birthday party set-up. I loved the fruit "bowls" made out of oranges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunListZJYI/AAAAAAAAB3k/cnEpQeaGeF8/s1600-h/100_3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398069425357792642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunListZJYI/AAAAAAAAB3k/cnEpQeaGeF8/s320/100_3702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coloring trick-or-treat bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunLiKZSXgI/AAAAAAAAB3c/ulsC8SzxkTo/s1600-h/100_3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398069416146656770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunLiKZSXgI/AAAAAAAAB3c/ulsC8SzxkTo/s320/100_3701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmine and Mr. Lowe's before the birthday party. Looks like he doesn't like hugs, even from a princess.....watch out for that wrench!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunLhosR8oI/AAAAAAAAB3U/vVzrqQ96hh8/s1600-h/100_3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398069407099515522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunLhosR8oI/AAAAAAAAB3U/vVzrqQ96hh8/s320/100_3698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh in last year's costume.....Jasmine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunLhTgCR6I/AAAAAAAAB3M/VKWR_oJN0PU/s1600-h/100_3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398069401411012514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SunLhTgCR6I/AAAAAAAAB3M/VKWR_oJN0PU/s320/100_3696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanna be like Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-7777505003085632895?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I took them last year and Haleigh had a wonderful time so I couldn't pass up the opportunity to go again. Haleigh and Trevor had so much fun with the pony ride and then Haleigh got to spend quite a while on the bouncy houses. I was so very proud of Haleigh going through the Haunted House. I think she went through about four times. I love watching my kids have fun and hopefully next year Trevor will be able to participate a little more. I got their faces painted and we ate out on the grass in the nice warm sun. The weather was perfect and we loved spending time with our friends, Katie and her girls and Emigh and her girls. Thanks for the wonderful day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fykzW2dI/AAAAAAAAB1w/iAG2REt5QOw/s1600-h/100_3642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394784357369436626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fykzW2dI/AAAAAAAAB1w/iAG2REt5QOw/s320/100_3642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy, Haleigh and Trevor getting ready to have some fun at the Scarecrow Festival!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fmLg488I/AAAAAAAAB1o/2Uyv4ANJh2Y/s1600-h/100_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394784144422663106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fmLg488I/AAAAAAAAB1o/2Uyv4ANJh2Y/s320/100_3641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh, Olivia, and Harlie are getting excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4flh1OdmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/LAFw-jgSZnI/s1600-h/100_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394784133233669730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4flh1OdmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/LAFw-jgSZnI/s320/100_3644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh on her pony of choice.  She chose this pony because of it's purple bridle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fkxXhouI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/akBXCyyYr3g/s1600-h/100_3647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394784120224195298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fkxXhouI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/akBXCyyYr3g/s320/100_3647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh was all smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fkKs4WvI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/rJ20TiFFwYY/s1600-h/100_3650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394784109844781810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fkKs4WvI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/rJ20TiFFwYY/s320/100_3650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy and Trevor getting ready to experience the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fjnCMJtI/AAAAAAAAB1I/Zs4SYqsKiE0/s1600-h/100_3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394784100270483154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4fjnCMJtI/AAAAAAAAB1I/Zs4SYqsKiE0/s320/100_3651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4eieYt9GI/AAAAAAAAB1A/bbeAujzdb2A/s1600-h/100_3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394782981257557090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4eieYt9GI/AAAAAAAAB1A/bbeAujzdb2A/s320/100_3649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh says "weeee, weee, weeee" all the way down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4eh3aDAVI/AAAAAAAAB04/GSuXIFXKZUU/s1600-h/100_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394782970794148178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4eh3aDAVI/AAAAAAAAB04/GSuXIFXKZUU/s320/100_3664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor trying to hold still the best he can.  