<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:12:19.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasley House</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-6682505229281235150</id><published>2009-10-17T22:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:30:23.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>I took advantage of the beautiful day (yet slightly cool day) to go to the pumpkin patch with Scarlett and "hers best friend" Ainsley. We watched the pig races, rode the hayride, and Scarlett used all the small pumpkins in her own personal throwing contest. We are fortunate to have so many cousins nearby that are more like sisters than just extended family. They all take care of each other and would rather be together than apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqJs_f7C9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ziHgwmyUmZE/s1600-h/20091017_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393774909782166482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqJs_f7C9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ziHgwmyUmZE/s320/20091017_20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ainsley feeding the goats.  Scarlett wanted NO part of this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqIwa11l0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/1qMDDgBAWls/s1600-h/20091017_47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393773869149820738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqIwa11l0I/AAAAAAAAA4I/1qMDDgBAWls/s320/20091017_47.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She never would look at me and say "cheese".... always just looking away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqISFqp42I/AAAAAAAAA4A/kTqHfUZqb0E/s1600-h/20091017_142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393773348069696354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqISFqp42I/AAAAAAAAA4A/kTqHfUZqb0E/s320/20091017_142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEE -- ignoring me, yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqHLLTRhTI/AAAAAAAAA3w/7GGRZZIZ0_E/s1600-h/20091017_169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393772129811531058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqHLLTRhTI/AAAAAAAAA3w/7GGRZZIZ0_E/s320/20091017_169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the other hand, Ainsley was posing for every picture I was taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqGow3DsrI/AAAAAAAAA3o/FSi71jHySk0/s1600-h/20091017_100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393771538598310578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqGow3DsrI/AAAAAAAAA3o/FSi71jHySk0/s320/20091017_100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was just a smile caught in the middle of the hayride..... guess she didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realize I had a camera pointed at her the whole time, or I am SURE she would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have looked away :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-6682505229281235150?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6682505229281235150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=6682505229281235150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6682505229281235150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6682505229281235150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/StqJs_f7C9I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/ziHgwmyUmZE/s72-c/20091017_20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-3626232191580303520</id><published>2009-09-16T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:06:33.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of Scarlett</title><content type='html'>The past 2 1/2 years have flown by.  I still think of Scarlett as a baby (I know, I know).  BUT, everytime I catch myself glancing over at her, all I see is a big kid, with BIG KID ideas.  She says new words and sentences everyday.  She has a cute little sense of humor, and a not-so-cute temper :).   The latter usually shows its ugly head only when she is hungry and/or tired, but man when it does, it is a sight for the eyes AND the ears.   Here is a little bit of what we have been up to...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFRcXlH95I/AAAAAAAAA3g/EnsA35gVsU8/s1600-h/20090820_34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382172577492367250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFRcXlH95I/AAAAAAAAA3g/EnsA35gVsU8/s320/20090820_34.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At a dorm dedication ceremony at OBU..... it was HOT AND MUGGY.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scarlett should be thankful for curly hair on those days :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFREJfDYjI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/5g7LNYrlp5c/s1600-h/fun+2009+371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382172161391944242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFREJfDYjI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/5g7LNYrlp5c/s320/fun+2009+371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting a little dirty..... except she can not STAND to get&lt;br /&gt;something on her fingertips.  A little strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFQebntHBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/IqhLfT7wRJw/s1600-h/fun+2009+388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382171513425042450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFQebntHBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/IqhLfT7wRJw/s320/fun+2009+388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlett and Kyla G.  She is our TX friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next visit Scarlett needs to teach her to call the HOGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-3626232191580303520?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3626232191580303520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=3626232191580303520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/3626232191580303520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/3626232191580303520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-bit-of-scarlett.html' title='A little bit of Scarlett'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFRcXlH95I/AAAAAAAAA3g/EnsA35gVsU8/s72-c/20090820_34.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-2037418346701562998</id><published>2009-09-16T15:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:50:36.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards vs. Braves.............</title><content type='html'>We went this past weenkend to St. Louis to see the Cards vs. the Braves.  It is technically my 10th anniversary present to him, but I am sure I will come up with something else :).  My Mamaw is a huge Braves fan, so we invited her along for the trip.  We also took Dillard's mom.  My dad laughed and said poor Dillard was going to need some good ear protection to drown out all the talking from 3 women!  He was a trooper though...... even found a wheelchair for Mamaw (after she refused our offer earlier) so we could go see the town.  We ended up going to two games, both of which the Cards lost.  I guess Mamaw's mojo was in St. Louis cuz the Braves just kept on winning and winning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFMyPHFBsI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Fn49ZrHlj-o/s1600-h/TRIP+TO+ST.+LOUIS+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382167455617844930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFMyPHFBsI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Fn49ZrHlj-o/s320/TRIP+TO+ST.+LOUIS+146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFMWnEa-BI/AAAAAAAAA2o/a33ZoTWStvQ/s1600-h/TRIP+TO+ST.+LOUIS+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382166981012813842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFMWnEa-BI/AAAAAAAAA2o/a33ZoTWStvQ/s320/TRIP+TO+ST.+LOUIS+195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFLHJVD8jI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/eeuuB5r1HKA/s1600-h/TRIP+TO+ST.+LOUIS+225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382165615819878962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFLHJVD8jI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/eeuuB5r1HKA/s320/TRIP+TO+ST.+LOUIS+225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Take me out to the ballgame....................."&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/3983589121926907205-2037418346701562998?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2037418346701562998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=2037418346701562998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2037418346701562998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2037418346701562998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/cards-vs-braves.html' title='Cards vs. Braves.............'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SrFMyPHFBsI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Fn49ZrHlj-o/s72-c/TRIP+TO+ST.+LOUIS+146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-796989313728373518</id><published>2009-07-27T23:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:45:35.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update: the new, VERY pink cast</title><content type='html'>SO, we went to Children's Hospital today (for an appt at 11:45..... didn't get called back until 2:00, but we won't talk about that here!).  She had another x-ray, and got a new cast!  GOODBYE ugly, bulky,  plaster crap (sorry mom.......... but it was!).  We picked out the pink one, and the more I look at it the brighter it gets!!!  They were nice enough to wash her arm/hand before putting the new one on and it looked like it felt SO good.  We go back in two weeks to see if it is time to take it off.  The ortho guy said that patients Scarlett's age (2) heal very quickly................ that would mean that she could actually go swimming again.  We are keeping her out of eyesight of ALL swimming pools, ponds, etc...   She does take a bath with a gallon ziplock bag over her arm and one of us holding her arm up and out of the water.  She has tolerated all of this like a champ, and actually seems proud of this pink thing.  I do think it gets in the way of good sleep, but we can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sm6Akq1_fMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sLCnn9f9fUM/s1600-h/20090727_49+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363365573709233346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sm6Akq1_fMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sLCnn9f9fUM/s320/20090727_49+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, brighter than the sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sm6AfgRVpaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/H0JpB3FLT7c/s1600-h/20090727_54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363365484971795874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sm6AfgRVpaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/H0JpB3FLT7c/s320/20090727_54.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her saying goodbye to our neighbors.  She really is intense about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sm6AUz0R1fI/AAAAAAAAA2A/SbqFmGM9fLI/s1600-h/20090727_62.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363365301240059378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sm6AUz0R1fI/AAAAAAAAA2A/SbqFmGM9fLI/s320/20090727_62.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A close-up of the cast..............  shield your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-796989313728373518?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/796989313728373518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=796989313728373518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/796989313728373518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/796989313728373518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-new-very-pink-cast.html' title='update: the new, VERY pink cast'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sm6Akq1_fMI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/sLCnn9f9fUM/s72-c/20090727_49+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-1378868470928645735</id><published>2009-07-20T23:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:16:40.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlett is no Superwoman</title><content type='html'>WELL.............  We are starting our week off with a bang, that is for sure!  Scarlett and Ainsley thought they would try their hand at superpowers today, and quickly realized they had none (or Scarlett did, at least!).  She jumped off the bed onto a beanbag, completely missing the stuffing portion of the bag and landed on her hand on the hardwood floor.  It took me a little bit to figure out what in the world was hurting her.  I took her (by myself, I might add!) to the ER at ACH...  poor baby broke her arm.  Here is the bulky TEMPORARY cast......... we go next week to the orthopedic clinic to get the REAL DEAL!  Wonder what colors we have to choose from???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmU-xZr04zI/AAAAAAAAA1E/yHsK-XpjAbs/s1600-h/20090720_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360759949883663154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmU-xZr04zI/AAAAAAAAA1E/yHsK-XpjAbs/s320/20090720_16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit A: Bulky plaster cast wrapped in ace bandage, signed by Scarlett :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmU-aZMa83I/AAAAAAAAA08/FxhaIxq5lDc/s1600-h/20090720_18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360759554614948722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmU-aZMa83I/AAAAAAAAA08/FxhaIxq5lDc/s320/20090720_18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with the new accessory (sans the sling.. for some reason she hates that thing!) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-1378868470928645735?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1378868470928645735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=1378868470928645735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1378868470928645735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1378868470928645735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/scarlett-is-no-superwoman.html' title='Scarlett is no Superwoman'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmU-xZr04zI/AAAAAAAAA1E/yHsK-XpjAbs/s72-c/20090720_16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-1748775065384587728</id><published>2009-07-19T13:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:14:04.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepaw</title><content type='html'>We just got back from spending 10 days in Arkadelphia. We went down on a Wednesday after Pepaw (Dillard's dad) was put on home hospice care the day before. We were able to spend some time at his bedside before he died that following Saturday. We had some great family time, told some stories, and had a great time looking through pictures. On Friday night we knew it was not going to be long, so we had an old fashioned bunking party at Memaw's house and someone was around Pepaw's bedside from then on out. We loved on him, Dillard shaved him and took good care of him using all his latest nursing skills :). He passed away on Saturday at 5:00 p.m. with all of us around his bedside. We brought Scarlett out on Saturday morning and she showed him her newly painted pink toes and showered him with kisses (unsolicited kisses, I might add. That is rare in the book of Scarlett......). Scarlett did notice the next day that he was not in his room, asked "where Pepaw go?" with a confused look on her face, I told her he moved in with Jesus, and she looked at me for a second, then went about her daily business like a 2 year old should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNsmqJdfsI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Ezb48m2598w/s1600-h/20090708_77.