<?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-6655020034530115297</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:44:28.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A House of Hagfeldt's</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the story of our life together, and the joy we are finding in our journey through autism</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>256</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-6219727986080630002</id><published>2012-02-05T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:37:02.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love a Las Vegas winter..</title><content type='html'>This, folks, is why us crazy Las Vegans endure a Las Vegas 117 degree  everyday in July, August and September summer...so that in January, we  enjoy 64 degrees everyday weather. There's hardly any wind, (I jinxed  the last fews days saying that) the temperature is perfect and it  doesn't rain. I love that I can go out and do my walk any time of the  day or night, and it's totally possible without freezing my bazooka off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-Q-2-_Gt7Q/Tyiu28q0X9I/AAAAAAAACTA/2bKCKDeebPU/s1600/DSC04536.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love living in Las Vegas. Even if the traffic is crazy, the  drivers are crazier and forget how to take turns at a 4 way stop, the  middle schoolers are asking for a death wish on a daily basis with how  they cross the street, the high schoolers are out of school by 130 and  "hanging out" suspiciously at every Circle K and Fresh and Easy, and it  takes 45 minutes to get to &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; the other side of town, etc, we  get 65 degree days in January. I love getting into my van to go pick my  kids up from school and its so warm I have to turn on the AC...in  January people, January. It just doesn't get much better than that,  well, unless I was living by the beach of course. But I am so grateful  we got stationed here. We get to be close to both our families and Vegas  has Schlotzsky's. If you don't know what that is, you be missin out! I  love my friends, my ward,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-Q-2-_Gt7Q/Tyiu28q0X9I/AAAAAAAACTA/2bKCKDeebPU/s1600/DSC04536.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-Q-2-_Gt7Q/Tyiu28q0X9I/AAAAAAAACTA/2bKCKDeebPU/s400/DSC04536.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with awesome Missionaries,&lt;br /&gt;my  family, and this great city. I love that we were able to buy our house  at a great price, and that it's layout is conducive to having a swing  hanging from the ceiling in between our kitchen table and great room  (hence, the swing Elder Leidecker is sitting on) I love that they have a  movie theater here that shows an "autism friendly movie" every month. I  love that there's casino's for "locals" that cater to "locals" like me!  I don't indulge in gambling, but I do like to see movies and eat at the  buffet, nay I say, be gluttonous at the buffets, that are made just for  me, a local. I love Chase's bus drivers, and Allie's awesome charter  school she attends for freeeeee (said like Adam Sandler in Mr Deeds). I  love how Vegas has a funny way of sucking you back in, when you NEVER in  your wildest dreams thought you'd ever return but just to visit. Never  say never!!!I know we won't be here forever, because there will come a  time when it's best to leave and go somewhere else that will better suit  Chase's needs, but for right now, this is where it's at. &lt;i&gt;2 turn tables and a microphone...where it's at&lt;/i&gt;--thanks Beck for those song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Vegas has the coolest sunsets, nothin like a desert sunset to gaze at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yEcjEWXM6A/Ty2cAHdMj-I/AAAAAAAACTQ/313KYIDpt7A/s1600/DSC04506.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--yEcjEWXM6A/Ty2cAHdMj-I/AAAAAAAACTQ/313KYIDpt7A/s640/DSC04506.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I  swear to you, seriously, not kidding in one bit when I say that this  photo is NOT doctored at all whatsoever. This crazy awesome sunset  happened last week and it was talked about on FB for days after by us  locals. This is exactly what it looked like in person...superb! The only reason I saw it was because Allie happened to look out the window and saw it first. So we opened up our back door and enjoyed for as long as it was there. Even Chase stepped outside and looked at it. I LOVE when he cares about things like that. I feel like each time, he steps further outside of the autism grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9dh4INYbCg/Ty9ljCGUOtI/AAAAAAAACTY/Etb58BcP3JI/s1600/DSC04519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9dh4INYbCg/Ty9ljCGUOtI/AAAAAAAACTY/Etb58BcP3JI/s640/DSC04519.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sunset faded, the kids enjoyed the swings..indoor and out! Funny how in Las Vegas, you only wanna swing outside in the winter but indoors in the summer...i think most places it's the opposite! Swinging outside in the summer here is like getting slapped in the face with a hairdryer on full blast. We cover both bases at our house :)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Vegas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-6219727986080630002?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/6219727986080630002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=6219727986080630002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/6219727986080630002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/6219727986080630002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2012/02/gotta-love-las-vegas-winter.html' title='Gotta love a Las Vegas winter..'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-Q-2-_Gt7Q/Tyiu28q0X9I/AAAAAAAACTA/2bKCKDeebPU/s72-c/DSC04536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-5934361575447854239</id><published>2012-01-28T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:46:06.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a good cause</title><content type='html'>First of all, I just have to say (brag) that I belong to the best ward in the world. Recently, a member of Chase's Primary class (6 yrs old) was diagnosed with Burkett's Lymphoma and has begun chemotherapy. He was getting discouraged when his hair started falling out, so the men in our ward decided to have a head shaving party, so Caleb didn't have to go through the hair loss alone. Here's Eric supporting Caleb at the Head Shaving Party last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4uZ7Zz0gpM/TyR6R5p01EI/AAAAAAAACRY/zdZtPHj2O5g/s1600/IMG_0639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4uZ7Zz0gpM/TyR6R5p01EI/AAAAAAAACRY/zdZtPHj2O5g/s400/IMG_0639.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The "before" pic in our loft&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-f1TmReVM0/TyR6TBilWzI/AAAAAAAACRo/dC9UZEXPl0w/s1600/IMG_0647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N-f1TmReVM0/TyR6TBilWzI/AAAAAAAACRo/dC9UZEXPl0w/s400/IMG_0647.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the head shaving party&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiM3bobx5_c/TyR6TyDG9hI/AAAAAAAACR4/AIoGA8JSQNg/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiM3bobx5_c/TyR6TyDG9hI/AAAAAAAACR4/AIoGA8JSQNg/s400/IMG_0652.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time for the Bic!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1RvHJKvzwg/TyR6UUa632I/AAAAAAAACSA/f5HzBPEe2tI/s1600/IMG_0653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1RvHJKvzwg/TyR6UUa632I/AAAAAAAACSA/f5HzBPEe2tI/s400/IMG_0653.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking good! Happy to do it for Caleb!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric was a little bit concerned that he might get in trouble at work for his hair because shaved bald, but he didn't really care! It was for a good cause. But then he found out that a "clean shaved head" was permitted in the AF so no worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Eric made Tech Sergeant in the Air Force! I don't have the pics downloaded yet of his promotion ceremony but when i get that done, i'll proudly post the pics! That sentence made me feel like Jim Carrey's assistant in Mr Poppers Penguins that always used words that began with the letter P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to take Chase to the Head Shaving Party but Chase and electric trimmers don't mix. We have to cut Chase's hair at home and hope the screaming doesn't alarm the neighbors. *sigh* the joys of autism and their sensitive ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past almost 2 years, Allie has been growing her hair out for Locks of Love. It was finally time, and no better time than now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8jPWXMllFc/TyR88mf5-sI/AAAAAAAACSI/muwGVsN17IY/s1600/IMG_0656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8jPWXMllFc/TyR88mf5-sI/AAAAAAAACSI/muwGVsN17IY/s400/IMG_0656.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allie's "before" pic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDpN2MfeGAY/TyR89BrChOI/AAAAAAAACSQ/QWt4Dc0XmoA/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDpN2MfeGAY/TyR89BrChOI/AAAAAAAACSQ/QWt4Dc0XmoA/s400/IMG_0658.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braid is all ready to be chopped off!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oxq5G_gWDE/TyR89ouPpcI/AAAAAAAACSY/gB0zzv0hYRw/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3oxq5G_gWDE/TyR89ouPpcI/AAAAAAAACSY/gB0zzv0hYRw/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cute master beautician niece Lanita doing the honors&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LZKpdAiE9s/TyR8-PLtogI/AAAAAAAACSg/MQObWLkcG4c/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LZKpdAiE9s/TyR8-PLtogI/AAAAAAAACSg/MQObWLkcG4c/s400/IMG_0662.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seconds after the braid was cut&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASZfSYvWX3M/TyR8-hkPfmI/AAAAAAAACSo/18jBwMAmlrc/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASZfSYvWX3M/TyR8-hkPfmI/AAAAAAAACSo/18jBwMAmlrc/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Allie's proud to give her hair to a great cause!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday in Elders Quorum, they took a pic of all the men that shaved their heads. There were lots more that did it that aren't in the pic. So much wonderful support! Caleb loved seeing the pics of everyone that are cheering him on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeStBT9TMQM/TyR-F-Z9dcI/AAAAAAAACSw/Cl_LgeWwrCE/s1600/IMG_0655.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeStBT9TMQM/TyR-F-Z9dcI/AAAAAAAACSw/Cl_LgeWwrCE/s400/IMG_0655.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly NOT least, our totally rockin awesome Bishopric with their new do's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79LJUqWfybo/TyR-W5emUzI/AAAAAAAACS4/Jsc7A_y1lMo/s1600/404807_3032596823672_1525455190_2920619_1480466132_n-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79LJUqWfybo/TyR-W5emUzI/AAAAAAAACS4/Jsc7A_y1lMo/s640/404807_3032596823672_1525455190_2920619_1480466132_n-2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pictured from left to right: Brother Naumu, Bishop Ferre, and Brother Love&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they awesome?!! It just doesn't get any better than this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-5934361575447854239?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/5934361575447854239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=5934361575447854239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5934361575447854239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5934361575447854239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-good-cause.html' title='For a good cause'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4uZ7Zz0gpM/TyR6R5p01EI/AAAAAAAACRY/zdZtPHj2O5g/s72-c/IMG_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-8259753572550486279</id><published>2012-01-20T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:47:34.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011-part 2</title><content type='html'>More pics from our craaazy family Christmas/birthday partay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XJdfelCq6s/TxOp0D2LD5I/AAAAAAAACPE/5B3PV-2kLY8/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zScnmqQQv80/TxOp9OsVboI/AAAAAAAACPM/2LlsCR9IInc/s1600/IMG_0565.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zScnmqQQv80/TxOp9OsVboI/AAAAAAAACPM/2LlsCR9IInc/s640/IMG_0565.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of my nieces&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkwgBUAcTBM/TxOqDW6YTsI/AAAAAAAACPU/rWW3_ht8X4E/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkwgBUAcTBM/TxOqDW6YTsI/AAAAAAAACPU/rWW3_ht8X4E/s640/IMG_0566.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Charlyce...and the back of Lanita's cute blond head...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuwihK7eUOk/TxOqH_tlNOI/AAAAAAAACPc/T8NEHx0eBto/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuwihK7eUOk/TxOqH_tlNOI/AAAAAAAACPc/T8NEHx0eBto/s640/IMG_0567.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The b-day gal takin pics :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XJdfelCq6s/TxOp0D2LD5I/AAAAAAAACPE/5B3PV-2kLY8/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XJdfelCq6s/TxOp0D2LD5I/AAAAAAAACPE/5B3PV-2kLY8/s640/IMG_0564.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eric's grandma,  mami, papi, and sis...and if you look close, you can see Chase behind  Eric's mom..Chase did AMAZING at the family party. There were alot of  people there, and he stayed around everyone the whole time. He never got  over stimulated, he interacted, and he ate! It is so awesome to see his  progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUbgx4QSgqA/TxOsxkrVGWI/AAAAAAAACPk/7bbn2NT53dk/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUbgx4QSgqA/TxOsxkrVGWI/AAAAAAAACPk/7bbn2NT53dk/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Allie's school concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce5Cp2HdHvQ/TxOtR2iAKzI/AAAAAAAACPs/YFTamx9X1Dc/s1600/DSC04437.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce5Cp2HdHvQ/TxOtR2iAKzI/AAAAAAAACPs/YFTamx9X1Dc/s400/DSC04437.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Chase, uh, i mean, Iron Man, playing the Wii on Christmas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We visited the Ethel M  Factory a couple of days before Christmas... chocolate and Christmas go  together superbly I say! 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Oh, that's right...he hates being  in pictures, which is why we haven't gotten a family pic taken since  2008 or 2009, but I'm pretty sure it was 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ_fLcImiLs/TxOt6NTUZXI/AAAAAAAACQM/ZEi0S2m1IlM/s1600/DSC04447.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ_fLcImiLs/TxOt6NTUZXI/AAAAAAAACQM/ZEi0S2m1IlM/s320/DSC04447.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRPycVWmJUQ/TxOuD0XG97I/AAAAAAAACQU/RxxgKi4i8oo/s1600/DSC04448.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRPycVWmJUQ/TxOuD0XG97I/AAAAAAAACQU/RxxgKi4i8oo/s320/DSC04448.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Et1w3a0pzaA/TxOuPPl11ZI/AAAAAAAACQc/xRbqQoSN5pA/s1600/DSC04460.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Et1w3a0pzaA/TxOuPPl11ZI/AAAAAAAACQc/xRbqQoSN5pA/s400/DSC04460.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What  you see here is what we gave Eric's parents for Christmas this year. We  had all his sibs do the "Toyota jump", and then we made them into  silhouettes. It turned out so cool, and no matter what Eric says, It Was  My Idea. That's right. Don't mind all the glasses sitting on the  counter...those were used by Eric to help glue down the silhouettes with  modge podge. I forgot to move em before taking a pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wy9fSHO-xiI/TxonFMkPryI/AAAAAAAACRI/_gUrQ2w8NX0/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wy9fSHO-xiI/TxonFMkPryI/AAAAAAAACRI/_gUrQ2w8NX0/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new-found-christmas-love-of-2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I tell you what...if I wasnt&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; already married....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_m5jFwfbA6Y/Txoo1H6J8hI/AAAAAAAACRQ/tS2wkCk7ieU/s1600/IMG_0540.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_m5jFwfbA6Y/Txoo1H6J8hI/AAAAAAAACRQ/tS2wkCk7ieU/s400/IMG_0540.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our front door...Eric and I made this wreath. It cost a total of&amp;nbsp; $5 dollars. LOVE dollar store crafts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We didn't do anything for New Years except go out for Mexican food; we're old fogies now and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;can never make it till midnight! LAME-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-8259753572550486279?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/8259753572550486279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=8259753572550486279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8259753572550486279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8259753572550486279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011-part-2.html' title='Christmas 2011-part 2'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zScnmqQQv80/TxOp9OsVboI/AAAAAAAACPM/2LlsCR9IInc/s72-c/IMG_0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-8761432224798422250</id><published>2012-01-14T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:39:57.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011-1</title><content type='html'>There is a strange force working against me! It's definitely not "the  force", ya know, from Star Wars...otherwise, if it was, I'd have had  this blog post done long ago! It keeps erasing on me! Always after I  load all the pics and write&lt;span id="goog_210426219"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_210426220"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; captions for them.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!!!! (Name that movie) The winner will receive a virtual pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....Happy  New Year and all that jazz! I was very happy to have my parents home  for the holidays. While on their mission, they only had to miss one  Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;So last year, on Christmas night, we, meaning just my little family of 4, we started a new tradition...by accident!&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya love when that happens??&lt;br /&gt;Is  it a tradition if you've only done it once, but want to do it annually  but can't do it the second year because of what day Christmas fell on?&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain if you will.&lt;br /&gt;Last  year we were supposed to go visit some family that live on the other  side of town, but Chase was a bit under the weather, and we just didn't  think it kosher to go over to their house since we don't go there often,  so we decided to instead, give Chase his nightly "sleep medicine" which  is the only thing that turns off his autistic brain and allows him to  slumber but for a while, and go to the drive in theater because Papa  John's pizza and the Drive-in was about the only thing open on Christmas  night besides the casino's and that wasn't where I wanted to spend  Christmas...crazy?&lt;br /&gt;So we swung by Papa Johns, felt bad that they  had to work...yet glad they were, and drove to the drive in with our  pizza, and smuggled microwave popcorn and root beer.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun! So we decided to do it every year on Christmas night.