He got a ghost painted on his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4ehB5cHRI/AAAAAAAAB0w/UnCQs6aNkDQ/s1600-h/100_3666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394782956430302482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4ehB5cHRI/AAAAAAAAB0w/UnCQs6aNkDQ/s320/100_3666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh getting her kitty face painted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4egou2UCI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_76GoNkw820/s1600-h/100_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394782949674995746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4egou2UCI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_76GoNkw820/s320/100_3670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4egGfirCI/AAAAAAAAB0g/QWb2ztRdkTY/s1600-h/100_3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394782940483988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4egGfirCI/AAAAAAAAB0g/QWb2ztRdkTY/s320/100_3673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh playing the chicken toss game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dJceKwnI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/8ux-N85jMZw/s1600-h/100_3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394781451735188082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dJceKwnI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/8ux-N85jMZw/s320/100_3675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tossing Frisbees at Bolt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dI3cCIKI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/AVptBi-KtSc/s1600-h/100_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394781441794121890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dI3cCIKI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/AVptBi-KtSc/s320/100_3677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing in the big pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dIT_Ar5I/AAAAAAAAB0I/JuuyrIYQqEs/s1600-h/100_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394781432277151634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dIT_Ar5I/AAAAAAAAB0I/JuuyrIYQqEs/s320/100_3680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Setting sail with some awful looking pirates. (I'm talking about the skeletons of course....the other ones are adorable!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dHz7aDGI/AAAAAAAAB0A/PfbFdwfgZBY/s1600-h/100_3685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394781423672101986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dHz7aDGI/AAAAAAAAB0A/PfbFdwfgZBY/s320/100_3685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Haleigh's favorite things.  The blow up tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dHYThuOI/AAAAAAAABz4/9U1nFVWE3cU/s1600-h/100_3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394781416257075426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/St4dHYThuOI/AAAAAAAABz4/9U1nFVWE3cU/s320/100_3687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleepy after a hard day of having fun (well, in Trevor's case it was watching the other kids have fun mostly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-5263164351886066965?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What is it about those chubby little hands grasping a long, thin McDonald's fried potato and sucking all the salt off while gently nibbling the fry away? I just love it. I love looking through the rear-view mirror watching Trevor do this (yes we're french fry car eaters....well, all of us except Matt who thinks I'm crazy. But if you waited to get to our house from the nearest McDonald's, those of you who live here or have visited us here, know that our fries would be crunchy and cold.....blech!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss-I1mka6AI/AAAAAAAAByA/Pd7fxtoA1iE/s1600-h/100_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390677733453522946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss-I1mka6AI/AAAAAAAAByA/Pd7fxtoA1iE/s320/100_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss-I1OC9bGI/AAAAAAAABx4/Dgo8hienlgE/s1600-h/100_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390677726870727778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss-I1OC9bGI/AAAAAAAABx4/Dgo8hienlgE/s320/100_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss-I0bM3xUI/AAAAAAAABxw/BUs0aJgLZ_w/s1600-h/DSCN1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390677713222092098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss-I0bM3xUI/AAAAAAAABxw/BUs0aJgLZ_w/s320/DSCN1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss-Iz631wfI/AAAAAAAABxo/TkaztZnlv54/s1600-h/DSCN1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390677704543945202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss-Iz631wfI/AAAAAAAABxo/TkaztZnlv54/s320/DSCN1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, you've probably guessed what my next favorite random thing is. I love my babies in towels after a bath. I love to cuddle them up and put that cute little hood on. I love to get the baby powder and lotion out and if they have colds I also get some Vicks. My kids LOVE to have the lotion rubbed on their legs and arms and especially on their backs because it tickles. It makes me sad that Haleigh usually wants to put the lotion on herself now, but sometimes she still indulges me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/StAMDQ94hCI/AAAAAAAAByY/4m2_qX0bQpg/s1600-h/DSCN1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390822004196148258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/StAMDQ94hCI/AAAAAAAAByY/4m2_qX0bQpg/s320/DSCN1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/StAMCkJMEmI/AAAAAAAAByQ/oKoX36rxKGg/s1600-h/DSCN1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390821992163971682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/StAMCkJMEmI/AAAAAAAAByQ/oKoX36rxKGg/s320/DSCN1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/StAMB7Fz6DI/AAAAAAAAByI/vVRpCNX4mFY/s1600-h/DSCN1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390821981143951410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/StAMB7Fz6DI/AAAAAAAAByI/vVRpCNX4mFY/s320/DSCN1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last random thing for today.  I love spending time with my sister.  She only lives two hours away but I feel like we never have enough time together.  I love the above photos because they show our personalities and how much the kids enjoy each other's company.  I think my sister is one of the few I let in to my whole world.  She understands and "gets" me and there's nothing more reassuring then talking to her.  I love you Kandi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-5373281239394462631?