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360247392905821890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNsmqJdfsI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Ezb48m2598w/s320/20090708_77.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scarlett (2), Andrea (10), Justin (17), Anneliesa (19) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNsQbRfdRI/AAAAAAAAA0k/F3xF8XoJSuY/s1600-h/20090719_113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360247010955851026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNsQbRfdRI/AAAAAAAAA0k/F3xF8XoJSuY/s320/20090719_113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pepaw and Scarlett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By this point he was not very responsive, but he knew she was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNsBBbHIjI/AAAAAAAAA0c/t7T5a0jS1ug/s1600-h/20090719_122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360246746318840370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNsBBbHIjI/AAAAAAAAA0c/t7T5a0jS1ug/s320/20090719_122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff (Dillard's brother) and Dillard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNr0m-22II/AAAAAAAAA0M/Ccok1_gkE68/s1600-h/20090719_188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360246533062580354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNr0m-22II/AAAAAAAAA0M/Ccok1_gkE68/s320/20090719_188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michelle, Jeff, Mae Alice, Dillard, and Gina&lt;br /&gt;before the service &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-1748775065384587728?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1748775065384587728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=1748775065384587728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1748775065384587728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1748775065384587728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/pepaw.html' title='Pepaw'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SmNsmqJdfsI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Ezb48m2598w/s72-c/20090708_77.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-6797363366222974264</id><published>2009-07-03T22:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:29:35.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>I completely skipped May, am now posting about June, and it is already July.  Wow this year is going by so fast!!!  My computer almost crashed, trying to take my pics with it (thanks, James, for saving that!).  It still has a mind of its own, so I am trying to get all my pics off of there and save them to other storage devices.  I just downloaded my camera card to my new computer and there are 758 pics on there.  That is way too many pics --- I am pretty sure there are not even that many pics of me from birth to age 20.  Oh well, live and learn..... :).   We have learned this summer that Scarlett loves the water, is not afraid of the water (at ALL) and would live IN the water if we would let her.  She is NOT going to be stopped by some stupid floaties and will NOT ask for help when sliding down the slide into the pool.  After all, she is a BIG girl, right?  This scares me to DEATH.  She is MY child, and MY child would cling to the side of the pool (or sit on the step) with all their might, right?  WRONG.  I forget she is part Dillard, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little bit of what we have been up to so far this HOT, HOT summer..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7JiaZipgI/AAAAAAAAAxI/B48AJk0eK7g/s1600-h/20090703_640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354438600029283842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7JiaZipgI/AAAAAAAAAxI/B48AJk0eK7g/s320/20090703_640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kid could blow bubbles all day.  I know we have been through 2 gallons so far of bubble solution..... I think we need to stage an intervention :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7JYKiq6vI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Mln9j3TLa18/s1600-h/20090703_550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354438423973915378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7JYKiq6vI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Mln9j3TLa18/s320/20090703_550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PRETTY sure water from the hose is disgusting.  Parasites, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7JAO3MI0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/fdyGP1Vh9OA/s1600-h/20090703_58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354438012816859970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7JAO3MI0I/AAAAAAAAAw4/fdyGP1Vh9OA/s320/20090703_58.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the summer would not be complete without the ice cream truck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7Ir7mlyvI/AAAAAAAAAww/YjnVOCUEa5E/s1600-h/20090703_439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354437664049580786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7Ir7mlyvI/AAAAAAAAAww/YjnVOCUEa5E/s320/20090703_439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty sure she is chewing me out for something here...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7H9-HLamI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vM7m1yj17jQ/s1600-h/20090703_217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354436874449152610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7H9-HLamI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vM7m1yj17jQ/s320/20090703_217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who doesn't love a gal in pink boots? (or Boo-ITS, as Scarlett calls them) &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/3983589121926907205-6797363366222974264?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6797363366222974264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=6797363366222974264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6797363366222974264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6797363366222974264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/Sk7JiaZipgI/AAAAAAAAAxI/B48AJk0eK7g/s72-c/20090703_640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-5926005046957562770</id><published>2009-04-27T07:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:04:47.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE MISS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T BELEIVE YOU ARE TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWs0W7OPPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/m3fk6ccggU0/s1600-h/scarlett%27s+second+b-day+290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329355749570002162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWs0W7OPPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/m3fk6ccggU0/s320/scarlett%27s+second+b-day+290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWsetbCaqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Nk-7Lo_Moi0/s1600-h/scarlett%27s+second+b-day+297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329355377651903138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWsetbCaqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Nk-7Lo_Moi0/s320/scarlett%27s+second+b-day+297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWsWtI7YdI/AAAAAAAAAjY/C3joOPX6jo4/s1600-h/scarlett%27s+second+b-day+292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329355240136991186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWsWtI7YdI/AAAAAAAAAjY/C3joOPX6jo4/s320/scarlett%27s+second+b-day+292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-5926005046957562770?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5926005046957562770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=5926005046957562770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/5926005046957562770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/5926005046957562770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-little-miss.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE MISS!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWs0W7OPPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/m3fk6ccggU0/s72-c/scarlett%27s+second+b-day+290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-5482999655450659966</id><published>2009-04-27T07:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:59:06.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is April REALLY almost over????</title><content type='html'>I cannot beleive it is almost May!!!!!!!  HOW CAN THAT BE?  I am glad, however, that the weather is leveling out -- I had my fill of cold weather this past winter.  Bring on the SUNSHINE!  Here are a few pics of little miss -- growing like a weed, saying a new word every day, and is officially a 2 year old (the 'terrible' part hasn't happened quite yet, but I am on guard!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWrVOdRydI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Fh-6GIj_ZQc/s1600-h/easter+morning+09+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329354115209349586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWrVOdRydI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Fh-6GIj_ZQc/s320/easter+morning+09+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWq2BUQdhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZAMm8pnEiPU/s1600-h/hunter+play+date+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329353579105908242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWq2BUQdhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZAMm8pnEiPU/s320/hunter+play+date+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWqoxHTc5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/OFlTmAPEVRQ/s1600-h/spring+april+09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329353351418311570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWqoxHTc5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/OFlTmAPEVRQ/s320/spring+april+09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-5482999655450659966?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5482999655450659966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=5482999655450659966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/5482999655450659966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/5482999655450659966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-april-really-almost-over.html' title='Is April REALLY almost over????'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWrVOdRydI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Fh-6GIj_ZQc/s72-c/easter+morning+09+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-2805271163293669559</id><published>2009-04-27T07:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:52:11.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Cracker Barrel</title><content type='html'>Seriously - this kid loves the C.B.! If we drive by, she screams "I'unt Kicken'!".  (translated: I want chicken!).  It is a little sad to me that she KNOWS this place so well.  We always have to rock on the front porch, find the bubble display (which is why we own about 4 or 5 bubble blowers), color, and play the peg game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWoyrAqN5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/tXnwVYNr1aQ/s1600-h/spring+april+09+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329351322555266962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWoyrAqN5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/tXnwVYNr1aQ/s320/spring+april+09+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWoqV8TLwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KxLgD_Z1aYs/s1600-h/spring+april+09+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329351179460882178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWoqV8TLwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/KxLgD_Z1aYs/s320/spring+april+09+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWog9qQ2VI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ltl6TwI-oTg/s1600-h/spring+april+09+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329351018323958098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWog9qQ2VI/AAAAAAAAAio/Ltl6TwI-oTg/s320/spring+april+09+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-2805271163293669559?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2805271163293669559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=2805271163293669559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2805271163293669559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2805271163293669559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-cracker-barrel.html' title='Ode to Cracker Barrel'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SfWoyrAqN5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/tXnwVYNr1aQ/s72-c/spring+april+09+083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-596542287358302413</id><published>2009-03-18T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:30:46.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScG794aPlwI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YMQBYsupVqs/s1600-h/end+of+march+118+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314735707062769410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScG794aPlwI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YMQBYsupVqs/s320/end+of+march+118+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to post this picture of my big girl.  When I told her to look at me and say "cheese" it almost made me gasp -- all this time I have seen her as a baby.  Today, she is a big girl.  They really do grow up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3983589121926907205-596542287358302413?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/596542287358302413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=596542287358302413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/596542287358302413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/596542287358302413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-big-girl.html' title='My Big Girl'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScG794aPlwI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YMQBYsupVqs/s72-c/end+of+march+118+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-4876574967832164490</id><published>2009-03-18T10:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:18:26.