&lt;br /&gt;I  had the movie all picked out for this year, we were gonna see the new  Matt Damon movie "We bought a Zoo'. (i have yet to see it dag  nammit...maybe tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;Then, the inevitable happened, i learned that Christmas was on a Sunday. dun dun duuuuuuuun.&lt;br /&gt;Don't  get me wrong! I love the Sabbath Day and look forward to it always! But  since we're "one of those, ya know, Mormons" we wouldn't be buying  pizza and or going to the movies on Sunday. So Christmas night this year  was spent as a nice quiet, healthy, leftover eating, day of playing  with new Christmas gifts and napping.&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, we spent  it at Eric's mami and papi's house with the missionaries and my parents  and Eric's grandmama. We were fancy that night with french potato  (served cold) soup. Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDltOzEHkcQ/TwyMb-Y5WdI/AAAAAAAACKc/c_JAYKd51wE/s1600/DSC04481.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, the day after Christmas, we had a wild party (wild in  the Mormon community such as lots of soda drinking, playing of the Wii,  white elephant gift exchanging that included a pair of Flash Gordon  underpants, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDltOzEHkcQ/TwyMb-Y5WdI/AAAAAAAACKc/c_JAYKd51wE/s1600/DSC04481.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDltOzEHkcQ/TwyMb-Y5WdI/AAAAAAAACKc/c_JAYKd51wE/s400/DSC04481.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  singing Happy B-day to me mum. If asked, she's 52 and holding... She's  been "holding" for a while so she's just decided to start going  backwards now :)&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas was fun because Chase, for the  first time, was 1.) interested in why there were presents under the  tree, and 2.) when he could open them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DF65dDlEhYA/TwyLAHADPuI/AAAAAAAACKM/gSv0X_rS6vk/s1600/DSC04463.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obmyuNOIqjA/TxG1MEP5KCI/AAAAAAAACNE/9RuAe5KWO04/s1600/DSC04459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obmyuNOIqjA/TxG1MEP5KCI/AAAAAAAACNE/9RuAe5KWO04/s320/DSC04459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve PJ's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7pao5hpTnc/TxG1uZvliaI/AAAAAAAACNc/JYskXt6Wzzc/s1600/DSC04477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7pao5hpTnc/TxG1uZvliaI/AAAAAAAACNc/JYskXt6Wzzc/s320/DSC04477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool hats made by their Aunt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Eric  and I were sitting at the kitchen table a couple of days before  Christmas and Chase is standing next to the Christmas tree and says  "open it" and we asked him "open what?" and he responded with "  presents!" We LOVED that he answered our question first of all, and that  he showed interest! He's never been concerned with any of it! So for  the first year, he actually opened his gifts, and enjoyed them. I didn't  get a very good pic of him opening gifts. I snapped a few when he was  still trying to wake up, so he's got his "I literally was just dragged  outta bed by my sister and am still trying to wake up" blank stare but  still opening his stocking gifts, so it counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DF65dDlEhYA/TwyLAHADPuI/AAAAAAAACKM/gSv0X_rS6vk/s1600/DSC04463.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DF65dDlEhYA/TwyLAHADPuI/AAAAAAAACKM/gSv0X_rS6vk/s400/DSC04463.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Allie loving her new orange nail polish)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXSE4tEM-q0/TxG1XrYC-NI/AAAAAAAACNM/Uij1SVPOKCM/s1600/DSC04460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWdXWDAetYQ/TxG1jczoRTI/AAAAAAAACNU/hYQOVLqjkKs/s1600/DSC04467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWdXWDAetYQ/TxG1jczoRTI/AAAAAAAACNU/hYQOVLqjkKs/s320/DSC04467.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was waking up a little more by this time, and within a few more minutes, he was gladly opening his presents on his own and fully awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4xs23wqwe0/TxG14awzeYI/AAAAAAAACNk/38klkFw_wdI/s1600/DSC04479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4xs23wqwe0/TxG14awzeYI/AAAAAAAACNk/38klkFw_wdI/s640/DSC04479.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ready for church!!! Yes, they really did attend Sac Mtg like this :)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Christmas on a Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHwyHjKLWQ8/TxG2DRTINTI/AAAAAAAACNs/Wc00zfV_IAM/s1600/DSC04483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHwyHjKLWQ8/TxG2DRTINTI/AAAAAAAACNs/Wc00zfV_IAM/s640/DSC04483.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the prizes at the fam partay...that's my handsome hubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpiiKaEyEmI/TxG2N5lxUnI/AAAAAAAACN0/MIS1ScmD-gs/s1600/DSC04485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpiiKaEyEmI/TxG2N5lxUnI/AAAAAAAACN0/MIS1ScmD-gs/s400/DSC04485.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zn81pGUZHq8/TxG2Zn32MqI/AAAAAAAACN8/C5L4kBEzZMY/s1600/DSC04486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zn81pGUZHq8/TxG2Zn32MqI/AAAAAAAACN8/C5L4kBEzZMY/s400/DSC04486.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even Chase trying the glasses out, but not understanding the eyeballs are &lt;u&gt;supposed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; to swing to and fro..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-8761432224798422250?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/8761432224798422250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=8761432224798422250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8761432224798422250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8761432224798422250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011-1.html' title='Christmas 2011-1'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDltOzEHkcQ/TwyMb-Y5WdI/AAAAAAAACKc/c_JAYKd51wE/s72-c/DSC04481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-5198220693071897424</id><published>2011-12-23T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T07:32:27.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie's recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp5rmD_PW5s/TvSb--EEvNI/AAAAAAAACJs/qKnESf1rfw0/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="520" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp5rmD_PW5s/TvSb--EEvNI/AAAAAAAACJs/qKnESf1rfw0/s640/IMG_0537.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(While playing her recital piece Away in a Manger)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpOBvlYF354/TvScAH3VjAI/AAAAAAAACJ0/hs5nGvQQLHw/s1600/IMG_0538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpOBvlYF354/TvScAH3VjAI/AAAAAAAACJ0/hs5nGvQQLHw/s640/IMG_0538.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Right after she finished playing her piece FLAWLESSLY I might add :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGKKYn93h0I/TvScBNY2gvI/AAAAAAAACJ8/anndEIg0hLk/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="560" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGKKYn93h0I/TvScBNY2gvI/AAAAAAAACJ8/anndEIg0hLk/s640/IMG_0539.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I've mentioned before, Eric did not marry a good picture taker. And the first two pics did not disappoint. But in my defense, i was way in the back, by no means own a fancy-fied camera and there was a dad with a billion kids he was trying to shoo out of the pew right in front of me while i was trying to get a pic of Allie curtsying after she was done playing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, i love this last pic of her with her piano teacher. Allie literally played her recital piece with no mistakes. Eric and I were proud as poppy seed pie. Is a real thing? Sounds kinda good though....&lt;br /&gt;Allie received a &lt;i&gt;way cool &lt;/i&gt;trophy with her name and the year on it, and she has it proudly displayed for all to see. I am so proud of her, she practiced hard and we all enjoyed the reward. She loves playing the piano! I just hope that she will continue to feel this way and be willing to practice and not become a tween/teen and give it up. She promises me all the time she will &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;try &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;to not be a rotten teenager when she gets older. I hope she lives up to that promise!&lt;br /&gt;Great job Allie gator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-5198220693071897424?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/5198220693071897424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=5198220693071897424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5198220693071897424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5198220693071897424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/12/allies-recital.html' title='Allie&apos;s recital'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xp5rmD_PW5s/TvSb--EEvNI/AAAAAAAACJs/qKnESf1rfw0/s72-c/IMG_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-1700523885757734359</id><published>2011-12-09T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:15:04.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smorgasborg--or however you spell this--kind of blog post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMkOSy4NwuU/TuMD3On0OpI/AAAAAAAACJc/v5Xz3Mx8w-8/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; finished up with our summer road trip vacation pics, now it's time to play catch up with what's happened since then...it's only December you know!&lt;br /&gt;But since summer, we've started school, had Halloween, Thanksgiving and now it's Christmas time! As quick as it was for me to type all of the last sentence is exactly how fast it all flew by too! What?!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n09-dfxPhs/TuL-7MgZokI/AAAAAAAACIE/OQHfv19yvEQ/s1600/IMG_0463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n09-dfxPhs/TuL-7MgZokI/AAAAAAAACIE/OQHfv19yvEQ/s400/IMG_0463.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet another year for Allie to attend a school that wears a 'school uniform'. I lurve it, Allie doesn't!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-Hfat72sNo/TuL_CJXLM4I/AAAAAAAACIM/UGzT2g2HHX4/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-Hfat72sNo/TuL_CJXLM4I/AAAAAAAACIM/UGzT2g2HHX4/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chaser here doesn't attend a school that wears uniforms. In Allie's words "He just does NOT know how lucky he is". I say to her "Them's the breaks Allie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWl9DygD3Nc/TuL_DwV-0xI/AAAAAAAACIU/-stf3Qnf3X0/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWl9DygD3Nc/TuL_DwV-0xI/AAAAAAAACIU/-stf3Qnf3X0/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our awesomely new huge kitchen sink that I love. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60e9Pjny3WU/TuL_L3_FHmI/AAAAAAAACIk/6ainzT__c0s/s1600/IMG_0470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60e9Pjny3WU/TuL_L3_FHmI/AAAAAAAACIk/6ainzT__c0s/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's one of those kind where the middle divider thingy is only half as tall at the sink so you can fit your cookie sheets and griddle pans in the sink to wash! How exciting! Yes, this is what my life has come to people....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OE6_Hno8sQU/TuMCIQS4RRI/AAAAAAAACJU/tpe2um6ktxY/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OE6_Hno8sQU/TuMCIQS4RRI/AAAAAAAACJU/tpe2um6ktxY/s640/IMG_0477.JPG" width="544" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's one cute kitty, oh yeah, we're to Halloween now....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wHrUsS5P4U/TuL_cHC6WeI/AAAAAAAACJE/M7_Vrma7Ao4/s1600/IMG_0483.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wHrUsS5P4U/TuL_cHC6WeI/AAAAAAAACJE/M7_Vrma7Ao4/s640/IMG_0483.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allie and Chase with their cousin Gavin. Not sure what Chase is doing with his hands here...flapping them like usual I suppose! Lemmie just say for taking 3 kids trick or treating, 2 of those said kids being autistic, we totally nailed it. No one cried, fell to the ground, or had a melt down. Success!!!! And the best part is, I could eat as much of Chase's Halloween candy as I wanted, and he was none the wiser. Allie on the other hand photographically in her mind somehow memorized all her candy and noticed when a Butterfinger was missing. How does she do that?!! The girl takes her Halloween candy possession very seriously...whatdoyado??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nt_LJcWlvhQ/TuL_XQilZ6I/AAAAAAAACI8/i36hAKjv984/s1600/IMG_0480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nt_LJcWlvhQ/TuL_XQilZ6I/AAAAAAAACI8/i36hAKjv984/s400/IMG_0480.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing some detective FBI work....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wHrUsS5P4U/TuL_cHC6WeI/AAAAAAAACJE/M7_Vrma7Ao4/s1600/IMG_0483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5Vql4lYKuE/TuL_hUTp9TI/AAAAAAAACJM/QB0VdfLQdiM/s1600/IMG_0485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K5Vql4lYKuE/TuL_hUTp9TI/AAAAAAAACJM/QB0VdfLQdiM/s400/IMG_0485.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Done with Trick or Treating and enjoying a Cranberry Sierra Mist...only the best soda ever invented and only available during the Holidays...they should pay me for this endorsement.&amp;nbsp; Just pay no never mind to the paint stained kitchen table we possess. There comes a point when you just give up scrubbing the paint off when your child somehow always finds where you hide the paints. It's time to start over! Thank goodness for belt sanders and Lowe's Paint! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMkOSy4NwuU/TuMD3On0OpI/AAAAAAAACJc/v5Xz3Mx8w-8/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMkOSy4NwuU/TuMD3On0OpI/AAAAAAAACJc/v5Xz3Mx8w-8/s640/IMG_0517.JPG" width="473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just dig our tree. I dig dig dig it. I am a lover of the 'fake' Christmas trees...am I alone in this???&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whew...how's that for playing catch up! Up next: Thanksgiving pics!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-1700523885757734359?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/1700523885757734359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=1700523885757734359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1700523885757734359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1700523885757734359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/12/smorgasborg-or-however-you-spell-this.html' title='Smorgasborg--or however you spell this--kind of blog post.'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2n09-dfxPhs/TuL-7MgZokI/AAAAAAAACIE/OQHfv19yvEQ/s72-c/IMG_0463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-1840479551224932660</id><published>2011-12-01T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:03:44.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stanley Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlSgWcj5R54/Ttfurb1cE_I/AAAAAAAACGU/Ts2XyVItafA/s1600/DSC04277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlSgWcj5R54/Ttfurb1cE_I/AAAAAAAACGU/Ts2XyVItafA/s320/DSC04277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the things we toured was the Stanley Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar perhaps?&amp;nbsp; They say it's haunted. It was Stephan King's inspiration for the novel The Shining.&amp;nbsp; He conceived the idea for the novel when he and his wife stayed at the hotel. He had originally been working on writing a story where a family gets locked in an amusement park, but the story just didn't feel right to him until he stayed at the Stanley Hotel and got the inspiration to change the story to a family that stayed in a hotel to take care of it in the winter when it was closed. When they filmed the movie with Jack Nicholson, they actually didn't use much of the Stanley Hotel in the filming because the director (Stanley Kubrick) didnt think that there was enough snow so they actually filmed parts of it in London where there was more snow. But then in 1997, ABC made a TV version of The Shining where the filming did take place at the actual Stanley Hotel. The hotel was also used in a part of the movie Dumb and Dumber, but it in the movie, it's called Hotel Danbury.&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, a brief history of The Stanley Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuPH3G5ywKw/Ttfuwbssf8I/AAAAAAAACGc/CNFjzkvajPE/s1600/DSC04278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuPH3G5ywKw/Ttfuwbssf8I/AAAAAAAACGc/CNFjzkvajPE/s400/DSC04278.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1909 was the year the Stanley Hotel was built.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJBBYmcgocI/Ttfu3Ue6ysI/AAAAAAAACGk/_5rYm68rg_o/s1600/DSC04279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJBBYmcgocI/Ttfu3Ue6ysI/AAAAAAAACGk/_5rYm68rg_o/s400/DSC04279.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pic of what the hotel looks like in the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7Orc6FxIEk/Ttfu-Ya6Y6I/AAAAAAAACGs/mhaiSZ0ikYU/s1600/DSC04281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7Orc6FxIEk/Ttfu-Ya6Y6I/AAAAAAAACGs/mhaiSZ0ikYU/s640/DSC04281.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Ball Room-"supposedly" haunted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByHh3SK36sM/TtfvGMR4YvI/AAAAAAAACG0/0mCl9SljsEk/s1600/DSC04283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByHh3SK36sM/TtfvGMR4YvI/AAAAAAAACG0/0mCl9SljsEk/s640/DSC04283.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They built this stage just for the filming of the 1997 version of The Shining and decided to leave it after filming completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8hLBaMFP7c/TtfvN7uzBmI/AAAAAAAACG8/oMOPip3Wzjo/s1600/DSC04287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8hLBaMFP7c/TtfvN7uzBmI/AAAAAAAACG8/oMOPip3Wzjo/s400/DSC04287.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are the original keys they used to issue to guests but if they lost it, it was 200 dollars to replace so they use key cards now but still have these keys on display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSt_5Rh64bQ/TtfvV4Wl47I/AAAAAAAACHE/WNAV_L7GtJ4/s1600/DSC04288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSt_5Rh64bQ/TtfvV4Wl47I/AAAAAAAACHE/WNAV_L7GtJ4/s320/DSC04288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8RWxjK-YPY/Ttfvcj6USZI/AAAAAAAACHM/Okmql1X7vUc/s1600/DSC04292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8RWxjK-YPY/Ttfvcj6USZI/AAAAAAAACHM/Okmql1X7vUc/s400/DSC04292.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The pics that hang in Men's bathroom....creepy!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the Women's bathroom, it's all Dumb and Dumber pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC3auuAzesA/Ttfvp9_BgGI/AAAAAAAACHc/tM-Pk4HUbUg/s1600/DSC04297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC3auuAzesA/Ttfvp9_BgGI/AAAAAAAACHc/tM-Pk4HUbUg/s640/DSC04297.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the Hotel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_45XVQsVNA/TtfvilKcxfI/AAAAAAAACHU/JiGod9dAHIk/s1600/DSC04294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_45XVQsVNA/TtfvilKcxfI/AAAAAAAACHU/JiGod9dAHIk/s640/DSC04294.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can take a ride through Estes Park on an old school fire truck...tons o fun! Kids loved it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkr3V7-6EJE/TtfvxvbdbrI/AAAAAAAACHk/gIYcqmYAJLI/s1600/DSC04299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkr3V7-6EJE/TtfvxvbdbrI/AAAAAAAACHk/gIYcqmYAJLI/s640/DSC04299.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nkOEubj_b0/Ttfv5NTcU4I/AAAAAAAACHs/Wybbo37Crr4/s1600/DSC04300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nkOEubj_b0/Ttfv5NTcU4I/AAAAAAAACHs/Wybbo37Crr4/s640/DSC04300.