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I always dread the doctor when my child is older and more aware of his or her surroundings. Sure enough, as soon as Trevor was laid down to measure he felt that crinkly paper and starting tossing and turning and crying. He didn't want to sit on the scale either so the nurse had to weigh me and then zero out the scale so I could hold him and they would be able to see what his weight was. For the most part he was very good at the doctor's office. When the doctor came in he took one look at Trevor and said, "really? 15 months? He's a big kid. I feel like I should be calling him 'sir' ". While I talked to the doctor, Trevor sat down with his blanket and just laid back against our diaper bag. The doctor thought it was so funny that he was so relaxed and laid back while he checked his ears, heart beat, and lungs. Then, of course, it was time for shots, three to be exact but it went quickly and Trevor only cried for a short time. I hate having to hold him down while he looks at me with questioning eyes. Those mean old nurses! So, Trevor weighed in at 27.2 lbs. (75%) his height was 34 3/4 inches (upper 97%) although when I look at those curve charts and see his dots his height dot always looks like it's way above the curved lines but I guess that's where 97% is. I can't imagine still that there are heavier 15 month olds out there. Trevor about breaks my arms as it is! We love you T-Rev and we're so proud of your growth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y3MDcfvI/AAAAAAAABxA/csMQrJJ8wTw/s1600-h/104_3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301727718932210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y3MDcfvI/AAAAAAAABxA/csMQrJJ8wTw/s320/104_3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor at 15 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y2oZwW7I/AAAAAAAABw4/ifLrq_zxzfU/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301718148832178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y2oZwW7I/AAAAAAAABw4/ifLrq_zxzfU/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor at 5 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y2JdT4UI/AAAAAAAABww/MYkEGvIo2zw/s1600-h/DSC01893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301709842243906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y2JdT4UI/AAAAAAAABww/MYkEGvIo2zw/s320/DSC01893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor in the hospital with Daddy and Haleigh.  1 day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y1rs02RI/AAAAAAAABwo/zIOpKRcOeL4/s1600-h/101_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301701854255378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y1rs02RI/AAAAAAAABwo/zIOpKRcOeL4/s320/101_1508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor in his Jordan gear and North Carolina basketball at about 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y1CCutUI/AAAAAAAABwg/t9_poODVZyY/s1600-h/Hay+and+Trev+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301690671838530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Ss4y1CCutUI/AAAAAAAABwg/t9_poODVZyY/s320/Hay+and+Trev+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor at about 1 month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-4756720357811745419?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The last time I took the kids to the splash park my camera didn't take any photos and I was so upset, so this was my make-up trip. I still didn't get all the photos I had taken.....stupid camera, but at least some of them worked.&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's market was quite small, but we enjoyed looking at the booths and buying some fresh salsa, corn, and green beans. We also ended up with two new additions to the family. Two small little water frogs that Haleigh named Marlin and Dorey (hmmmm, I wonder what movie she has been watching lately).&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a blast at the splash park. Haleigh is a bit timid around the water but gets used to it over time, where Trevor just plows right in and gets wet. He wasn't afraid of the water it was just a bit chilly at times. It was a great day spent with those I love most. After we got home from our day's activities our neighbors, the Poulsens were kind enough to watch the kids while Matt and I went to a Real soccer game. This is the first one that I've seen and the first one we've both seen in the new stadium. It was a lot of fun and it was so nice to have a evening out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sszvjk2mwnI/AAAAAAAABwI/OZQH5fVCmSU/s1600-h/103_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946248522809970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sszvjk2mwnI/AAAAAAAABwI/OZQH5fVCmSU/s320/103_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh and Trevor enjoying the splash park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sszvi4QuvEI/AAAAAAAABwA/zyN24S66goo/s1600-h/103_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946236552789058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sszvi4QuvEI/AAAAAAAABwA/zyN24S66goo/s320/103_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor loves water and playing in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SszviYMckTI/AAAAAAAABv4/MJh3x2XRlp8/s1600-h/103_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946227944886578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SszviYMckTI/AAAAAAAABv4/MJh3x2XRlp8/s320/103_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh playing with the "Nemo" fish that squirts water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SszvhxLTw0I/AAAAAAAABvw/WQ-vh265W_A/s1600-h/103_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946217471132482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SszvhxLTw0I/AAAAAAAABvw/WQ-vh265W_A/s320/103_0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's get wet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SszvhXa3eFI/AAAAAAAABvo/XTO3B1rUN44/s1600-h/103_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389946210557065298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SszvhXa3eFI/AAAAAAAABvo/XTO3B1rUN44/s320/103_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor in his street clothes before the water came on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-6307026615973053551?