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Randomness</title><content type='html'>We have nothing exciting to report lately (guess that is a good thing). Scarlett had tubes put in her ears -- YIPPEE!!! She has battled ear infections since October and finally in late Feb we had the surgery. She is speaking MUCH clearer and says a new word or sentence everyday, so I guess it was a good decision!!!!! AND she doesn't constantly walk around shaking her poor little head and screaming -- DOUBLE yay! I have a few pics of what we have all been up to lately - the first is Kacy Alyn (can't believe she is 16 years old) at the sweetheart ball with Jeremy. I just think she is so beautiful -- you can see for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314557268845535650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEZraQCIaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Cn_e8VI9Pfo/s320/IMG_7367%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Kacy and Jeremy -- wish she still thought I was a cool aunt!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEZJtDvQFI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DgVY28o0kSg/s1600-h/march+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314556689778688082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEZJtDvQFI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DgVY28o0kSg/s320/march+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scarlett trying on my new boots -- she loves shoes (like her momma!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love that cute little belly (momma's is NOT so cute!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314560851258605282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEc77x3fuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qgRxN2wAy-Y/s320/march+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it ever too early in a girl's life to sunbathe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEX0Hz5ykI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SAD3pd6yY0Y/s1600-h/march+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314555219491277378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEX0Hz5ykI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SAD3pd6yY0Y/s320/march+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been SO pretty outside lately and we LOVE it!!  This girl could live outside.  She does NOT understand why she can't go 'wing' (swing) and 'wide' (slide) when it is raining or freezing!! She loves to play in her daddy's jeep.  I am pretty sure that thing hasn't been cleaned out in years - no telling the diseases lurking in there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEWHu5GBfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EC02YAXwEF4/s1600-h/457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314553357376292338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEWHu5GBfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/EC02YAXwEF4/s320/457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scarlett loves aunt B's dog 'co-co-not' (coconut) - poor little dog gets stickers put on her and is chased and tortured, all from the hands of  little miss Scarlett.   Scarlett just wants to hug her -- coconut doesn't quite get it :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEVvHPm0NI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vYITzmNV4Cg/s1600-h/334+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552934416437458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEVvHPm0NI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vYITzmNV4Cg/s320/334+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally - a picture with her mam.  A picture of Scarlett smiling is rare, so I had to post it!!  &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/3983589121926907205-4876574967832164490?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4876574967832164490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=4876574967832164490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4876574967832164490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4876574967832164490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/total-randomness.html' title='Total Randomness'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ScEZraQCIaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Cn_e8VI9Pfo/s72-c/IMG_7367%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-8284250206367667345</id><published>2009-01-17T21:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:43:53.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scarlett had her first BIG KID birthday party today -- on the downtown trolley of all places! We had a great time. Scarlett didn't really show much excitement, just did her usual walking around and staring at people. I think she was scouting out who she wanted to talk to and she finally settled in with Sam's grandparents and made herself right at home! Here are some pics of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKjbSOAAoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/657qj7N1fkA/s1600-h/jan+09+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292472201256108674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKjbSOAAoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/657qj7N1fkA/s320/jan+09+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her one moment of true joy -- she finally got her hands on the balloons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKjPkxpr7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/pPCuwOeTvyE/s1600-h/jan+09+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292472000079048626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKjPkxpr7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/pPCuwOeTvyE/s320/jan+09+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buddies Cole, Ellie, Scarlett, and Miles (or My-poo, as Scarlett calls him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKjDWv1HUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e7f_I00osi8/s1600-h/jan+09+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292471790154882370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKjDWv1HUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e7f_I00osi8/s320/jan+09+171.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and Scarlett &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(do you like our lovely hair thingys??  she INSISTED on wearing all three - and so it begins!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKiudZdfhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/sm1Fs-nERvE/s1600-h/jan+09+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292471431162854930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKiudZdfhI/AAAAAAAAAgM/sm1Fs-nERvE/s320/jan+09+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from the back of the trolley. They really are beautiful!&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/3983589121926907205-8284250206367667345?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8284250206367667345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=8284250206367667345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/8284250206367667345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/8284250206367667345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2009/01/sams-2nd-birthday.html' title='Sam&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SXKjbSOAAoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/657qj7N1fkA/s72-c/jan+09+123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-4945115898441816974</id><published>2008-12-29T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:31:21.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas this year.  The weather was gorgeous which made Mam very happy (we were able to get out of her house!).  Scarlett was a little overwhelmed while opening presents so we were still opening presents (all books though) last night!  She woke up with Santa underneath the tree and knew something was up.  She hid behind the tree and peeked around (a: because she was wondering why her house was SOOOOO clean and  b: because there were crazy things by her "tee").  She did get her pic taken with Santa this year and was so happy to do so!  I have to scan the picture and post it later.  Here is a little sample of our day........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj4jCNyUPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Q6uFY6l0v1w/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285247443493081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj4jCNyUPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Q6uFY6l0v1w/s320/Christmas+2008+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Backyardigans on top of the piano were a big hit!  The bench to the piano has now been put away.  We knew it wouldn't be the safest thing to have around, and boy were we right - she went right for that thing standing and crawling on top of the piano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj4GzgQPII/AAAAAAAAAf8/oQbDHurIgUY/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+243+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246958507670658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj4GzgQPII/AAAAAAAAAf8/oQbDHurIgUY/s320/Christmas+2008+243+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing Mam's piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj3y5pQBSI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UinMQJipDXg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246616558634274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj3y5pQBSI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UinMQJipDXg/s320/Christmas+2008+315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is not a baby anymore!  She was climbing the slide and going down by herself  (after Uncle Marc taught her all the tricks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj3FoeWQVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/urIM3V3zWwM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285245838855389522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj3FoeWQVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/urIM3V3zWwM/s320/Christmas+2008+327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thinking she is a big girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj22g7nk9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/FRTwQDd9Izo/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285245579132638162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj22g7nk9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/FRTwQDd9Izo/s320/Christmas+2008+323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least she is feet first.  Somewhere along the way she got the idea to go down head first! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj1_6rWXNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/n3LgSLYFkPM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285244641150917842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj1_6rWXNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/n3LgSLYFkPM/s320/Christmas+2008+387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to go to bed - wouldn't really keep the hat on, so this is the only pic we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj0377OmhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jKADdEvH5V4/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243404535372306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj0377OmhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jKADdEvH5V4/s320/Christmas+2008+413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day at Memaw Hasley's house tearing into a present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-4945115898441816974?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4945115898441816974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=4945115898441816974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4945115898441816974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4945115898441816974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SVj4jCNyUPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Q6uFY6l0v1w/s72-c/Christmas+2008+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-1091531676379704138</id><published>2008-12-18T20:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:48:37.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlett's first school Christmas party</title><content type='html'>Scarlett started Mother's Day Out this fall -- she goes two times a week for several hours in the morning. I was very hesitant about it (thanks Aunt B for making me do it!). There are many upsides to "school". She actually is learning some things that I know I didn't teach her. She is also learning how to interact with other kids, which I guess will serve her well down the line. The downside is, of course, germs. I know, I know -- she will get these illnesses sooner or later, but the poor thing has had one thing after another (well, usually a cold/cough followed by an ear infection -- 4 to be exact!). As I type this I am listening to her over the baby monitor breathe through a very stuffy nose with the intermittent cough. Let's just hope and pray that we aren't cleaning tonight's dinner out of her bed cuz she gags while coughing -- that seems to be her specialty! Anyway -- here are a couple of pics of her Christmas party today. She didn't care one iota about those cupcakes. She put her finger on the icing, made a little "huh" sound, and went straight to the goldfish. Maybe she ISN'T like her momma after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsJl-_1BxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1YcPNaw19V4/s1600-h/december+08+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281325536192562962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsJl-_1BxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1YcPNaw19V4/s320/december+08+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsJfi1Fa5I/AAAAAAAAAes/prGqNweRGuU/s1600-h/december+08+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281325425552092050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsJfi1Fa5I/AAAAAAAAAes/prGqNweRGuU/s320/december+08+134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; F.Y.I -- that is NOT her bottle -- that belongs to a sibling of her classmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-1091531676379704138?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1091531676379704138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=1091531676379704138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1091531676379704138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1091531676379704138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/scarletts-first-school-christmas-party.html' title='Scarlett&apos;s first school Christmas party'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsJl-_1BxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1YcPNaw19V4/s72-c/december+08+131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-1883883002333613482</id><published>2008-12-18T20:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:50:11.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo says the funniest things (I guess!)</title><content type='html'>There is one book that Scarlett wants to read -- Melmo (elmo), of course! This is a book from Valentine's day that she still eats the corners off of (disgusting, I know...... what do you do?). She will grab that book and look very serious for awhile, then laugh like she knows Elmo just said something hilarious. It really is cute. I think I might just have to go to the bookstore and get her a few Elmo books to open for Christmas. Here she is at a point in the book where Elmo is being funny...