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Us with Eric's mami and papi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cmBfL1hEms/TtfwAoB1eXI/AAAAAAAACH0/KCsex-2ZKvs/s1600/DSC04303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4cmBfL1hEms/TtfwAoB1eXI/AAAAAAAACH0/KCsex-2ZKvs/s640/DSC04303.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Us in front of the Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8c73cxP1ioo/TtfwIZRkC_I/AAAAAAAACH8/7H3UWjSRvXs/s1600/DSC04306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8c73cxP1ioo/TtfwIZRkC_I/AAAAAAAACH8/7H3UWjSRvXs/s640/DSC04306.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure doesn't look like a haunted hotel in this pic!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-1840479551224932660?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/1840479551224932660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=1840479551224932660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1840479551224932660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1840479551224932660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/12/stanley-hotel.html' title='The Stanley Hotel'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlSgWcj5R54/Ttfurb1cE_I/AAAAAAAACGU/Ts2XyVItafA/s72-c/DSC04277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-7790526712848852732</id><published>2011-11-12T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:35:06.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few before Halloween</title><content type='html'>So by now, most everyone in the blogging world has posted their kids Halloween costumes. I'm not even close to being "there" yet, still stuck in summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hot Springs SD, they have this really cool Mammoth Site. We jumped  on that like white on rice as we were driving thru to go to Colorado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ-859Tlro0/Tr6QjiGoyjI/AAAAAAAACB4/kciljoHgToI/s1600/DSC04191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ-859Tlro0/Tr6QjiGoyjI/AAAAAAAACB4/kciljoHgToI/s640/DSC04191.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Foot print!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EgwN-fKyik/Tr6Qx59hgEI/AAAAAAAACCI/ArDAg2Ejk0g/s1600/DSC04197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EgwN-fKyik/Tr6Qx59hgEI/AAAAAAAACCI/ArDAg2Ejk0g/s640/DSC04197.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QS7rQ8IHyNg/Tr6Q5m7O_JI/AAAAAAAACCQ/HXIGEe2OtSI/s1600/DSC04199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QS7rQ8IHyNg/Tr6Q5m7O_JI/AAAAAAAACCQ/HXIGEe2OtSI/s640/DSC04199.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fugtVfuQVl0/Tr6RIWDT3-I/AAAAAAAACCg/qHBv5k7a7Bs/s1600/DSC04205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fugtVfuQVl0/Tr6RIWDT3-I/AAAAAAAACCg/qHBv5k7a7Bs/s640/DSC04205.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They've uncovered so many fossils and it was so interesting to take the tour and learn about how they discovered them and when...and just how old these bones are!&lt;br /&gt;To learn a quick overview of the history of it all and check out the website, click &lt;a href="http://www.mammothsite.com/history.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we went to the Rocky Mountains, and stayed in Estes Park, where I fell in love with a town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnqLMrYkLq0/Tr6YDPTyFeI/AAAAAAAACCo/dk6FKQANZTg/s1600/rocky+mnts+1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnqLMrYkLq0/Tr6YDPTyFeI/AAAAAAAACCo/dk6FKQANZTg/s640/rocky+mnts+1" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiking in the Rocky Mtns in August&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;For as long as I live, I will make it our goal to someday retire in Estes Park. Have you ever been there? If not, you should go. It's beautiful, the summers are divine, the air is clean and clear, and the people are nice, well, that's not giving them justice because I live in Las Vegas, and it's a big city, and you know how "people" in big cities can be to one another, especially driving, but I digress. We spent 4 days there and Eric had to pry me away when it was time to leave because I thought I had died and went to Heaven. We WILL live there someday, oh yes, we will. As long as its conducive to Chase's needs of course :) Everything always will depend on my little man:) I wanna live somewhere that you don't &lt;b&gt;have to have&lt;/b&gt; your AC on 24 hrs a day and you &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; open windows at night in the summer. Don't get me wrong, i love Vegas from the end of Oct to about April 1st. Then our love/hate relationship begins again. Yes, I'm sure it gets cold there, and as i say this, it's 37 degrees there and the high for Vegas today is 66. Really, you can't beat that. THIS is why people live in Las Vegas..you can't beat 66 degrees in November. Maybe we'll just have a summer home there, ya know, because we're gonna win the Lottery and be able to afford that. And come back to Vegas for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XM9cik2YTkY/Tr6fRN9bioI/AAAAAAAACCw/4sc2v9IepmM/s1600/DSC04214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XM9cik2YTkY/Tr6fRN9bioI/AAAAAAAACCw/4sc2v9IepmM/s640/DSC04214.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our hike&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQRzcQgwnQ8/Tr6fZLeQWPI/AAAAAAAACC4/U8yQy1exQo4/s1600/DSC04218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQRzcQgwnQ8/Tr6fZLeQWPI/AAAAAAAACC4/U8yQy1exQo4/s400/DSC04218.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little dude followed us almost the whole way on our hike to the waterfall.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OO_mBw-uTBs/Tr6fdv-vuBI/AAAAAAAACDA/awdOg4RlfQ4/s1600/DSC04225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OO_mBw-uTBs/Tr6fdv-vuBI/AAAAAAAACDA/awdOg4RlfQ4/s640/DSC04225.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How Chaser spent most of his time hiking. Lucky dog.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YoNcYE_msZU/Tr6fj0edDMI/AAAAAAAACDI/UFHH_HiTsIw/s1600/DSC04229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YoNcYE_msZU/Tr6fj0edDMI/AAAAAAAACDI/UFHH_HiTsIw/s400/DSC04229.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Butterfly on my butt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_nJGqMjRns/Tr6fsWglkzI/AAAAAAAACDQ/h7apBCX6JZI/s1600/DSC04233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_nJGqMjRns/Tr6fsWglkzI/AAAAAAAACDQ/h7apBCX6JZI/s640/DSC04233.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IULqIToVfyY/Tr6f8Y2QD3I/AAAAAAAACDg/mf86HUa7nf4/s1600/DSC04244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IULqIToVfyY/Tr6f8Y2QD3I/AAAAAAAACDg/mf86HUa7nf4/s640/DSC04244.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter happy to have finally arrived at the waterfall :0)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jx83HxYkeBw/Tr6gDMSzerI/AAAAAAAACDo/Hnq1QnDHraE/s1600/DSC04246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jx83HxYkeBw/Tr6gDMSzerI/AAAAAAAACDo/Hnq1QnDHraE/s640/DSC04246.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2u3MUoNRhEY/Tr6gLeeKOFI/AAAAAAAACDw/WsbWbD6oDmI/s1600/DSC04258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2u3MUoNRhEY/Tr6gLeeKOFI/AAAAAAAACDw/WsbWbD6oDmI/s640/DSC04258.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQou0RinLSY/Tr6gTlY6ANI/AAAAAAAACD4/0cbP0ms2VqE/s1600/DSC04262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQou0RinLSY/Tr6gTlY6ANI/AAAAAAAACD4/0cbP0ms2VqE/s640/DSC04262.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time seeing a moose in my life (My city girl life is showing)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_2RiGjamRM/Tr6gb9chRmI/AAAAAAAACEA/CWuYFHuseB8/s1600/DSC04270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_2RiGjamRM/Tr6gb9chRmI/AAAAAAAACEA/CWuYFHuseB8/s640/DSC04270.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We did ALOT of hiking there, who wouldn't right?? LOVED it. That clean mountain air hopefully cleaned out my Las Vegas lungs for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Crd6cTrokhU/Tr6i3WpMiNI/AAAAAAAACFA/wVT0fpJKnjc/s1600/DSC04367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Crd6cTrokhU/Tr6i3WpMiNI/AAAAAAAACFA/wVT0fpJKnjc/s640/DSC04367.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous, and I ain't just talkin "bout the peeps in the pic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyxgAwAfH5A/Tr6iw1QYI-I/AAAAAAAACE4/lvuFHmgN3JY/s1600/DSC04359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyxgAwAfH5A/Tr6iw1QYI-I/AAAAAAAACE4/lvuFHmgN3JY/s640/DSC04359.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elk! One of the few times I've seen these bad boys in real life...i really gotta stop embarrassing myself like this.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRVan4UzLug/Tr6iibQp-8I/AAAAAAAACEo/TeBVdDdx5to/s1600/DSC04351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QRVan4UzLug/Tr6iibQp-8I/AAAAAAAACEo/TeBVdDdx5to/s640/DSC04351.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow in August, we were only at ya know, like 13 thousand feet here...but we drove to this point. Freezing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4vXKYVshTw/Tr6iDUBcdnI/AAAAAAAACEI/9S1a6L0Wnb8/s1600/DSC04335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4vXKYVshTw/Tr6iDUBcdnI/AAAAAAAACEI/9S1a6L0Wnb8/s400/DSC04335.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKEMFYp0q_w/Tr6iKAYNHoI/AAAAAAAACEQ/BLn9EXMQk2g/s1600/DSC04338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKEMFYp0q_w/Tr6iKAYNHoI/AAAAAAAACEQ/BLn9EXMQk2g/s400/DSC04338.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OVa6DliLL8/Tr6iSIGfEyI/AAAAAAAACEY/HRjzc1Wge38/s1600/DSC04340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OVa6DliLL8/Tr6iSIGfEyI/AAAAAAAACEY/HRjzc1Wge38/s640/DSC04340.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pic looks alot more dangerous than it was..I promise she was in no real danger. It may look like it's a cliff below, but it wasn't. I swear. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_lT_9noMtM/Tr6iadUTYJI/AAAAAAAACEg/nzK0UWPLip4/s1600/DSC04349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_lT_9noMtM/Tr6iadUTYJI/AAAAAAAACEg/nzK0UWPLip4/s320/DSC04349.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2u3MUoNRhEY/Tr6gLeeKOFI/AAAAAAAACDw/WsbWbD6oDmI/s1600/DSC04258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2u3MUoNRhEY/Tr6gLeeKOFI/AAAAAAAACDw/WsbWbD6oDmI/s320/DSC04258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait...did i already post this pic?? I can't remember....this is what happens when you post a ton of pics in one post. Don't ya just love when people go on a hike and post a ton of pics of the scenery that mean everything to them but nothing to the people looking at the pics? Not saying i did that or anything...&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Did i mention i want a cabin the Rocky Mountains? Did i mention I want to follow the rule that when you bring your groceries inside your house, you have to make sure you either put them away right away if your kitchen window is open, or close your kitchen window so Yogi Bear wont come in and eat them? Or when you leave your house, you have to make sure not to leave the back door open with just the screen door blocking the outside because animal friends could come in for a visit? Sounds superb! Would I rather have a bear break in....or a burglar with a gun and more on his mind that stealing the hot dogs and steaks sitting next to the fridge...I'll take the bear...uh oh, is my city girl naive-ness showing again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-7790526712848852732?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/7790526712848852732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=7790526712848852732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7790526712848852732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7790526712848852732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/11/few-before-halloween.html' title='A few before Halloween'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ-859Tlro0/Tr6QjiGoyjI/AAAAAAAACB4/kciljoHgToI/s72-c/DSC04191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-9178214052396092132</id><published>2011-10-19T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:02:57.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these days...</title><content type='html'>I may actually finish blogging about our summer vacation. It's ONLY October ya know...and we're just in the throws of Fall and all. Well, it only feels like "Fall" in Vegas because it's not 90 bazillion degrees at 7am, it's actually in the 60's now, whew! I love when we finally get a respite from the summer heat come the middle of October. Vegas is so great, except for July, August, Sept, and most of October :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dkOxhhbvtE/Tp8Q1a4ztkI/AAAAAAAACAs/fLRdhO1Kk1A/s1600/DSC04162.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dkOxhhbvtE/Tp8Q1a4ztkI/AAAAAAAACAs/fLRdhO1Kk1A/s640/DSC04162.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allie standing with Wild Bill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So our next stop after the Alpine Slide was Deadwood, SD.&lt;br /&gt;It's a tiny town that's famous for the fact that Wild Bill Hickock was shot and killed there. We got to watch a few reenactments of the shootout and see the actual bar that he was shot dead playing poker at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BHL-Vrg4Qk/Tp8RbVfN64I/AAAAAAAACBU/UKkG3xskbxY/s1600/DSC04170.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BHL-Vrg4Qk/Tp8RbVfN64I/AAAAAAAACBU/UKkG3xskbxY/s400/DSC04170.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deadwood's a cute little town full of tourism fun in the summer. Well, everyone but Eric and Chase got to see the shootouts, because when they fired off the first gun shot, I've never in my life heard Chase scream like he screamed at that moment. He was sitting by me on the sidewalk where everyone was waiting for the show to start, and they set a tin can on a stool and shot it off before the actual show started and Chase about had a heart attack. The shot was pretty loud. Chase screamed, covered his ears, and then jumped on me to hide. I felt SO bad for him, and then I was kicking myself for not even thinking that Chase wouldn't be able to handle the noise. Duh! I know his autism makes loud noises hard for him to handle physically and emotionally, but none of us were expecting he'd be affected so drastically. The fear in his eyes when he looked up at me ripped my heart out, tossed it on the ground, and ran it over with a semi.&lt;br /&gt;After that happened, and as quick as could be, Eric scooped Chase up, threw him over his shoulder, and took off faster than a wet cat thrown in the bathtub. When we all got back to the car, Eric said Chase screamed the whole way back to the car and only stopped once they were settled in the van :(&amp;nbsp; My heart still hurts thinking about it, how scary it must have felt for Chase.&amp;nbsp; I was about to jump up and take Chase away but when he jumped into my lap, it threw me off balance and as i was trying to settle myself, that's when Eric took over.&lt;br /&gt;(This is moments before the tin can got shot) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ucaKwBwKT0/Tp8Q8SNM5gI/AAAAAAAACA0/RNehItPcgvM/s1600/DSC04165.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ucaKwBwKT0/Tp8Q8SNM5gI/AAAAAAAACA0/RNehItPcgvM/s640/DSC04165.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3T3LJC2aJU/Tp8RDwsSuiI/AAAAAAAACA8/s6cYIZU4i4I/s1600/DSC04166.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3T3LJC2aJU/Tp8RDwsSuiI/AAAAAAAACA8/s6cYIZU4i4I/s640/DSC04166.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p1rkYhEpgrM/Tp8QySjbBLI/AAAAAAAACAk/sHrty2kWgdU/s1600/Deadwood1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEYkFC5H5hc/Tp8RLvu78dI/AAAAAAAACBE/uOvZCvb0ETw/s1600/DSC04167.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEYkFC5H5hc/Tp8RLvu78dI/AAAAAAAACBE/uOvZCvb0ETw/s400/DSC04167.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the pic that got taken from dropping my camera when Chase screamed out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dkOxhhbvtE/Tp8Q1a4ztkI/AAAAAAAACAs/fLRdhO1Kk1A/s1600/DSC04162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ucaKwBwKT0/Tp8Q8SNM5gI/AAAAAAAACA0/RNehItPcgvM/s1600/DSC04165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, needless to say, Chase didn't see the show. As much as I wanted to go with Eric to comfort Chase as best I could, I knew I needed to stay with Allie. It's sometimes quite hard to find that balance between having a child with autism and another child without autism. I never want my daughter to feel like she always got jipped in life growing up because of her special needs brother. I don't want her to resent him for how we have to live our lives. Jealously is a common factor in a "typical" ( normal, no handicaps) child who has a sibling with special needs. I mean, it totally makes sense for them to get jealous when they're brother or sister's milestones are applauded maybe just a little bit louder, because they are longer coming. All the therapies Chase has had and still has makes the focus go towards Chase more, and she's had to deal with that almost her whole life. So we try hard to make sure she feels special, even if she gets less attention from the world. It's a very fine line to walk and must always be watched. But it's worth doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1uESdRQyk0/Tp8Rjv9c9-I/AAAAAAAACBc/8AJp0ye5Jiw/s1600/DSC04172.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1uESdRQyk0/Tp8Rjv9c9-I/AAAAAAAACBc/8AJp0ye5Jiw/s400/DSC04172.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-9178214052396092132?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/9178214052396092132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=9178214052396092132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/9178214052396092132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/9178214052396092132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-of-these-days.html' title='One of these days...'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dkOxhhbvtE/Tp8Q1a4ztkI/AAAAAAAACAs/fLRdhO1Kk1A/s72-c/DSC04162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-3732243305272381058</id><published>2011-10-13T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:42:41.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since last time....</title><content type='html'>Shortly after I posted my last post, our PC went kaput...died, fried, majorly kicked the bucket. We have a laptop but all the pictures from the rest of our summer roadtrip vacay were on the PC.&lt;br /&gt;Eric, being the computer nerd that he is thankfully, has fixed the computer and it's now up and running again with a much newer version of Windows...sa-weet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88W8lhk8xas/TpZn-FPqPQI/AAAAAAAAB_U/buJMu3k68Pg/s1600/DSC04110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88W8lhk8xas/TpZn-FPqPQI/AAAAAAAAB_U/buJMu3k68Pg/s400/DSC04110.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So after we spent time at Mount Rushmore, we toured the Wind Caves. If you ever go to Mt Rushmore, you HAVE to tour the Wind Caves. They-were-so-cool. But be sure to take a jacket, it's a tad bit chilly when you're down in them caves! Luckily, we were prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FYbjiQXT-Y/TpZojYJ31AI/AAAAAAAAB_c/3cU2DRroJBE/s1600/DSC04137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FYbjiQXT-Y/TpZojYJ31AI/AAAAAAAAB_c/3cU2DRroJBE/s640/DSC04137.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And after you tour the Wind Caves, be sure to pull off to the side of the road and look at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crazy_Horse_Memorial"&gt;Crazy Horse Memorial.