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After Haleigh had her camp out party I had to gear myself up for another mini Triathlon. This one was shorter than my previous one but I really liked the first one I did and I found that I was a bit addicted to finding another venue to practice my Triathlon skills. The Triathlon was in Murray on Labor day and I was able to do it with a friend (thanks Beth!! ). It's much more fun doing it with someone than by yourself I think. Thanks to my parents for watching Haleigh while I did the race. I think she had a fun time watching her Mommy, but I think she enjoyed the playground a tad bit more. Okay, okay....a WHOLE LOT more. It will come, in time I'm sure. I completed the race in 47:06. I can't really tell you how that compares with my other race because the distances were so different and shorter. The swim was 150 meters, the bike was 4.4 miles (I think), and the run was 1.4 miles (I think). Overall I was a little bit burned out at the end but I felt good and it was a lot of fun. I really want to train better this winter to be in better shape for the spring so I can work on beating the times I've acquired this year. I think next time I'll rent a road bike and see how that improves my race speed. My two biggest adversaries right now are consistency and nutrition. If I can get a hold on those then I'll be a lot better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've included some photos of my first race in Layton that my sister took and then some of my race in Murray. I think I just look like I'm in pain when I run, no matter what. How do people run and not look like that, I'd like to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswQi-O4UTI/AAAAAAAABvY/2bJ1x4qdQCw/s1600-h/DSCN1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389701047062647090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswQi-O4UTI/AAAAAAAABvY/2bJ1x4qdQCw/s320/DSCN1399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me as #36 before my first Triathlon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswQicshufI/AAAAAAAABvQ/fQXcFY7kGYk/s1600-h/DSCN1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389701038060190194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswQicshufI/AAAAAAAABvQ/fQXcFY7kGYk/s320/DSCN1401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swimming a part of my first race by doing the breaststroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP3Gn1ArI/AAAAAAAABvI/PyrBHkLg4Hg/s1600-h/DSCN1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389700293400527538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP3Gn1ArI/AAAAAAAABvI/PyrBHkLg4Hg/s320/DSCN1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Transition time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP2SAOvCI/AAAAAAAABvA/Di0nEsK4jZ8/s1600-h/DSCN1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389700279275797538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP2SAOvCI/AAAAAAAABvA/Di0nEsK4jZ8/s320/DSCN1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting on my run for the first race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP1yyShWI/AAAAAAAABu4/5q_K68D2lYA/s1600-h/103_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389700270895826274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP1yyShWI/AAAAAAAABu4/5q_K68D2lYA/s320/103_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh watching me do my transition from swim to bike at the Murray race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP1TpTipI/AAAAAAAABuw/z4WCTc7lqC0/s1600-h/103_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389700262536645266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP1TpTipI/AAAAAAAABuw/z4WCTc7lqC0/s320/103_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh relaxing at the playground while Mommy runs.  Very fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP0qeV_5I/AAAAAAAABuo/4VnecH4uxLA/s1600-h/103_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389700251484815250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SswP0qeV_5I/AAAAAAAABuo/4VnecH4uxLA/s320/103_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh was so sweet.  After I got done with my race she handed me a bouquet of leaves she had collected for my finish.  What a gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-6426802920061693695?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We made little knapsacks (hobo bags) for the invitations. I wish I would have got longer sticks but in the end they were still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlNM2q6hfI/AAAAAAAABqU/DOMQ3l7oOMw/s1600-h/103_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379916113100047858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlNM2q6hfI/AAAAAAAABqU/DOMQ3l7oOMw/s320/103_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We used bandannas (that the girls could wear to the party) for the bags and put the tent-shaped invitations inside along with a flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlNxWQDzeI/AAAAAAAABqk/o52KiuuyD6I/s1600-h/103_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379916740052635106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlNxWQDzeI/AAAAAAAABqk/o52KiuuyD6I/s320/103_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The invitations folded out to invite Haleigh's guests to our campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlNwiAkA8I/AAAAAAAABqc/pr6Px9CrKcc/s1600-h/103_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379916726028993474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlNwiAkA8I/AAAAAAAABqc/pr6Px9CrKcc/s320/103_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our tent invitations made out of camping scrapbook paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all