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsIWnLaoJI/AAAAAAAAAek/Z7X5C7gnSkM/s1600-h/december+08+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281324172589047954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsIWnLaoJI/AAAAAAAAAek/Z7X5C7gnSkM/s320/december+08+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsIQfNJayI/AAAAAAAAAec/tIzAPJAsV48/s1600-h/december+08+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281324067369610018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsIQfNJayI/AAAAAAAAAec/tIzAPJAsV48/s320/december+08+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-1883883002333613482?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1883883002333613482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=1883883002333613482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1883883002333613482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1883883002333613482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/elmo-says-funniest-things-i-guess.html' title='Elmo says the funniest things (I guess!)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsIWnLaoJI/AAAAAAAAAek/Z7X5C7gnSkM/s72-c/december+08+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-7294038082710191013</id><published>2008-12-18T20:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:29:20.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning hair</title><content type='html'>All of you out there with curly hair will feel Scarlett's pain -- the dreaded morning!!  After 11-12 hours in the bed, Miss Scarlett wakes up with the craziest "do".  The day before this picture was taken she had her flu shot and her daddy bought her this "welcome baby girl" balloon in the gift shop cuz' she was still a little whiny (umm....  wrapped around her finger maybe???).  She loves "boons" so her daddy thought it would make her feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsGKrWNz4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/dyL9oAr6qg4/s1600-h/december+08+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281321768526401410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsGKrWNz4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/dyL9oAr6qg4/s320/december+08+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-7294038082710191013?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7294038082710191013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=7294038082710191013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7294038082710191013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7294038082710191013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning-hair.html' title='Morning hair'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SUsGKrWNz4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/dyL9oAr6qg4/s72-c/december+08+117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-668789913710073916</id><published>2008-12-08T21:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:40:14.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Christmas.........</title><content type='html'>I am done decorating for Christmas (whew....) -- but, I must admit I ONLY did the bare minimum this year.  With Scarlett and her little nosey ways I just couldn't imagine getting out all the decor just to have it broken.  SO, this year everything is different.  The tree doesn't have ANY of the breakable ornaments on it -- just big ole' balls that have already stood up to her test!  She walks by sometimes, screams "ball" and grabs it/throws it overhanded as hard as she can.  It all happens so fast I just can't get there in time!  The first time she did it I knew I had made the right decision on the tree decorations!  These may have to last for many years (I guess I will have to continue on through more kiddos!).  Not much to say except for I am ready to see how she reacts to presents underneath the tree.  I have nothing wrapped and I am not in any hurry to tempt her further.  Hope everyone is having a great holiday season so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3m_H5zkkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LW0geE5TxxU/s1600-h/december+2008+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277628310475739714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3m_H5zkkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LW0geE5TxxU/s320/december+2008+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is -- the Todder Safe Tree!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3mUUQ8rbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/xeLXvKayya8/s1600-h/december+2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277627575059656114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3mUUQ8rbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/xeLXvKayya8/s320/december+2008+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3mNCtAb7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/aPEpI2EuqbQ/s1600-h/december+2008+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277627450086420402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3mNCtAb7I/AAAAAAAAAd0/aPEpI2EuqbQ/s320/december+2008+200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3lHZ4f77I/AAAAAAAAAds/pCmaSkNioTk/s1600-h/december+2008+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277626253717794738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3lHZ4f77I/AAAAAAAAAds/pCmaSkNioTk/s320/december+2008+194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This doesn't look like the face of innocence -- maybe Santa needs to look into this!&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/3983589121926907205-668789913710073916?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/668789913710073916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=668789913710073916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/668789913710073916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/668789913710073916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/ready-for-christmas.html' title='Ready for Christmas.........'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/ST3m_H5zkkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LW0geE5TxxU/s72-c/december+2008+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-6903599847778183376</id><published>2008-12-01T21:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:37:31.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' on the railroad (well, dressing BEAUTIFULLY and playing on the tracks)</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling so well lately, but I had a moment today where all the pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; were working simultaneously (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;) so Scarlett got all dolled up, thanks to her oh-so-hideous mother who hasn't showered in days (um, I digress....) and we went to the train tracks for some pics. I am trying my best to get the perfect Christmas card shot. I don't think we got it today -- MAN was it cold -- like I said, we haven't been out of the house in days and I had absolutely no idea how chilly the wind is. These particular railroad tracks are a few miles from my house and are inactive so there is NO threat of having to jump ship in a life-or-death situation. And, no threat of really ticking off the engineer of a train who would shoot ugly glances at me for using the dangerous tracks as my playground! Anyway, we spent about 10 minutes there and I came right home and got in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; again. here is a sample of our fun........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STSrYwZ4OgI/AAAAAAAAAdc/b_046IAEP-I/s1600-h/railroad+play+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275029505356347906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STSrYwZ4OgI/AAAAAAAAAdc/b_046IAEP-I/s320/railroad+play+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't quite know what that face is, but I like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STSrQzdp8mI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PYc9_Tzp1ik/s1600-h/railroad+play+042+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275029368738542178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STSrQzdp8mI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PYc9_Tzp1ik/s320/railroad+play+042+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves her some rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STSrHCvLgeI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fwFI9rdGqDc/s1600-h/railroad+play+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275029201039884770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STSrHCvLgeI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fwFI9rdGqDc/s320/railroad+play+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't know quite what to think -- she didn't sit for long, though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-6903599847778183376?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6903599847778183376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=6903599847778183376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6903599847778183376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6903599847778183376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/workin-on-railroad-well-dressing.html' title='Workin&apos; on the railroad (well, dressing BEAUTIFULLY and playing on the tracks)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STSrYwZ4OgI/AAAAAAAAAdc/b_046IAEP-I/s72-c/railroad+play+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-6121316979396590451</id><published>2008-11-30T15:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:58:34.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and all the other stuff</title><content type='html'>We had a great Thanksgiving feast in Arkadelphia at Mam's house. We had the traditional fare -- WAY too much food (and sweets!). Scarlett just munched on some Turkey and, the good ole' standby, strawberries. While she napped all the other grandkids and their cool moms (and their cool aunt - ME) went to the 'secret playground' -- a.k.a the Perritt playground. The Perritt nature trail ends in my parent's backyard (I still can't believe I was allowed to walk it by myself - that would NEVER happen today!) which was pretty cool when I was 10 years old! Anyway - not much to say -- here are some pics of our day.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274572595801746850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STML1HrF7aI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5h3tlftjqLE/s320/Thanksgiving2008+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giving her best CHEEEESE face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STMLRLya4aI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6xOgonhbboc/s1600-h/Thanksgiving2008+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274571978430931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STMLRLya4aI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6xOgonhbboc/s320/Thanksgiving2008+153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kacy Alyn - can't believe she is so old......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STMK5cCkTCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/FEkSYMfyNfs/s1600-h/Thanksgiving2008+110+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274571570476764194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STMK5cCkTCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/FEkSYMfyNfs/s320/Thanksgiving2008+110+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ainsley twirling Sarah and Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STMKOxqU7bI/AAAAAAAAAbo/goggiNQ10dM/s1600-h/Thanksgiving2008+035+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274570837546298802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STMKOxqU7bI/AAAAAAAAAbo/goggiNQ10dM/s320/Thanksgiving2008+035+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John Clark played was such a good babysitter!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-6121316979396590451?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6121316979396590451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=6121316979396590451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6121316979396590451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6121316979396590451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Thanksgiving and all the other stuff'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/STML1HrF7aI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5h3tlftjqLE/s72-c/Thanksgiving2008+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-2556182279857096914</id><published>2008-11-24T12:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:04:00.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad to have a break from the freezing cold weather!  Scarlett is finally feeling better (she gave her yuck to me, though -- so happy she is sharing!) so we went outside to play a little.  Just had to post a quick pic from all the fun -- we rolled in the grass (many, many times) and got very, very dirty.  That seems to make it all the more fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSr5yO-Ve8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/UFpL1Zi-r14/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272300955198913474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSr5yO-Ve8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/UFpL1Zi-r14/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is now one of my favorite all time pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3983589121926907205-2556182279857096914?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2556182279857096914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=2556182279857096914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2556182279857096914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2556182279857096914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSr5yO-Ve8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/UFpL1Zi-r14/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-7930940709569033459</id><published>2008-11-21T23:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:39:46.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November is FLYING by!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how fast this year has flown by!  I realized today that in 5 months I will have a TWO year old!  The past 19 months have been so much fun (and so scary at the same time, if that makes any sense.....).  She is talking so much more now and she actually KNOWS what she is saying.  She interacts with everyone -- we can't make it out of Wal-Mart without saying 'hi' to absolutely everyone.  She is a climber - and I mean a CLIMBER!!!!  The Kid is really going to get hurt someday.  OHH - and she is the nosiest little thing with absolutely no fear (umm, the 'no fear' thing is 100% her father - I was a mucho fearful.  The nosy thing - lets just say it runs in my family!).  She loves shoes, well, actually she adores shoes.  We watch a LOT of Backyardigans (we just call it 'pablo' for short - she actually kisses the t.v. nite-nite -- very, very cute).   I guess she is turning into a little person right before my very eyes - I LOVE what I see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeYHQ2rNgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DPd6d_h78l0/s1600-h/nov+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271349139411252738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeYHQ2rNgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DPd6d_h78l0/s320/nov+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Miss Scarlett in the bouncy seat (yes, the BOUNCY seat).  