&lt;/a&gt; You can pay a lot of money to go see it closer, but we figured when we could see it just fine from the side of the road, we'd save ourselves a few bucks and not go in the park. It's far from being done and it's taking a long time, but it'll be pretty awesome when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went and slid on the Alpine Slide. Another MUST DO if you're in the Keystone SD area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk0bWCky5ts/TpZqBRVcpTI/AAAAAAAAB_k/6wh8F4FJvm8/s1600/DSC04140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk0bWCky5ts/TpZqBRVcpTI/AAAAAAAAB_k/6wh8F4FJvm8/s640/DSC04140.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chase was a little freaked out when it was time to get on the moving seat!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNM5i2TzyOo/TpZqPGse5NI/AAAAAAAAB_s/PKGnHrK4Gv4/s1600/DSC04145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNM5i2TzyOo/TpZqPGse5NI/AAAAAAAAB_s/PKGnHrK4Gv4/s320/DSC04145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OffnXNnsnPE/TpZqbl0HngI/AAAAAAAAB_0/obLguNHF9Z4/s1600/DSC04146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OffnXNnsnPE/TpZqbl0HngI/AAAAAAAAB_0/obLguNHF9Z4/s640/DSC04146.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 2 white lines are the slides...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3gSSjB7RNE/TpZqmqLoz3I/AAAAAAAAB_8/cexdSINMmDg/s1600/DSC04148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3gSSjB7RNE/TpZqmqLoz3I/AAAAAAAAB_8/cexdSINMmDg/s640/DSC04148.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You could see Mt Rushmore while riding the ski lift to the top of the slide. Awesome!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ya2FPvZJyo/TpZq2aptIhI/AAAAAAAACAM/YqmWKvZIth4/s1600/DSC04151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ya2FPvZJyo/TpZq2aptIhI/AAAAAAAACAM/YqmWKvZIth4/s400/DSC04151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A future president!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tO1l1J-U1EI/TpZq9sWmvvI/AAAAAAAACAU/EuaGTJKH1h0/s1600/DSC04152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tO1l1J-U1EI/TpZq9sWmvvI/AAAAAAAACAU/EuaGTJKH1h0/s400/DSC04152.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chase willingly put his face in the line up.&lt;br /&gt;Miracle people...miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ASWXm__kew/TpZrGwXarZI/AAAAAAAACAc/JQUzsNWsRV0/s1600/DSC04155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ASWXm__kew/TpZrGwXarZI/AAAAAAAACAc/JQUzsNWsRV0/s640/DSC04155.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so much fun we paid to do it twice.&amp;nbsp; The first time we did it, it was a little scary because there were signs the whole way down telling you to not go too fast on the turns or you'll turn yourself right off the slide! But after the first time going down, we instantly became pro's and flew down the second time, and loved every stinking second of it. I LOVE Keystone SD...have I mentioned that yet??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-3732243305272381058?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/3732243305272381058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=3732243305272381058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3732243305272381058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3732243305272381058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/10/since-last-time.html' title='Since last time....'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88W8lhk8xas/TpZn-FPqPQI/AAAAAAAAB_U/buJMu3k68Pg/s72-c/DSC04110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-751261562792491090</id><published>2011-09-21T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:55:32.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Mount Rushmore</title><content type='html'>So, i was totally motivated to blog everyday until i was out of pics and stories about our summer roadtrip. But then I caught a headcold, (totally lame) so I was out of circuit for a week....but I'm back and off the Nyquil/Dayquil regimen and ready to blog with my pumpkin smash smoothie from Jamba Juice sitting next to me which I am in love with it, seriously, you think I jest, but I do not.&lt;br /&gt;So...after we left Martin's Cove, we drove to South Dakota and stayed for 3 days in a cabin in Keystone. Oh my goodness sakes. It.is.so.beautiful there. Living in Las Vegas, you forget that other places in America are so green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eIB2bPQ4Ko/Tntnkr8x53I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mOe7QwCNGHM/s1600/DSC04173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eIB2bPQ4Ko/Tntnkr8x53I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mOe7QwCNGHM/s640/DSC04173.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean, really? People actually get to live in a place this beautiful? I could have stayed there forever, f-o-r-e-v-e-r.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was P-E-R-F-E-C-T weather for those 3 days we were there, and no mosquitoes were seen, no rain, just sunshine and 70 degree weather. There was fog for like 5 minutes when I snapped this pic but that was it. Well, the very first day we'd got there, it had rained before we got there, so it was 60 something degrees outside and my desert butt was freezing! The locals thought I was nuts, but hey, I'm used to 115 degree weather, even at night time! Anyhoo, it was heaven. We had deer in our front yard and if you drove up the road a bit to a town called Hill City, along the way there would be free range cows, just standing right by the road! They were huge, and totally awesome. The very first time I saw a cow close up was when I was serving a mission for the LDS church in the great state of Wisconsin. I found out the hard way cows don't really like to be pet on the top of their head while their heads are in those holder thingy's while they're getting milked. What did I know? I was a Las Vegas native! Anyway, it was lovely there. I've never seen so many deer in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So our second day there, we went and visited Mount Rushmore. If you have never been there, GO. It is so worth seeing. It is magnificent. It is so much bigger than I thought it was. And Roosevelt's glasses are cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_uIbNQgbLnU/TnpacToGh5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/QkBPCCBiY-Y/s1600/DSC04078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_uIbNQgbLnU/TnpacToGh5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/QkBPCCBiY-Y/s640/DSC04078.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMgz3cBt0sk/Tnpaix8EscI/AAAAAAAAB-U/7_wflNDNJLg/s1600/DSC04080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nMgz3cBt0sk/Tnpaix8EscI/AAAAAAAAB-U/7_wflNDNJLg/s640/DSC04080.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Us with all of Eric's family except his little bro and fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axXxgZk4ab4/Tnpaqr26NRI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gGHnlmc0OP8/s1600/DSC04085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axXxgZk4ab4/Tnpaqr26NRI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gGHnlmc0OP8/s320/DSC04085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t15Q1ThMwvw/Tnpax35ev-I/AAAAAAAAB-c/bTSgjhkh0As/s1600/DSC04086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t15Q1ThMwvw/Tnpax35ev-I/AAAAAAAAB-c/bTSgjhkh0As/s640/DSC04086.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnpNL0G90W4/Tnpa47ChXqI/AAAAAAAAB-g/YXMl2tYNfqg/s1600/DSC04089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnpNL0G90W4/Tnpa47ChXqI/AAAAAAAAB-g/YXMl2tYNfqg/s640/DSC04089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is what it was supposed to look like when it was all finished. I had no idea it wasn't finished in the first place! Looks good to me just the way it is, ya know?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXxGp1_-M4Q/TnpbAz5u45I/AAAAAAAAB-k/89ZdkEDfthc/s1600/DSC04090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXxGp1_-M4Q/TnpbAz5u45I/AAAAAAAAB-k/89ZdkEDfthc/s640/DSC04090.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59igtqCMQXg/TnrPQzTyoZI/AAAAAAAAB_M/UR1jBKRCxxI/s1600/DSC04091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59igtqCMQXg/TnrPQzTyoZI/AAAAAAAAB_M/UR1jBKRCxxI/s640/DSC04091.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me and my beautiful girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5G7PE26PaNA/TnpbNTqeiaI/AAAAAAAAB-s/P4dOZQXZkJY/s1600/DSC04093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5G7PE26PaNA/TnpbNTqeiaI/AAAAAAAAB-s/P4dOZQXZkJY/s400/DSC04093.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chase lovin it! He was so good while we were there, we only lost him once that day! (And not for very long.) He is a wanderer, a bolter I like to say, which is why we got him a trusty medical bracelet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwr3d1IPjaQ/TnpbVR2cXcI/AAAAAAAAB-w/5OfEvul72tQ/s1600/DSC04094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mwr3d1IPjaQ/TnpbVR2cXcI/AAAAAAAAB-w/5OfEvul72tQ/s640/DSC04094.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Allie and Chase with their cuz Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eB4zHfvmKmQ/TnpbdrLrcCI/AAAAAAAAB-0/SdJVy4-UCEM/s1600/DSC04097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eB4zHfvmKmQ/TnpbdrLrcCI/AAAAAAAAB-0/SdJVy4-UCEM/s640/DSC04097.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leading up the pathway to observe mt rushmore, there was every state listed and what year it became a state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpectkgZ4cQ/Tnpbi03ahcI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ka7RtaKHaD0/s1600/DSC04100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpectkgZ4cQ/Tnpbi03ahcI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ka7RtaKHaD0/s640/DSC04100.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yumm-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRAf4DmgEnA/TnrN_a1swcI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1_mRb1yE380/s1600/DSC04102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRAf4DmgEnA/TnrN_a1swcI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1_mRb1yE380/s640/DSC04102.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the view when you're first walking in, or if you turn around and look back when you're walking out..whichever or both! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbUyb3pb24k/TnrOB8l0VsI/AAAAAAAAB_I/t3Bhkwjttmg/s1600/mt+rushmore1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbUyb3pb24k/TnrOB8l0VsI/AAAAAAAAB_I/t3Bhkwjttmg/s640/mt+rushmore1.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-751261562792491090?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/751261562792491090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=751261562792491090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/751261562792491090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/751261562792491090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/09/mount-rushmore.html' title='THE Mount Rushmore'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eIB2bPQ4Ko/Tntnkr8x53I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/mOe7QwCNGHM/s72-c/DSC04173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-8761423697983844041</id><published>2011-09-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:56:10.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie and Martin Handcart Companies visitors sites</title><content type='html'>I realized last night while I was writing this blog, that I had  posted my Yellowstone blog on September 11th and I didn't want to pass  up the opportunity to pay tribute to the importance of that day in our  American history. This past Sunday, on September 11th, we had Stake  Conference. The Stake President gave a wonderful talk on faith and  remembrance of all those that died because of the 9-11 tragedy. He spoke  of the hero's on the planes that defended our country. He gave an  honorable tribute to the men, women and children that perished, that  survived and that sacrificed to save the lives of all they could.When  I walked into the chapel, about 3 minutes before Stake Conference  started, there was a video going of pictures from ground zero and a talk  was going in the background. It was a general conference talk given by  Jeffrey R Holland. I love his talks, they are so full of hope, truth and  fulfillment. He reminds us that there is always hope in the gospel of  Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we never forget how that day, as tragedy  struck, our country came together and was united as one, to lift up  those that lost loved ones. May we never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://englishdefenceleague.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/9-11_firefighters_ground_zero.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://englishdefenceleague.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/9-11_firefighters_ground_zero.jpeg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after Yellowstone, we visited 2 pioneer historical sites.&lt;br /&gt;The  first was called 6th Crossing. It was where the Willie Handcart company  was rescued by the rescue party sent out by Brigham Young. There were 2  handcart companies that were stranded. The Willie and the Martin  handcart companies. They were several miles apart from each other and  both in situations that were dire. The reason why they were stuck in the bad weather was because they left Iowa too late in the season. They just wanted to get to Salt Lake. A place where they knew they could be safe from the persecutions that were so prominent in that time and be able to live their life in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4MF12WNQ1I/Tm7zPIGNVNI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Ltq36zImdKc/s1600/DSC04035.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4MF12WNQ1I/Tm7zPIGNVNI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Ltq36zImdKc/s640/DSC04035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCvCK_Le6_Y/Tm7zUlsfZQI/AAAAAAAAB9g/VazjfNIup9M/s1600/DSC04036.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9-MY2F1_VQ/Tm7zcmh3a9I/AAAAAAAAB9k/8Atbr66iE00/s1600/DSC04037.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNRBoijLwc4/Tm7zkR4YjOI/AAAAAAAAB9o/vMFA9nxoLiM/s1600/DSC04039.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNRBoijLwc4/Tm7zkR4YjOI/AAAAAAAAB9o/vMFA9nxoLiM/s640/DSC04039.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You  could try your hand at pulling a handcart around the area to see what  it must have been like and let me tell ya, it was not easy! I really  can't imagine pulling it for thousands of miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P11nc6BwHqo/Tm7zsUWKGHI/AAAAAAAAB9s/ue21313gR5Q/s1600/DSC04040.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you visit these sites, there is a feeling present there  still, after all these years have passed. It was the winter of 1856 when  they were found stranded and in much need of help. They were out of  food and supplies and could go no further having been caught in a  terrible snow storm. The feeling that is there is a very humbling  feeling.. I had recently seen the movie 17 Miracles and was moved by  what the 2 handcart companies went through. But to go there, where they  had been, was something I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefurtrapper.com/images/Rocky%20Ridge.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="518" src="http://www.thefurtrapper.com/images/Rocky%20Ridge.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This  was the trail the Willie Co. had to cross to continue on their journey  towards Salt Lake after they were met by the rescuers with the supplies.  Imagine trying to pull a handcart up this lovely rocky trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P11nc6BwHqo/Tm7zsUWKGHI/AAAAAAAAB9s/ue21313gR5Q/s1600/DSC04040.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P11nc6BwHqo/Tm7zsUWKGHI/AAAAAAAAB9s/ue21313gR5Q/s640/DSC04040.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCvCK_Le6_Y/Tm7zUlsfZQI/AAAAAAAAB9g/VazjfNIup9M/s1600/DSC04036.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCvCK_Le6_Y/Tm7zUlsfZQI/AAAAAAAAB9g/VazjfNIup9M/s640/DSC04036.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9-MY2F1_VQ/Tm7zcmh3a9I/AAAAAAAAB9k/8Atbr66iE00/s1600/DSC04037.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9-MY2F1_VQ/Tm7zcmh3a9I/AAAAAAAAB9k/8Atbr66iE00/s640/DSC04037.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After  spending some time at the Sweetwater Crossing, we traveled several  miles up the road, in our comfortable van, and stopped at the Martin's  Cove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin's Cove is where the Martin  Handcart Company were found stranded by the rescue party after they had  given supplies to the Wille Company and told to go help the Martin  Company. At first, they were stranded at Devil's Gate. But there were  too many of them, so they had to walk to a different part of the area so  everyone could fit and find shelter from the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vGBUXOtcKo/Tm-quNdPFzI/AAAAAAAAB9w/JqZZICdMq7k/s1600/DSC04074.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vGBUXOtcKo/Tm-quNdPFzI/AAAAAAAAB9w/JqZZICdMq7k/s640/DSC04074.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Named by the Indians, Devil's gate is where the Martin Co stopped nearby first and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: medium;"&gt;with  the assistance          of the rescuers, the Martin Company took refuge  in a sheltered pocket          on the south side of the Sweetwater  Mountains, now known as Martin’s Cove.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial Narrow; font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ts-O5yniTOs/Tm-sd5x9ZEI/AAAAAAAAB90/MNjTKMUjA-Y/s1600/DSC04065.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ts-O5yniTOs/Tm-sd5x9ZEI/AAAAAAAAB90/MNjTKMUjA-Y/s640/DSC04065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To  the right of Chase is where the Martin Co took refuge for 5 days from  the storm until they could begin their journey again to Salt Lake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d95Rw3Oh4RA/Tm-vGO2jQKI/AAAAAAAAB-A/zCsPWZ65xdo/s1600/DSC04058.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d95Rw3Oh4RA/Tm-vGO2jQKI/AAAAAAAAB-A/zCsPWZ65xdo/s400/DSC04058.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's  part of the trail you walk on to get to Martin's Cove. It's about a 2  mile hike. It wasn't very easy to hike in the Wyoming wind. It was very  hot and windy and we were hungry but had plenty of water. I just kept  thinking the whole time we were walking the trail how hard it must of  been for the pioneers because at this point, alot of them didn't have  shoes left for their feet, they were still pulling handcarts, it was  snowing and already there was a ton of snow on the ground, and they had  to cross the Sweetwater River yet again so their clothes were wet. It  was below zero plus with the windchill, it must have been unbearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhiVz2WdLzk/Tm-trDZV3WI/AAAAAAAAB94/B9hvSZtiBpE/s1600/DSC04062.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhiVz2WdLzk/Tm-trDZV3WI/AAAAAAAAB94/B9hvSZtiBpE/s640/DSC04062.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eric and Chase walking along the trail, to the left of them is Martin's Cove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qd7M0LMcdM/Tm-xhUKME9I/AAAAAAAAB-E/kq1sQIHIJVs/s1600/DSC04064.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qd7M0LMcdM/Tm-xhUKME9I/AAAAAAAAB-E/kq1sQIHIJVs/s640/DSC04064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqf-HEV3Sks/Tm-xqRFjMPI/AAAAAAAAB-I/a01KDwa0cCU/s1600/DSC04067.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqf-HEV3Sks/Tm-xqRFjMPI/AAAAAAAAB-I/a01KDwa0cCU/s640/DSC04067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This  was when we were more than half way done with the hike. Allie's not too  happy at this point. The heat and wind were getting to her, but I  really hope she remembers this experience throughout her life, that she  got to walk where the pioneers walked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After about  this point on, we had alot of fun walking back to the beginning of the  trail. It's like a big 2 mile loop. We laughed at a bopping Chase on  Eric's shoulders as they ran the rest of the way down the trail. We kept  our eyes out for rattlesnakes, because their holes were everywhere. We  dodged Elk poop around every bend, and we were happy to get to the end!