we had to do was deliver the invitations and get ready for the fun party. Many thanks to Beth and Jeff for letting us borrow their tent and DVD player to use for the party. When the girls first showed up we set their sleeping bags in the tent and then everyone came in to make Mud Cakes. I let each girl have a cup and spooned the "mud" (chocolate pudding) into their cup. After the mud was in their cup, each girl received a bag of Oreos to crush up (for the dirt on top of the cake), and last I gave them some gummy worms to put into their mud and dirt. Of course I thought we would be done by then, but then the girls requested sprinkles (because dirt has to be pretty of course) and something to "poke" their worms down into the dirt and mud. Every one's mud cakes pretty much turned into a mixed up mud mess, but they were okay with that. We saved those in the fridge for the girls to take home the next day. After we cleared up the "mud" we got ready to paint pet rocks. I got paint brushes and paint out and each girl got a rock to make into a pet or whatever they wanted. The girls had a good time painting the rocks and the paper that we set the rocks on. By the time we were done painting it was dark enough to have our camp out scavenger hunt. Earlier in the day I had collected some of Haleigh's stuffed animals and put clues on them. We started with one and it gave us a clue to the next animal to find. I threw the stuffed animals out into the back yard all over and the girls ran around with their flashlights to find the correct camp out animal (if Shamu, horses, and alligators count as camp out animals). At the end they all got a prize of glowing necklaces and bracelets to wear in the dark. After our scavenger hunt the girls all went upstairs to brush their teeth and then we headed out to the tent to read not-so-scary ghost stories and to watch a movie. The girls were all tired and didn't last through the whole movie. We ended up turning the DVD player off and going to sleep around 10:30. During the night it started to rain and I worried that the rain would wake up the girls, but they all seemed to sleep through it well. It started raining again between 6:30 and 7:00 in the morning and Ashlee woke up and needed to go inside so we got up and went inside which woke everyone else up. I thought we would at least get to sleep a little later, but we made it inside to watch Strawberry Shortcake and eat cold cereal. I had asked the moms what the favorite cold cereal was for a couple of the girls and so each girl got to choose their favorite and even mix them if they wanted. Thanks to everyone for coming. Haleigh had such a great time with all her friends. Thanks to Katie for staying on Friday night and helping with the games and stuff. It helped A LOT!!!!! Now enjoy some photos from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlVECgu8cI/AAAAAAAABr0/O9LTJWouoy4/s1600-h/103_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379924757752771010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlVECgu8cI/AAAAAAAABr0/O9LTJWouoy4/s320/103_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls (and Trevor) the next morning playing the scavenger hunt again....they really loved that part of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlVDjENzNI/AAAAAAAABrs/EY0RtY_qMwQ/s1600-h/103_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379924749311659218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlVDjENzNI/AAAAAAAABrs/EY0RtY_qMwQ/s320/103_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor eating breakfast with Ashlee and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlVDM57eII/AAAAAAAABrk/L_xUv7k3Zuk/s1600-h/103_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379924743362934914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlVDM57eII/AAAAAAAABrk/L_xUv7k3Zuk/s320/103_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls doing their butterflies (they all take dance at the same place and this is what they do there apparently) and sitting in a circle to get ready to go on the scavenger hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlVCgPGwXI/AAAAAAAABrc/GzCQHZBKCFw/s1600-h/103_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379924731372159346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlVCgPGwXI/AAAAAAAABrc/GzCQHZBKCFw/s320/103_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Early in the morning watching Strawberry Shortcake. Nothing is better than Saturday morning cartoons. (Except maybe sleeping in.....but that's just a Mommy point of view, I'm sure!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT_7pM1BI/AAAAAAAABrM/NaKFvnY-7Iw/s1600-h/103_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379923587678131218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT_7pM1BI/AAAAAAAABrM/NaKFvnY-7Iw/s320/103_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating a treat before the big hunt outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT_SsPxYI/AAAAAAAABrE/MYJLO_v9vHM/s1600-h/103_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379923576685053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT_SsPxYI/AAAAAAAABrE/MYJLO_v9vHM/s320/103_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Painting rocks and the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT-34CqdI/AAAAAAAABq8/Gc20IQ4Eak4/s1600-h/103_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379923569486768594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT-34CqdI/AAAAAAAABq8/Gc20IQ4Eak4/s320/103_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mud cake makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT-Rgb45I/AAAAAAAABq0/tqFwMjgHa_0/s1600-h/103_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379923559187211154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT-Rgb45I/AAAAAAAABq0/tqFwMjgHa_0/s320/103_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smashing the Oreos to make dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT9ywFmgI/AAAAAAAABqs/9dlrYEyof30/s1600-h/103_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379923550931360258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqlT9ywFmgI/AAAAAAAABqs/9dlrYEyof30/s320/103_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh helping me make the pudding before the girls got there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqmsLEANpPI/AAAAAAAABsM/eDSu46yFNeY/s1600-h/103_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380020535923942642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqmsLEANpPI/AAAAAAAABsM/eDSu46yFNeY/s320/103_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor coloring in his Mickey Mouse coloring book while Haleigh and I get ready for the party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqmsKhLJFmI/AAAAAAAABsE/sAd_ayMYEmc/s1600-h/103_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380020526574540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqmsKhLJFmI/AAAAAAAABsE/sAd_ayMYEmc/s320/103_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh helping make the invitations to her camp out party. She cut out flowers to put on the inside of every one's tent invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqmsKAOMUPI/AAAAAAAABr8/yty7cLiyeyc/s1600-h/103_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380020517728964850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SqmsKAOMUPI/AAAAAAAABr8/yty7cLiyeyc/s320/103_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast morning choices. Thanks Kara for letting me borrow the cute, cute bowls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-751668022976656211?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After almost 11 years our good friend and companion, Cinder passed away. Ever since Friday we could tell she wasn't doing well and it didn't take long for her to go down hill. I just wish we would have known on Friday so we could have helped her a long the way and not have to have her experience any discomfort. On Sunday I called a local vet to set up arrangements to bring her in on Monday morning to put her down. I HATED the fact that I was making a life choice for another living creature and just prayed that she would be taken when she needed to be. On Monday morning Matt took her outside (he had had to start carrying her outside because she was having such a hard time getting up and walking) and after he brought her in she took a few last breaths and she was gone. I'm glad we all got a chance to say goodbye to her that morning and I'm glad she could go under the most comfortable circumstances (being in her own home around her family). Matt and I were able to be there when she went and it was a very emotional time for us. She was our first baby. We got her right after we were married and so we've hardly known life without Cinder. We could tell our own "Marley and Me" adventures with Cinder. There were so many times that I got so angry at her for chewing up things and destroying things but we stuck it through and came out ahead with a good dog. Cinder destroyed so many things when she was a puppy. She chewed up a whole bottle of Advil, chewed up the handle of a very large knife, chewed up power chords, chewed up most of my journals (that was a tough one), gave one of our good friends a black eye, tore a tree out of the ground (running away from fireworks). She also had her fine points too. She loved orange slushies, frosty paws, her stuffed dog we called "boyfriend", her dog friends that we called "romeo" and "boyfriend" (the would always come to our windows when Cinder was in heat), she chased away cats (even got one run over when she tried to chase it across our street), killed mice, spider, and lizards but wouldn't come close to the roaches in FL (I don't blame her). Cinder LOVED to ride in the car. I don't think there was anything she loved more (maybe chasing squirrels) than taking a long ride in a car; and I mean long. She drove from NC to FL with Matt and did so well. She also drove from FL to UT with Matt in the moving truck when we moved to UT and she was so good the whole way. Every year on her birthday (or as close as we could come) we would take her to McDonald's and get her a hamburger happy meal. Cinder was so protective of me at all times. She was part chow and part lab and they say that chows have one particular person that they will stick with and defend while labs are happy-go-lucky. We always said she had her Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personalities because of her two breeds. Sometimes she was the happy, playful lab and sometimes she was that defensive, ornery chow. When I was sick or sad she was always right by my side. When I was pregnant with Haleigh she would not leave my side. She slept right by my side of the bed and right on the bed next to me if Matt wasn't home. After Haleigh came, Cinder had found a new person to protect. Haleigh and Cinder always had a special connection and could communicate in such cute ways. Cinder was so gentle with Haleigh (which we had never seen) and was always by her side. Haleigh will certainly miss her "Cieooooo". Part of me feels a little guilty because once we had children Cinder didn't get all the "perks" she was used to. We just didn't turn out to be as good of dog parents as we had once been. Hopefully she always knew that we loved her even if she didn't get to go in the car as often or take walks to the dog park.&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you Cinder, a.k.a. Chachki Moobarkinstein, Poochie Moo Moo, Cinder Poo Poo Head, Cinder Pinder Puddin' and Pie, and Cinder P. Hound dog. You will always be with us in our hearts and in the memories we keep alive. Now we'll just have to settle for a doggie guardian angel. We know you are finally chasing all those cats (especially Walter) and squirrels in heaven and I'm hoping you don't have to worry about roaches because I can't imagine those would be heavenly creatures.....who knows! Maybe they do have a higher purpose. We will never forget you and we will love you always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've included some of my favorite photos of Cinder. I don't have any puppy ones because I have to scan those in (and actually find them) but I'm sure when I find them I'll have a seperate puppy post. The photo at the top of my blog is one of my favorites and plainly show the love that Cinder and Haleigh shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NcFVJEDI/AAAAAAAABoE/CyrJkRabwow/s1600-h/100_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538675012767794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NcFVJEDI/AAAAAAAABoE/CyrJkRabwow/s320/100_1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinder and Haleigh looking out the window.  