It is now her recliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeX7-43mSI/AAAAAAAAAao/L39MwEus8t0/s1600-h/november+2008+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271348945610053922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeX7-43mSI/AAAAAAAAAao/L39MwEus8t0/s320/november+2008+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These 'earrings' are actually princess Christmas ornaments that Mam put on her -&lt;br /&gt;I think she liked them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeXvdNgNKI/AAAAAAAAAag/4hG89kvRwmE/s1600-h/november+2008+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271348730411365538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeXvdNgNKI/AAAAAAAAAag/4hG89kvRwmE/s320/november+2008+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OHH - did I mention she can read??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeXeC_JypI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Aohmfaqf2Vs/s1600-h/november+2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271348431314078354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeXeC_JypI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Aohmfaqf2Vs/s320/november+2008+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She LOVES to wipe stuff on her face (pictured is Desitin) -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is not picky, though -- she likes lotion, tooth paste, shampoo.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-7930940709569033459?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7930940709569033459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=7930940709569033459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7930940709569033459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7930940709569033459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-is-flying-by.html' title='November is FLYING by!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeYHQ2rNgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/DPd6d_h78l0/s72-c/nov+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-1274958940597999962</id><published>2008-11-21T23:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:22:29.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting with Daddy</title><content type='html'>Well, it is hunting season again. If you know Dillard, then you know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where to find him (somewhere in Open Banks would be MY guess). Miss Scarlett and I just hang back, usually at Mam's or Memaw's house playing and eating while daddy goes out and does all the dirty work. Of course, Miss Scarlett has the perfect outfit ready for "daddy and me" pictures with dead animals. So, we dress her in her camo bibs and take some pics. I don't think she really cared for the deer and I took her away before the skinnin' started -- since I have no idea what really goes through that mind of hers I would prefer to wait a few years for that.  Below is a picture with daddy's 10 point (good job, daddy!). She did grab the horns (my picture of that is fuzzy - really am about to break down and get a new camera, but that is a different story) and, of course being the germaphobic nurse that I am, I germ-ex'd her hands appropriately. She was actually sick the day of these pics which would explain the look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeUrTtzqbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SW6EG-8RPc4/s1600-h/november+2008+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271345360608143794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeUrTtzqbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SW6EG-8RPc4/s320/november+2008+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't she look THRILLED???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeUAcANruI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lNnHFUN9zfs/s1600-h/HUNTING+WITH+DADDY+222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271344624098455266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeUAcANruI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lNnHFUN9zfs/s320/HUNTING+WITH+DADDY+222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wasn't about to look at the camera!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-1274958940597999962?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1274958940597999962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=1274958940597999962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1274958940597999962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1274958940597999962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/hunting-with-daddy.html' title='Hunting with Daddy'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SSeUrTtzqbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SW6EG-8RPc4/s72-c/november+2008+095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-574899049744573710</id><published>2008-10-31T21:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:03:18.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet!!</title><content type='html'>I will be very honest -- I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dressing Scarlett in her costume and taking her trick-or-treating. I just knew that since it was bedtime, etc..., that she would be a very angry bumblebee. To my suprise, she had a BALL!!! Ainsley and Scarlett were both bumblebees - yet, getting them to pose together and smile at the same time was not in the cards, but oh well. Coconut (the dog) was also a bumblebee - it would have been cuter if a) the kids would pose and b) the dog would sit still and pose with the kids. I had such a cute picture worked out in my head. Needless to say, it didn't happen and I had to take what I could get. We went to Aunt B and Uncle Marc's house and lots of kiddos were there. Of course, Grace and Sarah were there (I only got one pic of Grace and NONE of Sarah - hope her mother did). Sam and Miles (my-pooh) went trick-or-treating with us and we had a ball. They were so cute - of course, they don't know the etiquette involved in halloween yet (ya know, you knock but DON'T go in the house.... they were all to eager to invite themselves in!). Here are a few pics of the fun.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvDQl5hZ0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/XHPeNqmwvI8/s1600-h/halloween+2008+014+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515279331256130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvDQl5hZ0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/XHPeNqmwvI8/s320/halloween+2008+014+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the best I was going to get of Ainsley and Scarlett. There was too much going on (the bonfire and s'mores makin') to sit still for the crazy camera lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvDKXm1BWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FkLqUtl1Yz0/s1600-h/halloween+2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515172415538530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvDKXm1BWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/FkLqUtl1Yz0/s320/halloween+2008+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ONLY way I was going to get Coconut and Scarlett together in their bumblebee costumes was to have someone hold the both of them. This was about as loving as it got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvC1-tlEfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/E63B5zeYegc/s1600-h/halloween+2008+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263514822135583218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvC1-tlEfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/E63B5zeYegc/s320/halloween+2008+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was SO dark outside that we didn't even realize Scarlett had lost her shoe (on about the 3rd house, and we went to quite a few!!). Daddy and Mr. Robert went on a search after we got home and luckily found it. I was editing my pictures and realized that she only has one shoe on in most of the pictures..... oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvCrYX_1jI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BAajYDGEAZQ/s1600-h/halloween+2008+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263514640045823538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvCrYX_1jI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BAajYDGEAZQ/s320/halloween+2008+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam, Scarlett, and Miles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(my-pooh as we will lovingly call him now, thanks to Scarlett)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were lucky to get a few shots of the three of them together - they were doing all they could to smile through the extreme exhaustion!&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/3983589121926907205-574899049744573710?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/574899049744573710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=574899049744573710' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/574899049744573710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/574899049744573710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQvDQl5hZ0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/XHPeNqmwvI8/s72-c/halloween+2008+014+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-4450627497164594914</id><published>2008-10-31T14:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:38:31.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys and little ole' ME</title><content type='html'>We went to the playground with our friends this morning. Scarlett was so cute - all the way there I told her we were going to play with Sam and Miles. She kept repeating Sam's name, but I still can't understand exactly how she was saying it. I have always called Miles "Miles-ee-poo", so she was saying "my-pooh". I thought that was so sweet. Anyway, it was a beautiful morning and Scarlett was just where she wanted to be -- OUTSIDE!! The girl would eat/sleep/breathe the outdoors if I would let her! Here are some pics -- my favorite is the last one - she is actually ASLEEP in the high chair - sitting up, I might add!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtauG6fwCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Y076tdkJSlY/s1600-h/play+date+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263400337689002018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtauG6fwCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Y076tdkJSlY/s320/play+date+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at our crazy hair!! Every time she would go down the slide it would be standing straight up on the top of her head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtam07f_RI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-B1bg2BAUwA/s1600-h/play+date+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263400212602289426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtam07f_RI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-B1bg2BAUwA/s320/play+date+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is "my-pooh" trying to get Scarlett OUT of the back of his car! One day he will be begging girls to get IN his car - but whatever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtad-rz7lI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5BfRTWjklPo/s1600-h/play+date+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263400060602019410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtad-rz7lI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5BfRTWjklPo/s320/play+date+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks like Sam is trying to read his map while Scarlett yells at him (typical male/female stuff there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtaW_a_QAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3FbzRUZ1Jn4/s1600-h/play+date+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263399940540809218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtaW_a_QAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/3FbzRUZ1Jn4/s320/play+date+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND - here she is when I was making her lunch. She was POOPED!!! I snapped this picture and the flash woke her up. She was NOT happy with me! &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/3983589121926907205-4450627497164594914?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4450627497164594914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=4450627497164594914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4450627497164594914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4450627497164594914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys-and-little-ole-me.html' title='The boys and little ole&apos; ME'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQtauG6fwCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Y076tdkJSlY/s72-c/play+date+100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-5924921336727949972</id><published>2008-10-26T19:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:45:18.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy October!!</title><content type='html'>Scarlett turned 18 months old this month -- EIGHTEEN MONTHS!!! This past year+ has flown by so fast! Everyone told me this would happen (now, I see why people have more than one child!). We are having the best time with her - she imitates absolutely everything we do and has such a little personality. She has a LOT of Dillard in her. Throwing fits seems to be our specialty at the first sign of something not going her way. And for those of you saying "Dillard had a temper??" YES - Dillard had quite the temper as a toddler so I am told. Very hard for me to believe, too, but moving on...... We have been enjoying the fall weather and Scarlett now will say "outside" and then after a few mumble-bumble phrases you can understand the word "shoes". All this means I want to go outside and I must put on my shoes (she gets her love of shoes from her mommy!) Here is some of the fun we have had this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUULWGoSZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2rpFtrO1_f4/s1600-h/random+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261633924796795282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUULWGoSZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2rpFtrO1_f4/s320/random+162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This will have to do for our family portrait this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUT8oFBlGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Avkl_H6yAPs/s1600-h/random+160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261633671923864674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUT8oFBlGI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Avkl_H6yAPs/s320/random+160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My blue-eyed girl (and NO - I didn't do ANY color enhancement on this one!