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When we finished the trail, the missionaries told us  they were sorry because they had forgotten to tell us that Eric and I  could have had the opportunity to pull Allie and Chase in a handcart on  the 2 mile loop. I will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be glad they forgot to tell us because it was hard enough just walking on it!! Yipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Asfl6bpBKeU/Tm-0fcaUfaI/AAAAAAAAB-M/AWsxSUoXmfY/s1600/DSC04048.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Asfl6bpBKeU/Tm-0fcaUfaI/AAAAAAAAB-M/AWsxSUoXmfY/s640/DSC04048.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The  missionaries told us this marker was put in next to the bridge that we  were currently crossing over when i snapped this picture. When the  bridge was built, I think in the early 1990's but i'm not 100% sure, it  was so that no one would ever have to cross the Sweetwater River again.  When the Martin Co was told they would have to cross it again to seek  shelter in the cove, many of them dropped to their knees at the thought  of having to go through that ice cold water again, with all their  belongings. They couldn't fathom doing it once again. At that moment, 5  men spoke up and volunteered to carry everyone that couldn't make it  across. They crossed that river back and forth, all day long, in the  bitter cold to get everyone safely across. They were heroes to so many  that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;We left Martin's Cove that evening feeling very fulfilled by what we had just experienced and will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;That  night we drove to Casper Wy and stayed the night. The next day, we  arrived in the Black Hills of SD, which is where I fell in love with  small town living. More on that tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-8761423697983844041?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/8761423697983844041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=8761423697983844041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8761423697983844041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8761423697983844041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/09/willie-and-martin-handcart-companies.html' title='Willie and Martin Handcart Companies visitors sites'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4MF12WNQ1I/Tm7zPIGNVNI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Ltq36zImdKc/s72-c/DSC04035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-678365750246124619</id><published>2011-09-11T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:14:52.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie for Yellowstone!</title><content type='html'>So after leaving Bear World, we made our way to the wonderful Yellowstone.&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Allie and been there 2 years prior, but Chaser and I hadn't. So i was very excited to see it. Talk about &lt;b&gt;Beautiful&lt;/b&gt;.  There was SO much to see and we only gave ourselves 1 day, which, if  anyone who's ever been there knows, 1 day is NOT ENOUGH. But since we  wanted to visit the Mormon Handcart sites, we could only spend one day  in Yellowstone. But don't cry for me, because we're going back next  year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the age old question: Did we see Old Faithful???&lt;br /&gt;The answer is: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can cry if you want. But here's why, in one word that we chose to skip it. &lt;br /&gt;CHASE.&lt;br /&gt;The  thing about autism is, they "don't like to wait". Which in turn, makes  everyone else around them "not like to wait" With Old Faithful, there's  no guarantee wait time, which means a grumpy Chase. Also, it was summer  vacation, so we knew the place would be packed, and crowds and Chase  make Chase grumpy. I didn't want to get grumpy, I knew Eric didn't want  to get grumpy, and Allie, well, she's almost 9 which means, she's often  grumpy anyway, so we decided to skip good ol' faithful this year.&lt;br /&gt;We  are constantly working on Chase's ability to "wait" so we're hoping  that next year, Chase will be able to wait amongst the crowds to see  good ol' faithful do it's &lt;i&gt;thang&lt;/i&gt;. Because Allie had already seen it in the past, I didn't feel bad about skipping it.&lt;br /&gt;One  of my fav things we saw was the waterfall. We hiked down to the edge of  the waterfall and beheld it's beauty. Now, the hike back up the trail  left something to be desired. It was a tad bit tough, but &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;  because I'm outta shape, no no no, it was, um, because the air is  thinner in Yellowstone, yeah, yeah, that's it...it's thinner air than  they got here in viva las vegas. I just breath better, I guess,&amp;nbsp; in thicker, more  polluted air I think..yeah, that's it. That makes sense, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HqosrM7V9Y/Tm2GOgG8sBI/AAAAAAAAB8E/-0uDcWYTfQ4/s1600/DSC04022.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HqosrM7V9Y/Tm2GOgG8sBI/AAAAAAAAB8E/-0uDcWYTfQ4/s640/DSC04022.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lower Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-STVezghCaxw/Tm2GUAP4WLI/AAAAAAAAB8I/xPMw-M77YVM/s1600/DSC04023.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-STVezghCaxw/Tm2GUAP4WLI/AAAAAAAAB8I/xPMw-M77YVM/s640/DSC04023.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some handsome dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1gJSICl9NI/Tm2GcW9nUVI/AAAAAAAAB8M/R1c6CVuR27A/s1600/DSC04025.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1gJSICl9NI/Tm2GcW9nUVI/AAAAAAAAB8M/R1c6CVuR27A/s640/DSC04025.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One adorable 8 yr old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkNQuboS_hc/Tm2GrhdTJhI/AAAAAAAAB8U/x7R3-vqkEuk/s1600/DSC04027.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkNQuboS_hc/Tm2GrhdTJhI/AAAAAAAAB8U/x7R3-vqkEuk/s640/DSC04027.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The  sound of the waterfall freaked Chaser out a bit, he plugged his ears  the whole time we were there, but for the pic, we held his hands down.  So mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlOeH0v9Wx8/Tm2G72Te97I/AAAAAAAAB8c/_6bvFzZqkNA/s1600/DSC04034.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NlOeH0v9Wx8/Tm2G72Te97I/AAAAAAAAB8c/_6bvFzZqkNA/s640/DSC04034.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Il2C8_qYb8g/Tm2H0RTTLUI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2mne4CXf4nA/s1600/DSC04032.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Il2C8_qYb8g/Tm2H0RTTLUI/AAAAAAAAB8g/2mne4CXf4nA/s640/DSC04032.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is how Chase got to go down &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;back up the trail...lucky duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a little hike and saw the Artists Paint Pots.&lt;br /&gt;It  was a totally cool place where the ground is super hot and everything  liquid boils and sometimes spews itself into the air. It reminded me of  'the bog of eternal stench' from the movie The Labyrinth. Only, it  really didn't smell too much...t-h-a-n-k-f-u-l-l-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWhqZTIZU10/Tm2PDTsg1PI/AAAAAAAAB84/4olR-lUSRFs/s1600/DSC04007.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWhqZTIZU10/Tm2PDTsg1PI/AAAAAAAAB84/4olR-lUSRFs/s640/DSC04007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, so this part isn't the '&lt;i&gt;prettiest&lt;/i&gt;' part of Yellowstone, per say, but it was still &lt;i&gt;pretty &lt;/i&gt;darn cool to see all the action that goes on there &lt;i&gt;all the time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Check out the steam...now that's &lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xJn4oBVu8M/Tm2Jvx1gxoI/AAAAAAAAB8s/lPHnD4VNP2A/s1600/DSC04011.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xJn4oBVu8M/Tm2Jvx1gxoI/AAAAAAAAB8s/lPHnD4VNP2A/s640/DSC04011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You were warned with warning signs all along the trail to &lt;i&gt;stay&lt;/i&gt; on the trail because the ground was so hot around it. So its safe to say we didn't see much wildlife in these here parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R9K2dn8w_w/Tm2J3yIbzeI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Cc2Lqj-lHM8/s1600/DSC04012.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--R9K2dn8w_w/Tm2J3yIbzeI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Cc2Lqj-lHM8/s640/DSC04012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBvJ4XSGujs/Tm2J7NSR61I/AAAAAAAAB80/MeDBD012dx8/s1600/yellowstone1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NBvJ4XSGujs/Tm2J7NSR61I/AAAAAAAAB80/MeDBD012dx8/s640/yellowstone1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aw  (: &amp;nbsp; nothing says love like taking a pic next to some scary hot  bubbling clay pools that spewed hot clay from the ground.&amp;nbsp; *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Want a better, more scientific, less nerdy than my explanation of the Artists Paint Pots area of Yellowstone, click &lt;a href="http://www.americansouthwest.net/wyoming/yellowstone/artists-paint-pots.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's really a cool thing, you should read about it, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna end this post with a few more pics of the beauty that is  Yellowstone. Some of these pics, i took and some Allie took. She does  pretty good for an 8 yr old, or as she always makes me say, "8 almost 9  yr old".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54qsS8bbeOA/Tm2QZpUPaaI/AAAAAAAAB88/GeDifjlvY8U/s1600/DSC03984.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54qsS8bbeOA/Tm2QZpUPaaI/AAAAAAAAB88/GeDifjlvY8U/s640/DSC03984.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNWDLrmlPo/Tm2QhLrm3UI/AAAAAAAAB9A/fs4GOc4wQ9U/s1600/DSC03985.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNWDLrmlPo/Tm2QhLrm3UI/AAAAAAAAB9A/fs4GOc4wQ9U/s640/DSC03985.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looks  like I could get in some good fly fishing here...if I ever fly fished,  which I never have done in my life, but would like to sometime, because  this looks like a perfect spot, like in that Brad Pitt movie a River  Runs Through It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSuxwJduUH4/Tm2QniLFjYI/AAAAAAAAB9E/SoWRdnCF4yQ/s1600/DSC03989.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSuxwJduUH4/Tm2QniLFjYI/AAAAAAAAB9E/SoWRdnCF4yQ/s320/DSC03989.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flower picked for me...aw ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a55d26VT4RU/Tm2Qv1h4arI/AAAAAAAAB9I/dZdmwKNwnCk/s1600/DSC03999.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a55d26VT4RU/Tm2Qv1h4arI/AAAAAAAAB9I/dZdmwKNwnCk/s640/DSC03999.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T23pWZs2LrQ/Tm2RQL0-8kI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/6ey1PFaZNEs/s1600/DSC04006.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T23pWZs2LrQ/Tm2RQL0-8kI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/6ey1PFaZNEs/s320/DSC04006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thug Chase with my visor on. Allie took this pic while driving out of Yellowstone. He was pretty much done for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mLi5ZG1C2SU/Tm2Q3-nH3KI/AAAAAAAAB9M/zkEuiL5WRqc/s1600/DSC04000.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mLi5ZG1C2SU/Tm2Q3-nH3KI/AAAAAAAAB9M/zkEuiL5WRqc/s400/DSC04000.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2urOFN6lTE/Tm2RACgcaOI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Xkqs_mDt3FA/s1600/DSC04001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2urOFN6lTE/Tm2RACgcaOI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Xkqs_mDt3FA/s640/DSC04001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6AObnypSg4/Tm2RIXqcP1I/AAAAAAAAB9U/4OJne8NJOwY/s1600/DSC04002.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6AObnypSg4/Tm2RIXqcP1I/AAAAAAAAB9U/4OJne8NJOwY/s640/DSC04002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T23pWZs2LrQ/Tm2RQL0-8kI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/6ey1PFaZNEs/s1600/DSC04006.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until we meet again dear Yellowstone....next summer, (for more than just one day unlike this summer), when we  decide to take on 'Chase vs Old Faithful.' Who will be conqueror? Chase,  always Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you've never been to Yellowstone, to thee I say "Go &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GO&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(But  be sure to stop at Bear World on your way there if you're coming from  Idaho because it was so cool to see the bears and you may or may not be  able to see a bear in Yellowstone...just some cool buffalo or a grumpy  bison and maybe an elk or 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-678365750246124619?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/678365750246124619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=678365750246124619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/678365750246124619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/678365750246124619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/09/yippie-for-yellowstone.html' title='Yippie for Yellowstone!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HqosrM7V9Y/Tm2GOgG8sBI/AAAAAAAAB8E/-0uDcWYTfQ4/s72-c/DSC04022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-1350374668789194221</id><published>2011-09-07T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:55:39.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6tpx6aA0ck/TmesJilQOaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/3GZfT1RpoCM/s1600/DSC03968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Salt Lake, we stayed the night in Idaho Falls so we could drive to Yellowstone the next day. On our way to Yellowstone we stopped at a place called Bear World. It was very cool. You could drive thru this park that had bears that just walked around, right next to your car! Of course i had to make sure over and over that the windows were locked because i had this crazy fear Chase would roll down his window when a bear came up to the van.&amp;nbsp; Call me crazy but i wouldn't put it past him! Austim=no fear when it comes to stuff like BEARS. At Bear World, they also had this cool "all white" elk and a mama deer with her bambinos...i love when they still have their spots! So.dang.cute. I'm such a city girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6tpx6aA0ck/TmesJilQOaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/3GZfT1RpoCM/s1600/DSC03968.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6tpx6aA0ck/TmesJilQOaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/3GZfT1RpoCM/s640/DSC03968.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-5OofprfN8/TmesSJ3J5MI/AAAAAAAAB7c/NXzZqDK7OY4/s1600/DSC03970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-5OofprfN8/TmesSJ3J5MI/AAAAAAAAB7c/NXzZqDK7OY4/s640/DSC03970.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HieY8rBnt9o/TmesanuAF-I/AAAAAAAAB7g/m3h3g0wRkbs/s1600/DSC03971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HieY8rBnt9o/TmesanuAF-I/AAAAAAAAB7g/m3h3g0wRkbs/s640/DSC03971.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This one apparently had alot to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6vwMzwA8u0M/Tmesisjf7UI/AAAAAAAAB7k/9gcnZZxRqSc/s1600/DSC03972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BM2p9awL3_0/TmesqCXFCNI/AAAAAAAAB7o/oa7k3DaKuIs/s1600/DSC03973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BM2p9awL3_0/TmesqCXFCNI/AAAAAAAAB7o/oa7k3DaKuIs/s400/DSC03973.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPMti7bOTV4/TmesyUuIOUI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Hnow9fSvDCc/s1600/DSC03974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPMti7bOTV4/TmesyUuIOUI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Hnow9fSvDCc/s640/DSC03974.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I died when I saw this....so.darned.cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HrlOMHqfU3o/Tmes6P5JbEI/AAAAAAAAB7w/vCN46lnCC3M/s1600/DSC03975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HrlOMHqfU3o/Tmes6P5JbEI/AAAAAAAAB7w/vCN46lnCC3M/s400/DSC03975.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn7WhVR-VU8/TmetBrnSlOI/AAAAAAAAB70/EXuInp2zhWQ/s1600/DSC03977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn7WhVR-VU8/TmetBrnSlOI/AAAAAAAAB70/EXuInp2zhWQ/s400/DSC03977.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really could have done without the wolves. Yipe! They're more scary to me than a bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QFfHIFck-o/TmetIAZwcOI/AAAAAAAAB74/DNtVuvg314w/s1600/DSC03978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DnEMKgTFO0/TmetPqEgIUI/AAAAAAAAB78/ZhbmqH5sHFI/s320/DSC03982.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See how close they got to our van? See Eric's neck? What a cute neck it is!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FsFUqo2TdM/TmetXu61BcI/AAAAAAAAB8A/vp2P7fMMYFI/s1600/DSC03983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FsFUqo2TdM/TmetXu61BcI/AAAAAAAAB8A/vp2P7fMMYFI/s320/DSC03983.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Allie standing next to the cute fuzzy baby bears they had next door. You could pay 50 &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; dollars to sit on top of a bus and drop food down to the bears that would get on their hind legs using the bus for leverage, but we opted not to do that. You also weren't allowed to come to a complete stop while driving thru the park because the bears will climb on top of your vehicle. And of course when we're driving thru the park, the bus that is full of bear feeder people on top comes to a complete stop to feed the bears and there was no going around them...but whatchagonnado? Luckily, the bear in front of us was more interested in the Christian church bus full of kids that was stuck behind the 'bear feeding bus' so the bear focused his attention there. I'd rather not have a bear clawing at my new van....I know, dumb reason right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned tomorrow with baited breath for Yellowstone...okay, i guess you can breathe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-1350374668789194221?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/1350374668789194221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=1350374668789194221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1350374668789194221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1350374668789194221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/09/bear-world.html' title='Bear World'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a6tpx6aA0ck/TmesJilQOaI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/3GZfT1RpoCM/s72-c/DSC03968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-8755066917371168857</id><published>2011-09-06T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:54:43.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Stop; Salt Lake City baby</title><content type='html'>Well, i was supposed to do this post the next day, but oops! When  kids get sick after school only being back in session after one week,  that kinda trumps everything else. Can we go back to summer vacation  please??? No?? okay....So with the kitchen done, tiled and painted, (oh,  and we added knobs to all the cabinets and bead board underneath the  breakfast bar but those pics will have to come later) we were ready for  our vacation...so off we went!