Something they LOVED to do together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NbmVL7CI/AAAAAAAABn8/K-CN57ZnPOQ/s1600-h/100_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538666691456034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NbmVL7CI/AAAAAAAABn8/K-CN57ZnPOQ/s320/100_1177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinder loved Daddy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NbMv_2fI/AAAAAAAABn0/sEy9vzLlfKQ/s1600-h/100_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538659824589298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NbMv_2fI/AAAAAAAABn0/sEy9vzLlfKQ/s320/100_1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, looking out the window and waiting for Daddy to come home from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NaXII5LI/AAAAAAAABns/mBJPi4YQlvE/s1600-h/100_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538645430330546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NaXII5LI/AAAAAAAABns/mBJPi4YQlvE/s320/100_1417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my very favorites.  Best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NZ361TgI/AAAAAAAABnk/ednwXmYX4u4/s1600-h/100_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376538637053021698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1NZ361TgI/AAAAAAAABnk/ednwXmYX4u4/s320/100_1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching for Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1LwTTJkuI/AAAAAAAABnc/Ul7fIZngdkw/s1600-h/hayandcinb%26wcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376536823336637154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1LwTTJkuI/AAAAAAAABnc/Ul7fIZngdkw/s320/hayandcinb%26wcrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I used this on our Valentines cards we sent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1Lv3-RKTI/AAAAAAAABnU/3R1cY0HnjNg/s1600-h/100_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376536816001296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1Lv3-RKTI/AAAAAAAABnU/3R1cY0HnjNg/s320/100_1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking on Christmas Day at crecent lake and the dog park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1LvT-mnVI/AAAAAAAABnM/gri_EcwOjJ8/s1600-h/100_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376536806339026258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1LvT-mnVI/AAAAAAAABnM/gri_EcwOjJ8/s320/100_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giving kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1LuzdUVoI/AAAAAAAABnE/3f5IwpcxZ60/s1600-h/100_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376536797609481858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Sp1LuzdUVoI/AAAAAAAABnE/3f5IwpcxZ60/s320/100_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinder loved Haleigh and they were always exchanging kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-370010478387408764?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know, I know; why don't I have a post about her first game? Well, that day I wish I could do over because I had taken the kids to the splash park and taken lots and lots of cute photos (I'm sure of it) but came home to find out that my camera had no memory card in it, so, no photos! How could I miss this you ask? Well, on our vacation In San Diego we dropped our camera and now the screen doesn't work anymore so you have to point, guesstimate, and click. (Kind of like "olden" days, right?). After putting the memory card in and making sure the batteries were fresh we headed out to Haleigh's very first soccer game (and Matt's too because he's one of the coaches). I opened the diaper bag to get the camera out, and I had no camera to speak of. Wow! Not my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you get a post about Haleigh's second game because now I can include photos. The kids on the team all came up with the name, Fast Tigers. They didn't want to just be Tigers.....they have to be fast tigers to get that soccer ball I suppose. Apparently the names of The Flowers, The Cheetahs, and the Leopards were ruled out among others. Haleigh's first game can just be described as pure chaos. The second game was a little more subdued and the kids are getting a better idea of what they are doing. Haleigh is still really reserved and tentative. I told her that soccer is cool because it's the only time it's okay to go and push past kids and take something away from them. I think most the kids have cried at least once during a game for one reason or another; losing a shoe, landing hard on the ground, not getting their treat till the end of the game, or scoring a goal....really! Trevor loves cheering for his sister and after the games he loves getting down and running around on the grass and kicking the soccer ball himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so proud of my little fast Tiger and I can't wait to see her develop her soccer skills during the season. Then I guess it's on to basketball, oh boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Splwdei9F6I/AAAAAAAABmY/2hnAmbSVbYo/s1600-h/103_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451281961588642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/Splwdei9F6I/AAAAAAAABmY/2hnAmbSVbYo/s320/103_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh's favorite time of the game.......snack