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUTohqgSgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ACnSnhbM4qg/s1600-h/october+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261633326604634626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUTohqgSgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ACnSnhbM4qg/s320/october+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just waitin' for the pig races to start at the pumpkin patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUTZqUJLtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YC5FoyYKgFs/s1600-h/october+066+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261633071228726994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUTZqUJLtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YC5FoyYKgFs/s320/october+066+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is so sweet! Ainsley says "hers my best friend". I hope they are always this cute and sweet to each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUTHMHsdJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1bmMuNanzOI/s1600-h/october+078+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261632753885803666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUTHMHsdJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/1bmMuNanzOI/s320/october+078+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picking out our pumpkin! She just kept calling them balls. Oh well, plenty of time for education later - it was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&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/3983589121926907205-5924921336727949972?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5924921336727949972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=5924921336727949972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/5924921336727949972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/5924921336727949972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-october.html' title='Busy October!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SQUULWGoSZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2rpFtrO1_f4/s72-c/random+162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-3005416859204065259</id><published>2008-10-24T13:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:25:04.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait Giveaway!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just LOVE free stuff, especially COOL stuff!  I found this blog (good thing I was stalking Christy's blog!!) and the artist is giving away a free portrait.  I think a watercolor portrait of Scarlett would be just divine!  So - log on and enter (there is a button/link on my sidebar).  I might just have to talk Scarlett's daddy into getting one made anyway -OR- I could just have it done and tell him I did it - he would think I was full of hidden talents!!!  I will upload some pics soon - we had a computer mishap and ALL my pictures are now safely stored elsewhere - we came close to losing photographic proof of Scarlett's existence!  I am now motivated to get hard copies of all the pictures that have been hanging out in cyberspace!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-3005416859204065259?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3005416859204065259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=3005416859204065259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/3005416859204065259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/3005416859204065259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/portrait-giveaway.html' title='Portrait Giveaway!!!!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-7758493879096773647</id><published>2008-10-01T14:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:32:23.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with my boyfriends</title><content type='html'>Scarlett absolutely does NOT like to sit at home.  About 9:30 a.m. if we have not already been outside, she will find some shoes (hers, mine, or Dillard's - does not really matter), put them on and try her best to open the door to the outside world.  Today we went with Miles and Sam to the playground at church.  She had a great time - except for the hissy fit(s) thrown in here and there.  She is really a quiet child.  She just follows kids around and observes - but I guess her parents aren't the most talkative people around.  Here are a couple of pics of the day.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SOPOIDRLzbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/McdqG17Da9A/s1600-h/20081001_98.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252268228155788722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SOPOIDRLzbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/McdqG17Da9A/s320/20081001_98.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Miles and Sam (well, the back of Sam's head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SOPN5S4r-YI/AAAAAAAAAX0/S-xsnN7yElU/s1600-h/20081001_101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252267974649969026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SOPN5S4r-YI/AAAAAAAAAX0/S-xsnN7yElU/s320/20081001_101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlett and Miles coming out of the slide -- poor little things tried to climb up the slide but did not succeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-7758493879096773647?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7758493879096773647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=7758493879096773647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7758493879096773647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7758493879096773647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-with-my-boyfriends.html' title='Playing with my boyfriends'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SOPOIDRLzbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/McdqG17Da9A/s72-c/20081001_98.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-330122192766358292</id><published>2008-09-24T13:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:08:06.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in Arkeedo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; A few days ago Scarlett woke up happy enough, but when her daddy left she turned on me! When there was no improvement noted by 9:00 a.m. I packed a bag for the day, put the whiner in the car seat (after we put on the tutu, of course), and drove to Arkadelphia. We stopped by the Hasley's (see pic with Pepaw. Sorry Memaw, we didn't get any pictures with you - we will have to next time). Scarlett had a great time and even Aunt Michelle got a few hugs. We went to Mam and Paw's house all by ourselves because they were working, but Paw did come home to watch Backyardigan's with Scarlett. After her nap, we went to Mam's Candy Store (a.k.a the OBU bookstore - Grace used to call it Mam's Candy Store, and so the name has stuck). She had a great time walking up the stairs, especially the little stairs in front of the student center - she could do those all by herself. She walked around campus like she belonged there. There was one girl laying in the grass studying and little miss nosy walked up and just stared. I often wonder what goes through her little mind!!! We finally ended our day and had to get home to see daddy. Glad we got out of the house - don't know if I could have withstood the day of whining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664761287068258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqOSVZmymI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gTXGRxkn3UA/s320/20080924_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once she realized Pepaw's chair made noises, she was more than happy to sit in his lap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664642722873954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqOLbtswmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5sWVrxwFS_A/s320/20080924_16+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loved "one, two, three"!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664431533931794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqN_I-VPRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ebp7vqVyvGg/s320/20080924_14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Walking up the steps like a big girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249664281135786098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqN2YsnqHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/I3ARLq8FD5U/s320/20080924_18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, here is the girl studying.  Sorry 'girl-we-don't-know'.  I took this picture right before she looked up.  She is pretty special - she has now made the blog.  Scarlett is such a nosy little thang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-330122192766358292?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/330122192766358292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=330122192766358292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/330122192766358292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/330122192766358292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-in-arkeedo.html' title='A day in Arkeedo'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqOSVZmymI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gTXGRxkn3UA/s72-c/20080924_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-7721392676339511907</id><published>2008-09-21T21:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:13:14.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kacy and The Car</title><content type='html'>It is official - Kacy is all grown up!  I was 15 (one year younger than her) when she was born and now I feel OLD!  She was such a sweet little girl - such a girlie girl.  It never crossed my mind looking at that DRAMATIC four year-old in pig-tails that I would see the day she got her first car (and that it would come so soon!).  It isn't easy watching them grow up - AND - now that I know it actually happens, I can't stop thinking about this being John Clark, Grace, and so on..... (I don't want to even THINK about it being Scarlett................  ugh).  Well, here are a few pics of the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNcLHT_eQDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HfozpI6JnpQ/s1600-h/20080921_36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248676110977089586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNcLHT_eQDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HfozpI6JnpQ/s320/20080921_36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kacy Alyn and her ride (this SURE isn't the 1984 Prelude I had - but, I had a moon roof!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNcK6AKSy6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/MxLmyti6U0g/s1600-h/20080921_61+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248675882315467682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNcK6AKSy6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/MxLmyti6U0g/s320/20080921_61+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scarlett wanted in on the action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNcKmcsl8nI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IM8LomvI4iU/s1600-h/20080921_50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248675546378138226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNcKmcsl8nI/AAAAAAAAAWc/IM8LomvI4iU/s320/20080921_50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-7721392676339511907?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7721392676339511907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=7721392676339511907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7721392676339511907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7721392676339511907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/kacy-and-car.html' title='Kacy and The Car'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNcLHT_eQDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HfozpI6JnpQ/s72-c/20080921_36.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-993470045716699230</id><published>2008-09-20T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:48:23.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GO HOGS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Scarlett and cousin Ainsley came with us today to cheer for the HOGS at Mrs. Lauren and Mr. Josh's house. Her friend Hunter came (all dressed in his GATOR gear - uggghh), but he cried everytime I would hold him. Scarlett had a ball with Macy (their dog) -- I guess I am going to have to break down and get this child a pet. I did figure one thing out today -- Scarlett is not about to take a nap at any house that does not have a pack-and-play. I can NOT get her to lay with me in bed and go to sleep - maybe my next child will be a snuggler. We finally left and just drove around while she slept - but by that point the HOGS had lost the game.  We will continue to cheer for them - they need a couple of years to "rebuild"!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Hurry it up.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNWK6tVzc0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/4NdnugFS4ns/s1600-h/20080920_21+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248253681978274626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNWK6tVzc0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/4NdnugFS4ns/s320/20080920_21+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Little Razorback Cheerleader!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNWK2blPJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/fB57fmlaUV8/s1600-h/20080920_13+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248253608491689874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNWK2blPJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/fB57fmlaUV8/s320/20080920_13+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-993470045716699230?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/993470045716699230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=993470045716699230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/993470045716699230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/993470045716699230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-hogs.html' title='GO HOGS!!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNWK6tVzc0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/4NdnugFS4ns/s72-c/20080920_21+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-8444224740137256973</id><published>2008-09-19T13:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:27:26.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Immunization day.  uuggghhh.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was "shot" day.  We weigh 26 pounds and are 32 inches tall!!   I won't say much more, but...................&lt;br /&gt;Here is Scarlett BEFORE the shots sitting in the chair like a big girl --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP6c3Hm-4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SD5eGoIsloc/s1600-h/20080919_38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813364555905922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP6c3Hm-4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SD5eGoIsloc/s320/20080919_38.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND -- here is Scarlett AFTER the shots. I hope she didn't feel TOO&lt;br /&gt;betrayed by her mommy and daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP6WQfHdBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QR31lMQhuMk/s1600-h/20080919_40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247813251106305042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP6WQfHdBI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QR31lMQhuMk/s320/20080919_40.