&lt;br /&gt;Our  ultimate goal this family  vacation was to visit the Mormon handcart church history sites of the  Willie and Martin Handcart Co's rescue spots  and then up to Mt  Rushmore.&lt;br /&gt;Our first day, we drove up to Salt Lake City and stayed  in the wonderful Salt Lake Plaza hotel. It's an older hotel but it was  VERY nice and right across the street from temple  square, which is just  where we wanted to be! It had been years since I'd been to temple  square so we spent a day there and then headed up to Idaho Falls that  evening but not before having a bit of fun in the sun. See, you can't  have fun in the sun in Las Vegas, unless you're submerged in water, or  you will pass out and possibly die from heat stroke. So to be able to  walk around, outside, in August, was superb! I know I know, winters get  cold in Utah, but to have summers like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;? Heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ODqFOwGrMDI/TmWvCsijZWI/AAAAAAAAB4s/uzBCC2edRjQ/s1600/DSC03897.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all our luggage..can you tell we're in the military?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_vBNmAkmyE/TmWvBDjgWHI/AAAAAAAAB4M/mEY_yGkH6Ao/s1600/DSC03881.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_vBNmAkmyE/TmWvBDjgWHI/AAAAAAAAB4M/mEY_yGkH6Ao/s640/DSC03881.JPG" width="361" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JOigC0Gilw/TmWz4HGc6HI/AAAAAAAAB6U/j0N9Z6QceYE/s1600/DSC03926.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JOigC0Gilw/TmWz4HGc6HI/AAAAAAAAB6U/j0N9Z6QceYE/s400/DSC03926.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My angels!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VI9B-gh3J6U/TmYfF1dkDrI/AAAAAAAAB60/H8aRTsFOCnE/s1600/DSC03959.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmqjnuCabNA/TmYfSx-SF5I/AAAAAAAAB68/uNcOnnWvo_8/s1600/DSC03967.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmqjnuCabNA/TmYfSx-SF5I/AAAAAAAAB68/uNcOnnWvo_8/s320/DSC03967.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our wonderful Hotel! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7__teyEzx2Y/TmYfVXffpdI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Hnu8336crsk/s1600/Salt+Lake+1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7__teyEzx2Y/TmYfVXffpdI/AAAAAAAAB7A/Hnu8336crsk/s640/Salt+Lake+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chaser and I in front of the Conference Center before we toured it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the roof of the Conference Center, if you havne't been up there, GO. Its cool!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hOjHAkIGG7U/TmYev3Gz6oI/AAAAAAAAB6o/-skHR3Ug844/s320/DSC03941.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nI5Ync_aw6s/TmYlkNLXIjI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/GfL0Djel__o/s1600/DSC03939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nI5Ync_aw6s/TmYlkNLXIjI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/GfL0Djel__o/s640/DSC03939.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;David O McKay is in this pic, can you see him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdNuIgNYC08/TmYe5YKsdGI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ktHTrP5ZpfM/s1600/DSC03944.JPG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdNuIgNYC08/TmYe5YKsdGI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ktHTrP5ZpfM/s400/DSC03944.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the roof of the Conference Center...again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNgCJMUbL44/TmWvBUN5NFI/AAAAAAAAB4U/5U1dk3iHJ4U/s1600/DSC03890.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNgCJMUbL44/TmWvBUN5NFI/AAAAAAAAB4U/5U1dk3iHJ4U/s400/DSC03890.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know..I just don't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wd12ca_3Dsk/TmWvB1DKNSI/AAAAAAAAB4c/538CQKV7FGY/s1600/DSC03891.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wd12ca_3Dsk/TmWvB1DKNSI/AAAAAAAAB4c/538CQKV7FGY/s400/DSC03891.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On our horse drawn carriage ride thru the streets of Salt Lake. So fun to ride on it and make a quick pit stop at&amp;nbsp; Maverick's!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfV1Vd0NwDg/TmWvCks-AWI/AAAAAAAAB4k/sL_0JW9BsTE/s1600/DSC03895.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfV1Vd0NwDg/TmWvCks-AWI/AAAAAAAAB4k/sL_0JW9BsTE/s400/DSC03895.%3Cdiv%20class=" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIfnBEO3Yzs/TmWwcH3SMrI/AAAAAAAAB5U/qRI3rGO3g1I/s1600/DSC03915.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Giving the driver the love he deserves....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CYAHW5thJk/TmWwZrlmx2I/AAAAAAAAB40/r4NenbCIsus/s1600/DSC03900.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CYAHW5thJk/TmWwZrlmx2I/AAAAAAAAB40/r4NenbCIsus/s400/DSC03900.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inside the church history museum. &lt;/i&gt;------&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g01dIo_1eqI/TmWwaSMTIKI/AAAAAAAAB48/qBej2e8sMSg/s1600/DSC03904.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g01dIo_1eqI/TmWwaSMTIKI/AAAAAAAAB48/qBej2e8sMSg/s400/DSC03904.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The WHOLE stain glass window&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PW63VgruOI/TmWwbFcNMYI/AAAAAAAAB5E/iVRTYRbihTQ/s1600/DSC03906.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PW63VgruOI/TmWwbFcNMYI/AAAAAAAAB5E/iVRTYRbihTQ/s400/DSC03906.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The  page on the left is an actual page saved from when Joseph Smith and his  transcriber were translating the Book of Mormon. SO cool!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGCkhiY-Ubw/TmWwb631ccI/AAAAAAAA%3Cdiv%20class=" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WCrn83LNUtE/TmWz5GKbZYI/AAAAAAAAB6k/AN3CR3PLmeo/s1600/DSC03939.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulzM7F0fW_Y/TmWz2q0pUPI/AAAAAAAAB6E/Gkje-eBS-rU/s1600/DSC03917.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9c13Xvlpnlk/TmWz3a_DeUI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Fl4fIcRRLFI/s1600/DSC03921.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9c13Xvlpnlk/TmWz3a_DeUI/AAAAAAAAB6M/Fl4fIcRRLFI/s400/DSC03921.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allie pulling a handcart like the early saint Mormon pioneers. It's about time she pull her own weight around here! haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2JOigC0Gilw/TmWz4HGc6HI/AAAAAAAAB6U/j0N9Z6QceYE/s1600/DSC03926.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QobaqPt_glA/TmWz4e_8TxI/AAAAAAAAB6c/9BJ1AfSCizc/s1600/DSC03929.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIfnBEO3Yzs/TmWwcH3SMrI/AAAAAAAAB5U/qRI3rGO3g1I/s1600/DSC03915.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIfnBEO3Yzs/TmWwcH3SMrI/AAAAAAAAB5U/qRI3rGO3g1I/s400/DSC03915.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death masks of the prophet Joseph and his brother Hyrum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ga59Xkgers/TmYk4LoVheI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uxP-KpTeWKs/s1600/DSC03949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ga59Xkgers/TmYk4LoVheI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uxP-KpTeWKs/s320/DSC03949.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruBQ8uwHqy8/TmYkHiR8pCI/AAAAAAAAB7I/UFX_HwqV8G8/s1600/DSC03962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruBQ8uwHqy8/TmYkHiR8pCI/AAAAAAAAB7I/UFX_HwqV8G8/s400/DSC03962.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My loves, enjoying running on the grass, because when you live in Las Vegas, you don't get grass, really, especially in your front yard, it's illegal. Any house built after 2005 can't have grass. Sad but true. Why do we live there again? haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QobaqPt_glA/TmWz4e_8TxI/AAAAAAAAB6c/9BJ1AfSCizc/s1600/DSC03929.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7aciDwnjn4/TmYfLVWWQjI/AAAAAAAAB64/ZuKfs5WyOeI/s1600/DSC03962.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VI9B-gh3J6U/TmYfF1dkDrI/AAAAAAAAB60/H8aRTsFOCnE/s1600/DSC03959.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VI9B-gh3J6U/TmYfF1dkDrI/AAAAAAAAB60/H8aRTsFOCnE/s640/DSC03959.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My eternal Family, I love these foo's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-8755066917371168857?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/8755066917371168857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=8755066917371168857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8755066917371168857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8755066917371168857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-stop-salt-lake-city-baby.html' title='1st Stop; Salt Lake City baby'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_vBNmAkmyE/TmWvBDjgWHI/AAAAAAAAB4M/mEY_yGkH6Ao/s72-c/DSC03881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-1808493762763023943</id><published>2011-08-31T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:45:13.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tile Backsplash anyone?? Don't mind if i do!</title><content type='html'>So Eric got home from Afghanistan on July 6th and before we left on our vacation, we got right to work on projects at home. We put in a glass tile backplash that turned out so loverly! I LOVE it. But it wasn't easy. The directions said you could do it in one day or so, it took us 5. But it was sooo worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a before pic: We were at first trying different blue's and were origianlly going to stensil a design on the wall for the backsplash but we didn't like how it turned out, so.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRaElAEiqlo/Tl6jj5191bI/AAAAAAAAB38/W28aH1vW1pA/s1600/DSC03857.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRaElAEiqlo/Tl6jj5191bI/AAAAAAAAB38/W28aH1vW1pA/s400/DSC03857.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-achMxZC0z3E/Tl6jjosDZxI/AAAAAAAAB30/hDLF6-07mdU/s1600/DSC03858.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-achMxZC0z3E/Tl6jjosDZxI/AAAAAAAAB30/hDLF6-07mdU/s400/DSC03858.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted above the cabinets yellow, the same yellow I painted the dining room. It looks pretty subtle in this pic, but it's better in person. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8u7f1IiDs0/Tl6jjYDp6qI/AAAAAAAAB3s/ID3zveZOGhE/s1600/DSC03859.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8u7f1IiDs0/Tl6jjYDp6qI/AAAAAAAAB3s/ID3zveZOGhE/s400/DSC03859.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-achMxZC0z3E/Tl6jjosDZxI/AAAAAAAAB30/hDLF6-07mdU/s1600/DSC03858.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allie LOVES to help us paint!Good thing we do alot of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bit0ojJ2kog/Tl6jG7qaK_I/AAAAAAAAB3k/cjr2FC_65VU/s1600/DSC03865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bit0ojJ2kog/Tl6jG7qaK_I/AAAAAAAAB3k/cjr2FC_65VU/s400/DSC03865.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....viola!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2woICiBfhfo/Tl6jF3iWFZI/AAAAAAAAB3E/UecBn_AGAe4/s1600/DSC03878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2woICiBfhfo/Tl6jF3iWFZI/AAAAAAAAB3E/UecBn_AGAe4/s400/DSC03878.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKv_T-PY7Zo/Tl6jGC8s12I/AAAAAAAAB3M/rux5thR_zFU/s1600/DSC03877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKv_T-PY7Zo/Tl6jGC8s12I/AAAAAAAAB3M/rux5thR_zFU/s400/DSC03877.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcS1deXVaEI/Tl6jGeGXkBI/AAAAAAAAB3U/ZZTOYOjB1w0/s1600/DSC03876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcS1deXVaEI/Tl6jGeGXkBI/AAAAAAAAB3U/ZZTOYOjB1w0/s400/DSC03876.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNyC8zILT7o/Tl6jGtPlWCI/AAAAAAAAB3c/F1RhT5mT35o/s1600/DSC03874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" separator"="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNyC8zILT7o/Tl6jGtPlWCI/AAAAAAAAB3c/F1RhT5mT35o/s400/DSC03874.JPG" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" width="400&amp;lt;div class=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRaElAEiqlo/Tl6jj5191bI/AAAAAAAAB38/W28aH1vW1pA/s1600/DSC03857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8u7f1IiDs0/Tl6jjYDp6qI/AAAAAAAAB3s/ID3zveZOGhE/s1600/DSC03859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love how it turned out. But I think next time we want to do something like this again, I'll ask my brother or dad for help because they both are tile setters and would be able to do it &lt;b&gt;alot&lt;/b&gt; faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-achMxZC0z3E/Tl6jjosDZxI/AAAAAAAAB30/hDLF6-07mdU/s1600/DSC03858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned tomorrow for the first segment of our "super road trip to Mt Rushmore and other really cool sites family vacation" pics! I know you'll be waiting with baited breath...right? No? Oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-1808493762763023943?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/1808493762763023943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=1808493762763023943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1808493762763023943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1808493762763023943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-tile-backsplash-anyone-dont-mind-if.html' title='New Tile Backsplash anyone?? Don&apos;t mind if i do!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRaElAEiqlo/Tl6jj5191bI/AAAAAAAAB38/W28aH1vW1pA/s72-c/DSC03857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-2468749963961044810</id><published>2011-08-25T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:09:48.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been away...</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog:I'm sorry I've been neglecting you so long&amp;nbsp; :( Since Eric came home from Afghanistan, we've just been busy with projects at home and our family summer vacation. (Which I'm still on by the way, and which is going fabulous, so fabulous in fact that I dont' wanna go home!!!)&lt;br /&gt;But when we do finally arrive at home, I've got some great pics to show you and stories to tell of our adventures!!!! So hang tight, and don't be mad okay? Gotta go, Chase is being a crazy person right now. I sure love that little boy, and btw again, he's handled this vacation and all the driving (it was a road trip after all) like a champ, a champ I tell ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-2468749963961044810?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/2468749963961044810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=2468749963961044810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/2468749963961044810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/2468749963961044810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-been-away.html' title='I&apos;ve been away...'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-6862501227763647502</id><published>2011-07-20T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:45:49.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric's home, it's about flippin time !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r22H2lBQ4sw/TifAGnQYsPI/AAAAAAAAB2U/D5jBjKe1Jkk/s1600/DSC03802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r22H2lBQ4sw/TifAGnQYsPI/AAAAAAAAB2U/D5jBjKe1Jkk/s320/DSC03802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Allie with her grandpa (Eric's pappy)&lt;/i&gt; and holding up the sign she made for her dad to see when he walked off the plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7miQh9kZpCg/Tie6z1daCwI/AAAAAAAAB18/g3u41n6pAI0/s1600/DSC03803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7miQh9kZpCg/Tie6z1daCwI/AAAAAAAAB18/g3u41n6pAI0/s1600/DSC03803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8zBPoEZwXM/Tie_KQi2ZDI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/qVIQ1vVXDeU/s320/FotoFlexer_Photo1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Me and Eric's ma&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;and Chase's legs behind the banner&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEMGHwMLQQk/Tie62-DK-dI/AAAAAAAAB2A/PIM50f_UG4s/s1600/DSC03804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxYJ3xm_qGA/Tie68EFIhGI/AAAAAAAAB2E/ipL6r80wxRQ/s1600/DSC03805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxYJ3xm_qGA/Tie68EFIhGI/AAAAAAAAB2E/ipL6r80wxRQ/s320/DSC03805.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Finally home)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWrqozRSuU/Tie7BGVH2II/AAAAAAAAB2I/g53HpCQgOms/s1600/DSC03806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWrqozRSuU/Tie7BGVH2II/AAAAAAAAB2I/g53HpCQgOms/s320/DSC03806.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE this pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBW5AZ39Vv0/Tie7FGfC4rI/AAAAAAAAB2M/OTZqZ5FK11k/s1600/DSC03807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBW5AZ39Vv0/Tie7FGfC4rI/AAAAAAAAB2M/OTZqZ5FK11k/s320/DSC03807.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the guy taking a pic of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEMGHwMLQQk/Tie62-DK-dI/AAAAAAAAB2A/PIM50f_UG4s/s1600/DSC03804.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eric came home from Afghanistan on July13th. He was gone about 7 months. We survived!!! And we're happy he's home!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We weren't sure what Chase's reaction would be, but right away when he saw his dad, he starting laughing really hard and had no reservations about it.&amp;nbsp; Of course Allie was ecstatic and loves having her dad home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully we got to go to the terminal and see him walk off the jetway. The dude at the ticket counter downstairs at the check-in counter tried to give me grief about wanting ALL of us to get special passes that allowed us up to the gates, but after a while, he simmered down and gave us all passes...whew! Of course it helped that I wouldn't take "no" for an answer :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Eric walked off the plane, everyone that was sitting in the terminal stood up and clapped. It was very touching! A guy came over and shook Eric's hand and thanked him for his service. The lady at the counter was wiping her eyes and a man told his son as they were walking off the plane before Eric walked out that he wanted to stop and witness this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was all very exciting. Whenever Eric has come home from a deployment in the past, he's always flown onto the base, so it was a very different experience having him fly into an international airport and see the reaction from other people. It was awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're soooo glad he's home!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I missed my Airman :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6655020034530115297-6862501227763647502?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/6862501227763647502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=6862501227763647502' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/6862501227763647502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/6862501227763647502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/07/erics-home-its-about-flippin-time.html' title='Eric&apos;s home, it&apos;s about flippin time !'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r22H2lBQ4sw/TifAGnQYsPI/AAAAAAAAB2U/D5jBjKe1Jkk/s72-c/DSC03802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-4374124835853340526</id><published>2011-06-17T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:08:34.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase and the Kindergarten Graduation</title><content type='html'>Chaser graduated from Kindergarten last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdgc4rmevhw/Tff4XR_OQcI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/cUTQBSIWHf8/s1600/DSC03752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdgc4rmevhw/Tff4XR_OQcI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/cUTQBSIWHf8/s320/DSC03752.