time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SplwcwG5zcI/AAAAAAAABmQ/YxLkVeRCU9w/s1600-h/103_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451269495901634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SplwcwG5zcI/AAAAAAAABmQ/YxLkVeRCU9w/s320/103_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh getting some kicks in during warm-ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SplwcQotB1I/AAAAAAAABmI/hwPbqRoGY8A/s1600-h/103_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451261047736146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SplwcQotB1I/AAAAAAAABmI/hwPbqRoGY8A/s320/103_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh hangin' with the Tigers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SplwbgOXOpI/AAAAAAAABmA/jvH6vepVVVw/s1600-h/103_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451248052353682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SplwbgOXOpI/AAAAAAAABmA/jvH6vepVVVw/s320/103_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fast Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SplwbCT-tqI/AAAAAAAABl4/6-KkbZ1YXMo/s1600-h/103_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375451240022849186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SplwbCT-tqI/AAAAAAAABl4/6-KkbZ1YXMo/s320/103_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute soccer dress, eh? My future star. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-4578302746067238865?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is the third year of preschool for Haleigh and I know she just loves to learn new things and meet new children. She was so excited to ride her scooter to school because it's only a short distance from our house. It was perfect for me because I could drop her off at school and then go running with Trevor and the stroller is a lot lighter with Trevor's weight than their combined weight for sure! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haleigh knew a couple kids in her class already so that helped her become more comfortable with her new surroundings. I'm looking forward to hearing all about her new adventures at preschool. She came home so excited about how much she loved school and that "school was cool". She thought it was quite funny that they learned about the letter M and not the letter A because " 'A' should come first". They painted school buses to take home for their first project. They played with play-doh, and read the book Munchie Mouse. Haleigh also liked that she got her own pencil box with her own scissors, crayons, and glue. I think she is a bit worn out because she had soccer practice tonight but I'm sure she'll catch on and we've started a school bed time that is a little earlier than she was going to bed during the summer. I'm so proud of my little scholar and I love her very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SpSbfS1n8dI/AAAAAAAABlg/qxjT1K5Bo1c/s1600-h/103_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374091217294848466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SpSbfS1n8dI/AAAAAAAABlg/qxjT1K5Bo1c/s320/103_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haleigh ready to ride her scooter to school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SpSbeyWRIBI/AAAAAAAABlY/B_Ujs9CZa1Q/s1600-h/103_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374091208573394962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SpSbeyWRIBI/AAAAAAAABlY/B_Ujs9CZa1Q/s320/103_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My big preschooler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SpSb5-bs0cI/AAAAAAAABlw/_l2OUOlDD1U/s1600-h/103_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374091675673874882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SpSb5-bs0cI/AAAAAAAABlw/_l2OUOlDD1U/s320/103_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor ready to go on a jog after dropping Haleigh off at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-5747282475971450786?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Isn't that what preseason football is all about?  Letting the fifth stringers get some t.v. time?  I love, love, love NFL football.  It's so much fun to watch and playing fantasy football just makes it that much more fun.  Here's to hoping our Panthers pull it off this year!  Go Fox and crew.....get 'er done!  Here's to also hoping that the Teen Girl Squad will be the victor, or at least play better than last year.&lt;br /&gt;I took some photos of Trevor in Haleigh's old Panther's jersey and he looked so, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SoslpuP4xGI/AAAAAAAABlQ/HEmdPOfqcbs/s1600-h/103_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SoslpuP4xGI/AAAAAAAABlQ/HEmdPOfqcbs/s320/103_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371428379288978530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevor getting ready for the game in his Julius Peppers jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SoslpCl5fHI/AAAAAAAABlI/DY6U4ns7VEo/s1600-h/103_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SoslpCl5fHI/AAAAAAAABlI/DY6U4ns7VEo/s320/103_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371428367570140274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevor likes these types of hand-me-downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SoslojvUi0I/AAAAAAAABlA/slPXwMuZSp4/s1600-h/103_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SoslojvUi0I/AAAAAAAABlA/slPXwMuZSp4/s320/103_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371428359288163138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kid HAD to be a Carolina fan.....look at his Carolina blue eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SosloHreWmI/AAAAAAAABk4/nG2LLfIdwhs/s1600-h/103_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dfzDbyMdU8E/SosloHreWmI/AAAAAAAABk4/nG2LLfIdwhs/s320/103_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371428351755836002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cute little Panther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/272317688270835212-5106050527152079624?l=heidibc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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