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP3eNTvxtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sB07J0_1QLY/s1600-h/20080919_41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247810089157379794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP3eNTvxtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sB07J0_1QLY/s320/20080919_41.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-8444224740137256973?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8444224740137256973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=8444224740137256973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/8444224740137256973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/8444224740137256973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/immunization-day-uuggghhh.html' title='Immunization day.  uuggghhh.............'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP6c3Hm-4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SD5eGoIsloc/s72-c/20080919_38.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-6743466417380452603</id><published>2008-09-19T13:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:58:30.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little goof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP05daqESI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9P_u0el6Su8/s1600-h/20080919_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247807258802917666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP05daqESI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9P_u0el6Su8/s320/20080919_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scarlett is really starting to have a good time playing lately.  She has figured out she can put this bucket on her head (and can see through it - even better) --  I will look up and just see the top of the bucket walking along behind the couch.  She is really starting to show her cute/funny side!  I had to take a few pictures the other day - could not resist!  I am pretty sure in the picture below that I am NOT supposed to have a bottle of infant's motrin within reach - she spotted it right away.  If she could just play with bottles of medicine all day long, she would be a happy girl!  Oh yeah - excuse the mess on the kitchen table - I had just unloaded some bags from Wal-mart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP0rRRGgHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Nvgo3rhqRQg/s1600-h/20080919_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247807015023444082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP0rRRGgHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Nvgo3rhqRQg/s320/20080919_14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-6743466417380452603?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6743466417380452603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=6743466417380452603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6743466417380452603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/6743466417380452603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-little-goof.html' title='Our little goof'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNP05daqESI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9P_u0el6Su8/s72-c/20080919_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-4887674728639935918</id><published>2008-09-14T22:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:47:19.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlett's first rain dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a Sunday School picnic at Lake Nixon this past Friday night - all was well (with the exception of 99.9% humidity!) until it started POURING down rain!  Luckily, we were underneath a pavilion, but the minute the rain started Scarlett bolted towards the great outdoors.  She had a ball playing around all soaking wet!  I can just hear my Mamaw yelling now how she is going to get pneumonia!  I just let her go and stripped her down before we got in the car.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3Zan0ivlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qW8MLSw42ZI/s1600-h/20080913_89.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246088192345685586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="152" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3Zan0ivlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qW8MLSw42ZI/s320/20080913_89.JPG" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s1600-h/20080913_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246088084052800626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s320/20080913_93.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3Zan0ivlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qW8MLSw42ZI/s1600-h/20080913_89.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s1600-h/20080913_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s1600-h/20080913_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s1600-h/20080913_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s1600-h/20080913_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s1600-h/20080913_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s1600-h/20080913_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3ZUUZgdHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VKOAS38twFM/s1600-h/20080913_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3983589121926907205-4887674728639935918?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4887674728639935918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=4887674728639935918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4887674728639935918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4887674728639935918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/scarletts-first-rain-dance.html' title='Scarlett&apos;s first rain dance!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3Zan0ivlI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qW8MLSw42ZI/s72-c/20080913_89.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-3093274504646208041</id><published>2008-09-14T22:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:52:47.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little (teething) princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246090612975325682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3bnhXn0fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mdED00nECy4/s320/20080913_28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had a rather uneventful September, which I guess is a good thing! Scarlett is teething - ONLY two more teeth left to come in (for awhile at least, according to the ADA dental chart I found online!). Teething has been a rather miserable experience for all involved. I know there is a tooth about to break through JUST by Scarlett's attitude - and the canine teeth have by FAR been the worst! Well, only two to go and one of those is coming any day now (please, oh PLEASE hurry!). And to top off her pain, I have to take her to get her 15 month immunizations this Friday - a little late, but we are getting them done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246086922035526642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3YQri_-_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/j9uBJfZ_9DY/s320/20080913_49.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have this too-cute tutu laying around our house and Scarlett LOVES to wear it (it is really cute when she wears her elmo houseshoes at the same time!) . I guess this is an upgrade from the hula skirt we were wearing! I can already tell we are going to have a princess on our hands - except for the fact that she "punched" a baby in church today! I guess she is going to be able to take care of herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246086467118739730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3X2M2YsRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VrGFFe_DQ_8/s320/20080913_46.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246086001429862050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3XbGBgVqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/2HfxE9Tn9EE/s320/20080913_25.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-3093274504646208041?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3093274504646208041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=3093274504646208041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/3093274504646208041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/3093274504646208041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-little-teething-princess.html' title='Our little (teething) princess'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SM3bnhXn0fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/mdED00nECy4/s72-c/20080913_28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-1525133985984486868</id><published>2008-09-01T22:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:16:14.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little lawn mower! (no - the mower was NOT on!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLyuhgDSybI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fsAjB2MOLY8/s1600-h/20080901_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241255956915079602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLyuhgDSybI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fsAjB2MOLY8/s320/20080901_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scarlett now KNOWS when she hears the lawn mower outside that it HAS to be her D-A-D-D-Y! She will run to the door repeating "dad-DEE, dad-DEE" with more excitement in her voice than I have EVER heard her say mommy - but - whatever! She had to go outside today and play while her daddy was mowing, I tried to keep her in the backyard while he was in the front, but that didn't work for long. Finally he turned the mower off (yes Mam, it was OFF in the picture!!!) so she could 'mow' the grass. It only interested her long enough for me to get a picture, then she realized it wasn't that much fun and went on to bigger and better things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-1525133985984486868?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1525133985984486868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=1525133985984486868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1525133985984486868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1525133985984486868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-little-lawn-mower-no-mower-was-not.html' title='Our little lawn mower! (no - the mower was NOT on!)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLyuhgDSybI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fsAjB2MOLY8/s72-c/20080901_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-8741743125787218496</id><published>2008-09-01T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:29:19.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Manners - WHO NEEDS EM'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLwz_V6IArI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SICv6xTuY_k/s1600-h/20080901_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241121229658129074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLwz_V6IArI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SICv6xTuY_k/s320/20080901_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought Scarlett her very own pink booster seat for the kitchen table. I guess I was hoping we could get rid of the high chair - but I don't think that is happening any time soon. The mess she makes at the high chair is at least containable! The mess at the kitchen table goes EVERYWHERE!!  She enjoyed her booster seat, but I don't like it yet.   Even though it has "safety straps" to hold her in, I had a feeling several times today during lunch that she was going to knock the whole chair over. So, for now, we will go back to the high chair and Scarlett will probably drag the booster into the living room -- what living room doesn't need a pretty pink chair?!?  Oh yeah - as you can see - we have a great time showing people the food in our mouth!  Everytime I would try to take a picture of her today, she would open up and let me see a little grilled cheese sandwich - YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-8741743125787218496?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8741743125787218496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=8741743125787218496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/8741743125787218496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/8741743125787218496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/table-manners-who-needs-em.html' title='Table Manners - WHO NEEDS EM&apos;?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLwz_V6IArI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SICv6xTuY_k/s72-c/20080901_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-2060854536791403078</id><published>2008-08-25T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:37:20.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Clark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLNP_A4y6LI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_hyA0mP3Bvc/s1600-h/20080825_34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238618735550589106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLNP_A4y6LI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_hyA0mP3Bvc/s320/20080825_34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scarlett's cousin John Clark came over to love on her today!  She had the greatest time with him - I guess I should start searching for a big brother!  Too bad he went back to Oklahoma this afternoon - we sure will miss him!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-2060854536791403078?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2060854536791403078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=2060854536791403078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2060854536791403078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2060854536791403078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-clark.html' title='John Clark'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLNP_A4y6LI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_hyA0mP3Bvc/s72-c/20080825_34.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-418973684099277484</id><published>2008-08-25T19:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:34:36.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm outta here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLNPGKmvT1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/JXnYjK_Gu9A/s1600-h/20080825_24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238617758906666834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLNPGKmvT1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/JXnYjK_Gu9A/s320/20080825_24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLNO-p01MbI/AAAAAAAAATs/xk5VOIqdi3s/s1600-h/20080825_23+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238617629848318386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLNO-p01MbI/AAAAAAAAATs/xk5VOIqdi3s/s320/20080825_23+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess Scarlett had enough of her boring mother this morning.  She brought me a hat and her backpack and threw a little fit until I put them on her.  Once she was "dressed", she grabbed her cheerios and stood by the backdoor.  