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here he is walking the green mile to his seat for the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7n20H-XAFXc/Tff5d_oKBKI/AAAAAAAAB1U/hiwVTmxGq-k/s1600/DSC03775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most kids loved the attention and experience. Chase...well...by the look on his face, I"m not so sure! :) His teacher said they practiced alot, so he knew what he was doing, but he sure didn't know why! I love that they gave him the opportunity to participate in it. He LOVED going to Kindergarten. He would ask his autism teacher all day if he could go to Kindergarten. He would say to her: "Let's go to Kindergarten!" The kids in both the morning and afternoon classes were so good to Chase. They always said Hello and tried to get him involved in things. I know kids won't always be that nice to Chase as he gets older and moves up the grades, but for now, kids are so sweet! And any child who bullies him later on in school will have to answer to me, and they do not want that experience I tell you what!!! Because I will unleash the mama bear and she's Irish! Anyway, I digress, so, he would attend Kindergarten twice a day for a half an hour, and then go back to his autism classroom. I am so thankful the Kindergarten teacher was so willing and open to have Chase in there. Thank you Mrs. Messerli (pictured with Chase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7n20H-XAFXc/Tff5d_oKBKI/AAAAAAAAB1U/hiwVTmxGq-k/s1600/DSC03775.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1JIh2JF4lss/Tff5itNm7rI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/wF70eoGAhXQ/s1600/DSC03774.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1JIh2JF4lss/Tff5itNm7rI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/wF70eoGAhXQ/s320/DSC03774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Who's kid cries when he's handed his graduation diploma?? Mine! See...Chase knows that it's good to be unique and different, and the boy isn't afraid to show it! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSNr9dsbRQw/Tff7Cr7LygI/AAAAAAAAB1g/KlxeV7NCq-8/s1600/DSC03756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSNr9dsbRQw/Tff7Cr7LygI/AAAAAAAAB1g/KlxeV7NCq-8/s320/DSC03756.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TR8_tGG4oUc/Tff8wez1trI/AAAAAAAAB1k/ZifyGaiYFHE/s1600/Chaseandmegraduation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TR8_tGG4oUc/Tff8wez1trI/AAAAAAAAB1k/ZifyGaiYFHE/s320/Chaseandmegraduation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETS96cWnbwc/Tff8yTR_wJI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ump5apZu4kY/s1600/Ms+Kathleen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETS96cWnbwc/Tff8yTR_wJI/AAAAAAAAB1o/ump5apZu4kY/s320/Ms+Kathleen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxXVd7k1NeI/TfrNKIrCIYI/AAAAAAAAB1s/YCx9NThi9B0/s1600/DSC03766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Here he is with one of the teacher assistants, Ms Kathleen, who is totally awesome! She always insisted on Chase saying "Hello Ms Kathleen" to her every morning. I know that was instrumental in Chase being able to finally say Hello to everyone and saying their name after the Hello! (most of the time, if he knows your name :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7n20H-XAFXc/Tff5d_oKBKI/AAAAAAAAB1U/hiwVTmxGq-k/s1600/DSC03775.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7n20H-XAFXc/Tff5d_oKBKI/AAAAAAAAB1U/hiwVTmxGq-k/s320/DSC03775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(He's done with wearing the grad hat) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxXVd7k1NeI/TfrNKIrCIYI/AAAAAAAAB1s/YCx9NThi9B0/s1600/DSC03766.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxXVd7k1NeI/TfrNKIrCIYI/AAAAAAAAB1s/YCx9NThi9B0/s320/DSC03766.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asHAfctJo-U/TftMAfFVCfI/AAAAAAAAB1w/_r4M-v51qeM/s1600/msholliandchase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-asHAfctJo-U/TftMAfFVCfI/AAAAAAAAB1w/_r4M-v51qeM/s320/msholliandchase.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chase with his teacher Ms Holli. Don't let Chase's expression fool you. He truly does LOVE his autism teacher. He was just plum darn sick and tired of me takin pics..what's with the gang sign he's throwin though anyways....She is THE BEST teacher in the world and has made Chase progress leaps and bounds this year. SHE potty trained Chase, not me. There's no way in the world I could thank her enough for that. Do you know how long I worried about how to potty train him? How do you potty train a child who has autism, was 5 years old, showed NO INTEREST in it and didn't mind wearing pull ups all day,&lt;i&gt; and&lt;/i&gt; was non-verbal to boot?&lt;br /&gt;This year, Chase has learned to talk, ask for things, perform simple tasks, and use the potty! &lt;br /&gt;Halleluiah, life just got a little bit, nay, a lot easier! &lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could just have my hubs back home safe and sound....&lt;br /&gt;Next month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-4374124835853340526?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/4374124835853340526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=4374124835853340526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/4374124835853340526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/4374124835853340526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/06/chase-and-kindergarten-graduation.html' title='Chase and the Kindergarten Graduation'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdgc4rmevhw/Tff4XR_OQcI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/cUTQBSIWHf8/s72-c/DSC03752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-4632788585070974056</id><published>2011-06-06T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:15:12.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say it's your birthday..nah nah nah nah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLj_gX0Xo0c/Te2ywr20ELI/AAAAAAAAB1E/C52LQRD_VdE/s1600/DSC03733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLj_gX0Xo0c/Te2ywr20ELI/AAAAAAAAB1E/C52LQRD_VdE/s400/DSC03733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615340859876970674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase had a birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I tell him every year to stop growing up and getting older, but he doesn't listen! Why don't these kids listen to their mama?!&lt;br /&gt;This birthday was the first b-day that Chase actually blew out a candle and opened a present. Past years he wouldn't go near a flame, even on a candle. He would just get a panicked look and plug his ears, and as far as opening presents, no interest at all. But this year was different! Well, there was a little bit of ear plugging, but hey....still progress from last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YImhS_yTB7Y/Te2ziNr5PFI/AAAAAAAAB1M/WsFjnIv2RIE/s1600/DSC03727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YImhS_yTB7Y/Te2ziNr5PFI/AAAAAAAAB1M/WsFjnIv2RIE/s400/DSC03727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615341710771567698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually wanted to blow out his candle and he opened the presents without a lot of coaxing.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard that Eric has to miss holidays and birthdays, and it's really too bad he didn't marry a better picture taker! But, as the french say.....C'est la vie!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUjg-aC4KSs/Te2si97jOvI/AAAAAAAAB0c/tMkUSECjGFg/s1600/DSC03722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUjg-aC4KSs/Te2si97jOvI/AAAAAAAAB0c/tMkUSECjGFg/s400/DSC03722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615334027140741874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase listening to his dad sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday to him..and after it was done, Chase softly said "Wa-hoo"&lt;br /&gt;it-was-so-cute, I Loved it! I died!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6tJQ9I6ia0/Te2u9f0W9UI/AAAAAAAAB00/3iCmBWs_Lfc/s1600/DSC03723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s6tJQ9I6ia0/Te2u9f0W9UI/AAAAAAAAB00/3iCmBWs_Lfc/s400/DSC03723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615336681937237314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Guess the Chaser was gettin a little tired of the camera!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, that's Chase in his underwear. That's how this kid rolls. Who needs pants when you're 6...or 36 for that matter!?!&lt;br /&gt;This kid never ceases to amaze me with what he can do, and how he progresses towards recovery from his autism.&lt;br /&gt;When I told Chase Happy Birthday when he woke up and came downstairs, he looked at me like I'd just asked him to go shave the cat.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year he'll understand a little more what it means to have a birthday. Everytime I told him "Chase...Happy Birthday", he'd reply with a Happy Birthday back. I wish I could see into his mind and find out what he's thinking. That would sure be magnificent!&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/6655020034530115297-4632788585070974056?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/4632788585070974056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=4632788585070974056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/4632788585070974056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/4632788585070974056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/06/they-say-its-your-birthdaynah-nah-nah.html' title='They say it&apos;s your birthday..nah nah nah nah'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLj_gX0Xo0c/Te2ywr20ELI/AAAAAAAAB1E/C52LQRD_VdE/s72-c/DSC03733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-5923368034455721331</id><published>2011-06-05T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:35:31.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I can say....</title><content type='html'>May is over. It was a busy and fun month except for the stomach flu that  tried to weasel it's way in, but I made it weasel it's way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  that May is gone, I can officially say Eric comes home "next" month! I  love that I can finally say that! And then when July comes, I will be  able to say...yep, you guessed it, Eric comes home this month! Of course  i don't know the exact day, because anybody who knows the military  knows that the date of his coming home will change 2.98749930 gazillion  times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May's Happenings, told in pictures if you please:&lt;br /&gt;Chase wrote his first sentence (see last month's post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my really good friends moved away :(  But one of them just moved over to the 'west side' so that's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWF3tgKEmQk/TexW9pP7dmI/AAAAAAAABzk/6qLNtb3KLWk/s1600/The%2Bgirls%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWF3tgKEmQk/TexW9pP7dmI/AAAAAAAABzk/6qLNtb3KLWk/s400/The%2Bgirls%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614958452468840034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The day Lisa moved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of friend's b-day lunches in May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lindsay had a b-day at Cafe Rio=yum!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbqyq0AJevA/TexfMEq2TQI/AAAAAAAABzs/jZXQ9BTD7rc/s1600/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbqyq0AJevA/TexfMEq2TQI/AAAAAAAABzs/jZXQ9BTD7rc/s400/DSC03646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614967496440696066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvu7RvpX1bw/TexfMc3lorI/AAAAAAAABz0/Vl7fsLgTF3M/s1600/Melindas%2Bbday%2Blunch%2B2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvu7RvpX1bw/TexfMc3lorI/AAAAAAAABz0/Vl7fsLgTF3M/s400/Melindas%2Bbday%2Blunch%2B2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614967502936580786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(B-day lunch at Chipotle for Melinda!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie went on her first motorcycle ride with our friend John. She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx3MKjjd9ws/TexhQi3DZEI/AAAAAAAABz8/-SvOgWXyzhg/s1600/DSC03661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx3MKjjd9ws/TexhQi3DZEI/AAAAAAAABz8/-SvOgWXyzhg/s400/DSC03661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614969772287681602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I love Chase, standing in the background, plugging his ears of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LVO-9w5ZDsI/TexhQ3pksnI/AAAAAAAAB0E/qYDy-WkvNoU/s1600/DSC03664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LVO-9w5ZDsI/TexhQ3pksnI/AAAAAAAAB0E/qYDy-WkvNoU/s400/DSC03664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614969777868288626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://laleysports.com/portal/images/stories/jreviews/_SOMERSETACADEMY_1300820066.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day bbq at the in-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Qhz8AIYwek/Texh85zPhOI/AAAAAAAAB0M/ZG_tfqLZZpM/s1600/DSC03709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Qhz8AIYwek/Texh85zPhOI/AAAAAAAAB0M/ZG_tfqLZZpM/s400/DSC03709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970534359958754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Really Chase, you had to sit like that?? And Allie...with her crazy eyes and smile...we're a good looking group I'd say!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEGa9DyfMSo/Texi5mC_Z0I/AAAAAAAAB0U/AYj4intVeJY/s1600/DSC03666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEGa9DyfMSo/Texi5mC_Z0I/AAAAAAAAB0U/AYj4intVeJY/s400/DSC03666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614971577029322562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase  and his morning milkshake...I feed my kids sooo well, wearin a sweet  hat, and Allie looking at the Walmart catalog for a killer slip n slide  for Memorial Day festivities)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days of school left&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks till Eric comes home!&lt;br /&gt;In which I will regain my sanity and hopefully my desire to cook...for when Eric is deployed, the kitchen's closed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-5923368034455721331?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/5923368034455721331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=5923368034455721331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5923368034455721331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5923368034455721331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/06/now-i-can-say_05.html' title='Now I can say....'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWF3tgKEmQk/TexW9pP7dmI/AAAAAAAABzk/6qLNtb3KLWk/s72-c/The%2Bgirls%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-3483571332001734014</id><published>2011-05-26T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T07:34:33.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconceivable!</title><content type='html'>I can never hear or think of that word without thinking of Vizzini, the bald Sicilian with a lisp on the movie Princess Bride.  And then that leads me to think about Indigo Montoya saying to Vizzini "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. " and then the second you hear the name Inigo Montoya, you can't help but remember the line "HELLO. My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die".&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. I haven't been blogging much since Eric's been deployed, which is when I should be blogging more since he's gone and he'll wanna see pics and hear stories about his offspring, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he's gone, I don't have time to blog. It's a vicious cycle people, vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're almost 9 yr old asks you if you still blog, that means the time to blog is due, past due really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really not much to blog about EXCEPT for the coolest thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Chase wrote his first sentence!  I'm talking, a real sentence, not a traced one! When things like that happen, all the time, energy, money and therapy that's put into that blond haired, blue eyed gem is SO worth it! All of that would be worth it regardless of course, but it's so much more rewarding, regardless :) Now I'm like Vizzini using the same word  too much, but without a lisp. And I know what it means in case Inigo Montoya asks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's the first one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNcfBnmPncs/TeR8IolYmHI/AAAAAAAABzY/II7lSQO-PPM/s1600/Sentence1_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNcfBnmPncs/TeR8IolYmHI/AAAAAAAABzY/II7lSQO-PPM/s400/Sentence1_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612747523385497714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one shows Chase tracing the sentence, practicing it. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fApAzigycFs/TeR8IW9VN3I/AAAAAAAABzQ/7shNm08cvq8/s1600/Sentence2_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fApAzigycFs/TeR8IW9VN3I/AAAAAAAABzQ/7shNm08cvq8/s400/Sentence2_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612747518654101362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MjReN3GL6A/TeR8IdUa5oI/AAAAAAAABzI/UthJ63kvfPw/s1600/Sentence3_0003.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second one is him writing the sentence all on his own...no tracing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MjReN3GL6A/TeR8IdUa5oI/AAAAAAAABzI/UthJ63kvfPw/s1600/Sentence3_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MjReN3GL6A/TeR8IdUa5oI/AAAAAAAABzI/UthJ63kvfPw/s400/Sentence3_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612747520361555586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then this last one is just darn cute with his crazy blue handprint and 'un'traced sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I just love these. It gives me so much hope for him in 1st grade. I know things will get harder next school year but seeing these accomplishments makes me so happy and hopeful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today was Memorial Day and I'm so glad and grateful I was able to spend it with family, especially since my hubs is away in Afghanistan. Thank you to all who have served and are serving our great country today. We are free and happy because of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who said this but I like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"From the bitter cold winter at Valley Forge, to the  mountains of Afghanistan and the deserts of Iraq, our soldiers have  courageously answered when called, gone where ordered, and defended our  nation with honor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&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/6655020034530115297-3483571332001734014?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/3483571332001734014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=3483571332001734014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3483571332001734014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3483571332001734014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/05/inconceivable.html' title='Inconceivable!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GNcfBnmPncs/TeR8IolYmHI/AAAAAAAABzY/II7lSQO-PPM/s72-c/Sentence1_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-5426743952821915432</id><published>2011-05-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T17:24:22.