I don't know exactly where she thought I was going to take her, but she eventually gave up.  She didn't take her outfit off for quite sometime!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-418973684099277484?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/418973684099277484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=418973684099277484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/418973684099277484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/418973684099277484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-outta-here.html' title='I&apos;m outta here!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SLNPGKmvT1I/AAAAAAAAAT0/JXnYjK_Gu9A/s72-c/20080825_24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-5495963195612892458</id><published>2008-08-18T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:46:12.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Takin' a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKmZPzGDaqI/AAAAAAAAATc/xeN6qstKyHg/s1600-h/20080818_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235884538487597730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKmZPzGDaqI/AAAAAAAAATc/xeN6qstKyHg/s200/20080818_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing my morning exercise and, of course, Scarlett felt she needed to be right there in the middle of it (you must know, she ignores me the rest of the time!). I did some lunges with an extra 25+ pounds in my arms, and it was NOT in the form of hand weights! I guess, as the picture shows, this wore her out. She scooted this booster seat over to her music mirror and pushed the buttons with her feet. She was really relaxin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-5495963195612892458?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5495963195612892458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=5495963195612892458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/5495963195612892458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/5495963195612892458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/takin-break.html' title='Takin&apos; a break'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKmZPzGDaqI/AAAAAAAAATc/xeN6qstKyHg/s72-c/20080818_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-717293628081961925</id><published>2008-08-17T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:31:49.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKh8o0j-XQI/AAAAAAAAATU/U0qmYs9X0mo/s1600-h/20080814_49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235571607564344578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKh8o0j-XQI/AAAAAAAAATU/U0qmYs9X0mo/s200/20080814_49.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I thought it would never happen. Over the past few months Scarlett has attempted to feed herself, but gets bored with it pretty quickly. She does great with fork - but I guess I have been the hold back on the spoon - ya know, I really don't look forward to cleaning food off of my walls! Well, since we were at Mam's house last weekend, I let her go for it (holding the yogurt while eating might have been a gamble with the floor, but Ainsley was doing it, so we had no choice!). She did really well - guess I have to let my baby girl grow up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-717293628081961925?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/717293628081961925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=717293628081961925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/717293628081961925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/717293628081961925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKh8o0j-XQI/AAAAAAAAATU/U0qmYs9X0mo/s72-c/20080814_49.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-4083072538401871963</id><published>2008-08-16T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:03:25.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKeU-PeqWqI/AAAAAAAAASI/dGfyxQ4iW4Q/s1600-h/20080816_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235316888869427874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKeU-PeqWqI/AAAAAAAAASI/dGfyxQ4iW4Q/s200/20080816_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came home from work tonight and Scarlett was pretty happy for a teething toddler! She had on this cow hat from Chick-Fil-A that Aunt Becca brought to her --- back in JULY!!! We have not been able to throw it away yet! Anyway, she had a great time in her daddy's lap WITH THE HAT ON! She is a pretty funny little gal (and she knows it!). I just had to put up a picture of her and all of her cuteness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-4083072538401871963?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4083072538401871963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=4083072538401871963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4083072538401871963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/4083072538401871963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/hat.html' title='The Hat'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKeU-PeqWqI/AAAAAAAAASI/dGfyxQ4iW4Q/s72-c/20080816_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-7441158083522535715</id><published>2008-08-14T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:21:03.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlett's first date (don't tell daddy!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKTmRrZkaNI/AAAAAAAAARg/NEGU3v7_rf4/s1600-h/20080814_98+-+Copy+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561858293491922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKTmRrZkaNI/AAAAAAAAARg/NEGU3v7_rf4/s200/20080814_98+-+Copy+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlett had her first date today with Miles. He came over to play and they had a great time! Of course, she wanted to do everything he was doing. I was suprised that no fights broke out, no one tried to bite the other (I guess my whole "we don't eat our friends" lecture worked!), and aside from the not-so-gentle patting there was NO hitting! From the looks of things he wasn't eating his cheerios fast enough because she was trying to shovel them in for him!&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/3983589121926907205-7441158083522535715?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7441158083522535715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=7441158083522535715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7441158083522535715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/7441158083522535715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/scarletts-first-date-dont-tell-daddy.html' title='Scarlett&apos;s first date (don&apos;t tell daddy!)'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SKTmRrZkaNI/AAAAAAAAARg/NEGU3v7_rf4/s72-c/20080814_98+-+Copy+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-2399145377946927635</id><published>2008-08-10T15:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:20:13.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooler days ahead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SJ9NUF_ewUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/B2MNaG-q0XM/s1600-h/20080808_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232986299628962114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SJ9NUF_ewUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/B2MNaG-q0XM/s200/20080808_19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SJ9NOokqnTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/k04EVstR62s/s1600-h/20080808_42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232986205832518962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SJ9NOokqnTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/k04EVstR62s/s200/20080808_42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SJ9NEAErmEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xbLnfTOZ6Kk/s1600-h/20080808_43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232986023162255426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SJ9NEAErmEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xbLnfTOZ6Kk/s200/20080808_43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally were able to get outside and play the other day for more than 5 minutes! Scarlett had the best time in the back of her daddy's truck - she absolutely would NOT get out! SO - as always - I got out the camera and took lots of pictures. I really need to get some of these pics printed - I would really hate to hand her a box of picture CDs one day and say "well, here are all of your memories sweetie!". Anyway - we had a great time playing outside and I really hope it stays in the 90's (or lower??? wishful thinking?) for an extended period of time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-2399145377946927635?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2399145377946927635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=2399145377946927635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2399145377946927635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2399145377946927635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/cooler-days-ahead.html' title='Cooler days ahead!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SJ9NUF_ewUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/B2MNaG-q0XM/s72-c/20080808_19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-8624797933194180346</id><published>2008-07-19T17:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:27:39.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending the night with mam and paw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SIJwVfS7mDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/62Rq0S2oh9M/s1600-h/20080719_24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224862032183662642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SIJwVfS7mDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/62Rq0S2oh9M/s200/20080719_24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SIJwVtft4eI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UEH_GprIhFo/s1600-h/20080719_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224862035995386338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SIJwVtft4eI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UEH_GprIhFo/s200/20080719_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scarlett is spending the night with her mam and paw (today is my birthday so I am going out to eat and look forward to something that is NOT in a box labeled "Jenny Craig"!). She got to spend a little time with Mamaw Hern and I am sure everyone is having a great time without me! As long as Scarlett has a place to sleep I don't know that she cares where she is! The last pic on he&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SIJwWAbsxBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/K5HacLffMjs/s1600-h/20080719_47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224862041078809618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SIJwWAbsxBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/K5HacLffMjs/s200/20080719_47.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re was taken at Kacy's sweet sixteen party last night. And yes - I know she is hugging a boy. Gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-8624797933194180346?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8624797933194180346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=8624797933194180346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/8624797933194180346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/8624797933194180346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/spending-night-with-mam-and-paw.html' title='Spending the night with mam and paw'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SIJwVfS7mDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/62Rq0S2oh9M/s72-c/20080719_24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-1938175256454617710</id><published>2008-07-11T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:35:06.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SHgKJ96lDEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CNamGEc_XRE/s1600-h/20080711_183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221934934291450946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SHgKJ96lDEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CNamGEc_XRE/s200/20080711_183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SHgKKbjhe3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/HcjNxLBwgjM/s1600-h/20080711_188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221934942247811954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SHgKKbjhe3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/HcjNxLBwgjM/s200/20080711_188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all day inside (due to the nasty heat that continues outside) we decided to go outside and play with our bubble machine. Scarlett enjoyed it at first, but soon lost interest when she couldn't catch the bubbles! After all of her effort the poor thing was burning up, so I turned on her sprinkler and she didn't even wait for me to take her clothes off before jumping in! She just kept trying to drink the water (I am sure there is some sort of parasite in our future!). Here are a few pics of our fun times..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-1938175256454617710?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1938175256454617710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=1938175256454617710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1938175256454617710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/1938175256454617710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-friday.html' title='Fun Friday'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SHgKJ96lDEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CNamGEc_XRE/s72-c/20080711_183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983589121926907205.post-2093312413787846277</id><published>2008-07-11T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:03:02.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST TIME</title><content type='html'>Well, here it goes.  My journey into the "real world".  There has got to be some reason behind me wanting to start a blog (don't know what that reason is yet).  Probably so grandparents can keep up with Scarlett, because I KNOW that is their priority day in and day out, but mostly for me I guess.  Since Scarlett is taking a nap now, I will try to play around and see how this works.  Give me some time, Mam.  I will eventually get this up and running!  Here we go..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983589121926907205-2093312413787846277?l=hasleyhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2093312413787846277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3983589121926907205&amp;postID=2093312413787846277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2093312413787846277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983589121926907205/posts/default/2093312413787846277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasleyhouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-time.html' title='MY FIRST TIME'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09115468961118129755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0gGjqlis5o/SNqgLA2rC2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/41orjgb5Zgs/S220/20080924_12.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