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2011, say what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBxAIALgH5w/Tci_aiD0xTI/AAAAAAAABzA/5JND_tuRrK4/s1600/Mother%2527s%2BDay%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBxAIALgH5w/Tci_aiD0xTI/AAAAAAAABzA/5JND_tuRrK4/s400/Mother%2527s%2BDay%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604940198802933042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother's Day 2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCmUkmEIs14/Tci_ANVO6HI/AAAAAAAABy4/mKfQqvLu9R8/s1600/mothers%2Bday%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCmUkmEIs14/Tci_ANVO6HI/AAAAAAAABy4/mKfQqvLu9R8/s400/mothers%2Bday%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604939746562205810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother's Day 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So blogger.com had some technical difficulties and any blog posts that were made after Wed got deleted! They said they would restore them all, but I have a feelin it just ain't gonna happen. It kept the pics from my Wednesday blog post, but not anything I'd written. It's hard to remember all that I wrote but I do remember telling about something that happened with Chase.&lt;br /&gt;I was pumping gas on Saturday night (day before Mother's Day) and Chase rolled down his window so I turned around to face him and before I could say anything he said "Hi Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Allie and I both said to each other.."DID YOU HEAR THAT?? CHASE SAID HI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, you may be thinking, "whoopdeedo and big deal, you're kid said Hi to you". But it was a big deal, because it was the first time my son, who will turn 6 yrs old next month, has ever said hello to me.&lt;br /&gt;For years now, we say Hi to Chase and then have to prompt him to say hi back, and what he always says is "Hi Chase" because that's what he just heard you say. So then we would say, "No Chase, say Hi (insert name here) and then he would repeat what he was told to repeat. I always cringe a bit when people say hello to him in the grocery store or somewhere like that because I feel like I have to explain why he flat out ignores them, as they stand there waiting for a hello back.  Chase isn't being a bratty child, he just doesn't say Hi back because he doesn't understand/comprehend that it's the socially acceptable thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't express how when he said hi to me. It is so profoundly rewarding to see years of working with Chase on something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; click. The thing I love about having a child with autism, is that when they learn something new, no matter how small, the joy you feel is beyond describable, because you know it's a step closer to them being able to live and function in a "normal" world.  Every little thing they accomplish is HUGE, and the pride you feel as their parent is HUGE because these things do not come easily or naturally for them in most cases.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how amazing it was to have Chase walk through the door on Monday after school and have him come right up to me and say "Hi Mom"&lt;br /&gt;Or the next day when i walked into a room, and I wasn't ignored by him when I said Hello, but was greeted with a smile and a hello back? Do you have an almost 6 year old child? Have you had to wait for all that time to engage with them like this? Because I have, and it was hard waiting. Everything is baby steps with autism, and teaching Chase to say Hello was another baby step that I will appreciate for as long as I live. As a parent, you want more than anything to engage with your child, to have them understand and know how much you love them.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your children, never take the baby steps for granted, because it's those small steps that lead them to greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-5426743952821915432?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/5426743952821915432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=5426743952821915432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5426743952821915432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5426743952821915432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-2011-say-what.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2011, say what??'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UBxAIALgH5w/Tci_aiD0xTI/AAAAAAAABzA/5JND_tuRrK4/s72-c/Mother%2527s%2BDay%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-1925121851325391792</id><published>2011-04-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:05:31.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived Spring Break 2011!!!</title><content type='html'>I survived Spring Break 2011, and so did my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the fun we had! Oh how broke we are now!&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;We did something fun every day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if all the 'fun' is just torture to Chase, because for most of the time, he's plugging his ears, but he still smiles and laughs so i guess it's not all bad, i hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: We went to the zoo. I know I know, you're probably saying "Las Vegas has a zoo??" or maybe you're not saying that, but they do. And it's small and smelly and usually the animals look sad and are most likely designing an escape plan, but it wasn't too hot or windy the day we went so it was survivable! The kids are still young enough where even a sad zoo is a fun zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times I lost Chase at the zoo:&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfJduDE-DCM/TbiEn4ukqyI/AAAAAAAABvQ/PEsjASpTxXc/s1600/DSC03412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfJduDE-DCM/TbiEn4ukqyI/AAAAAAAABvQ/PEsjASpTxXc/s400/DSC03412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371957412703010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPfARlJ5Lek/TbiE98gxHmI/AAAAAAAABwA/J7TUbmHdgtU/s1600/DSC03420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPfARlJ5Lek/TbiE98gxHmI/AAAAAAAABwA/J7TUbmHdgtU/s400/DSC03420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600372336385662562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Doesn't a peacock show it's feathers when it feels threatened?? Well, if you had a Chase coming after you with grabby hands, you might feel this way too.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfnf4cLygu0/TbiE9nTw09I/AAAAAAAABv4/_h-lXKXXGP8/s1600/DSC03417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfnf4cLygu0/TbiE9nTw09I/AAAAAAAABv4/_h-lXKXXGP8/s400/DSC03417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600372330693972946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJIUi4GuWwY/TbiEol15gOI/AAAAAAAABvo/6BCm5c82K9Q/s1600/DSC03416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJIUi4GuWwY/TbiEol15gOI/AAAAAAAABvo/6BCm5c82K9Q/s400/DSC03416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371969523024098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(What Chase did most of the time at the zoo. We wonder why that is his preferred method of covering his ears...it looks like it hurts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-748Ogb9HtUM/TbiEoexdgSI/AAAAAAAABvg/S2BvSAhTHgE/s1600/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-748Ogb9HtUM/TbiEoexdgSI/AAAAAAAABvg/S2BvSAhTHgE/s400/DSC03415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371967625363746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf9Z14UBSp8/TbiEoCcQnQI/AAAAAAAABvY/jH9Y00T_Rng/s1600/DSC03413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf9Z14UBSp8/TbiEoCcQnQI/AAAAAAAABvY/jH9Y00T_Rng/s400/DSC03413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371960020245762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rQtPjTHHMg/TbiE93IL4tI/AAAAAAAABwI/-syHCwnJM1E/s1600/DSC03422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rQtPjTHHMg/TbiE93IL4tI/AAAAAAAABwI/-syHCwnJM1E/s400/DSC03422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600372334940381906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera died after we left the goat feeding area, but besides this otter and some bare butt baboons, that's about all there was to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;: We went to the Leid's Children's Discovery Museum. Awesome place to visit if you come to Vegas with your kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times I lost Chase at the Discovery Museum:&lt;/span&gt; 1 (Where was he? In the men's bathroom wearing no shoes and flushing the urinal over and over of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIckqMJ5uVw/TbiK1m_4wSI/AAAAAAAABxY/YBFTbLnMXe8/s1600/DSC03425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIckqMJ5uVw/TbiK1m_4wSI/AAAAAAAABxY/YBFTbLnMXe8/s400/DSC03425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378790241419554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1rhGmjstMo/TbiK1dpENPI/AAAAAAAABxQ/_Sp_iX4d7c0/s1600/DSC03428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1rhGmjstMo/TbiK1dpENPI/AAAAAAAABxQ/_Sp_iX4d7c0/s400/DSC03428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378787729782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmgqetg7GeU/TbiK01AiVHI/AAAAAAAABxA/93H7r3hZMfU/s1600/DSC03430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmgqetg7GeU/TbiK01AiVHI/AAAAAAAABxA/93H7r3hZMfU/s400/DSC03430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378776822371442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqrYZrjDS9s/TbiK0hnrWVI/AAAAAAAABw4/yS7XMNg3Fuw/s1600/DSC03434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqrYZrjDS9s/TbiK0hnrWVI/AAAAAAAABw4/yS7XMNg3Fuw/s400/DSC03434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378771617831250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TquOpiejRcM/TbiKUVmTrAI/AAAAAAAABww/sEx65kFZZyY/s1600/DSC03437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TquOpiejRcM/TbiKUVmTrAI/AAAAAAAABww/sEx65kFZZyY/s400/DSC03437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378218635045890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxYV0UfrbDY/TbiKUEV-LlI/AAAAAAAABwo/lww6JNfH5e0/s1600/DSC03440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxYV0UfrbDY/TbiKUEV-LlI/AAAAAAAABwo/lww6JNfH5e0/s400/DSC03440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378214003125842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUUEKC0veps/TbiKT0My93I/AAAAAAAABwg/c3WKS1ddhuA/s1600/DSC03443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUUEKC0veps/TbiKT0My93I/AAAAAAAABwg/c3WKS1ddhuA/s400/DSC03443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378209669674866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2GTVwby8sU/TbiKTvhtGPI/AAAAAAAABwY/B4va8RItt_g/s1600/DSC03444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2GTVwby8sU/TbiKTvhtGPI/AAAAAAAABwY/B4va8RItt_g/s400/DSC03444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378208415193330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UGcNOUulZM/TbiKTVfY4aI/AAAAAAAABwQ/6Xdvbcg3ftk/s1600/DSC03446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UGcNOUulZM/TbiKTVfY4aI/AAAAAAAABwQ/6Xdvbcg3ftk/s400/DSC03446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378201426157986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie and me, I, whatever, with my Willy Wonka sunglasses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did alot more fun stuff at the children's museum, but my camera battery died, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednsday&lt;/span&gt;: Natural History Museum was graced with our presence. Another really cool place for kids to go visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times I lost Chase:&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;Where did i find him? In the women's bathroom flushing the toilets of course. Wonder how easy it is to lose Chase? Well, babysit him for a day, take him to a public place, and then memorize where all the bathrooms are and you'll know. Plus, he's as quiet as a mouse and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; wants to walk behind you. I think it's so he can make his great escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d13ZcH9qruM/TbiOHxSXFiI/AAAAAAAAByQ/jqiWUOxnRYQ/s1600/DSC03451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d13ZcH9qruM/TbiOHxSXFiI/AAAAAAAAByQ/jqiWUOxnRYQ/s400/DSC03451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382400775788066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie and her BFF Emily petting the bears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxWzb0gZ4hM/TbiOH0X7AiI/AAAAAAAAByI/lwFSGPUjrE4/s1600/DSC03452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxWzb0gZ4hM/TbiOH0X7AiI/AAAAAAAAByI/lwFSGPUjrE4/s400/DSC03452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382401604420130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm not the world's best picture taker but in this tank was some kind of shark and those things that look like they flap their wings when they swim. Chase loved watching the fish and kept trying to climb in the tank. There were tons of missionaries there that day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2ZCv2vU8DI/TbiOAWccOSI/AAAAAAAAByA/ePVBfmJLdIw/s1600/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2ZCv2vU8DI/TbiOAWccOSI/AAAAAAAAByA/ePVBfmJLdIw/s400/DSC03453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382273311226146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tcAHJj05b0/TbiN_1k1O9I/AAAAAAAABx4/dU4zmJ4gFvM/s1600/DSC03454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tcAHJj05b0/TbiN_1k1O9I/AAAAAAAABx4/dU4zmJ4gFvM/s400/DSC03454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382264488049618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgdTX2aa1QM/TbiN_tkDH-I/AAAAAAAABxw/vd4yzsopkE0/s1600/DSC03456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgdTX2aa1QM/TbiN_tkDH-I/AAAAAAAABxw/vd4yzsopkE0/s400/DSC03456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382262337282018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKIDdKBuKfM/TbiN_rTlcLI/AAAAAAAABxo/k6kTiGfaq90/s1600/DSC03460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKIDdKBuKfM/TbiN_rTlcLI/AAAAAAAABxo/k6kTiGfaq90/s400/DSC03460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382261731356850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie finding Nemo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j40zxhRtejk/TbiN_ekTKeI/AAAAAAAABxg/1E3giX-gh88/s1600/DSC03465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j40zxhRtejk/TbiN_ekTKeI/AAAAAAAABxg/1E3giX-gh88/s400/DSC03465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382258311801314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; Adventuredome inside the Circus Circus. By this point, i was less than excited to take pics, even though previous pics could possibly be considered great works of art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times I lost Chase&lt;/span&gt;: 1--he never knew where the bathroom's were until right before we left, but he saw the ferris wheel and decided to go to it before i was ready, but rest assured, he didn't get far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC7xLKE3HvE/TbiRLcKmazI/AAAAAAAAByY/-CqEtKJNpKw/s1600/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC7xLKE3HvE/TbiRLcKmazI/AAAAAAAAByY/-CqEtKJNpKw/s400/DSC03466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600385762360453938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie and her friend on the pirate ship ride)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't remember what we did on Friday, but I know we did something...but by this point I was tired and mostly broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QReAyIc3lJE/TbmqHIJJ27I/AAAAAAAAByo/DUAQ3_EosCA/s1600/DSC03474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QReAyIc3lJE/TbmqHIJJ27I/AAAAAAAAByo/DUAQ3_EosCA/s400/DSC03474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600694651033607090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We didn't forget to dye Easter eggs though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQOMDTmdWv8/TbmqG3qZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAByg/0c2c6TKOqqE/s1600/DSC03478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQOMDTmdWv8/TbmqG3qZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAByg/0c2c6TKOqqE/s400/DSC03478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600694646609670546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You are witnessing the 5.7 seconds that Chase was interested in the whole situation, but at least he tried!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; It was bitter sweet when Monday came and the kids went back to school. It was nice to do so many fun things together and we had a wonderful Easter Day at church and with our family. What would have made it even better would have been if Eric was here!  But there is a light at the end of the tunnel finally! Still small but getting larger everyday passing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eric:&lt;br /&gt;Look at our beautiful babies on Easter Sunday!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyU7xB2vLDk/TbmqHZz8GWI/AAAAAAAAByw/h_9P8XYV8yQ/s1600/DSC03486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyU7xB2vLDk/TbmqHZz8GWI/AAAAAAAAByw/h_9P8XYV8yQ/s400/DSC03486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600694655776463202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We miss you and can't wait for you to come home! Afghanistan's had you long enough...wink wink. See you in 2.5 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-1925121851325391792?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/1925121851325391792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=1925121851325391792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1925121851325391792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1925121851325391792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-survived-spring-break-2011.html' title='I survived Spring Break 2011!!!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfJduDE-DCM/TbiEn4ukqyI/AAAAAAAABvQ/PEsjASpTxXc/s72-c/DSC03412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-6233669523662954434</id><published>2011-04-24T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T10:07:11.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter--Remember the reason for the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ui9zGBdRx90/TbQ6stw07vI/AAAAAAAABvI/55q_5jTfZ24/s1600/jesus%2Btomb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ui9zGBdRx90/TbQ6stw07vI/AAAAAAAABvI/55q_5jTfZ24/s400/jesus%2Btomb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599164776601415410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“In our hour of deepest sorrow, we can receive profound peace from the words of the angel that first Easter morning: ‘He is not here: for he is risen.’" Thomas S. Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-6233669523662954434?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/6233669523662954434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=6233669523662954434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/6233669523662954434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/6233669523662954434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter--Remember the reason for the season'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ui9zGBdRx90/TbQ6stw07vI/AAAAAAAABvI/55q_5jTfZ24/s72-c/jesus%2Btomb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-3548593218926855843</id><published>2011-04-12T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:58:58.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: I drive like a Cullen</title><content type='html'>Lemmie tell ya about the $195.00 dollar breakfast burrito....but first, I'll back up for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;When we moved back to the US after living on Japan for 4 years, i kinda-sorta didn't stop driving like they do in Japan...at least not right away.&lt;br /&gt;I got pulled over 4 times in less than a year that first year we were back.&lt;br /&gt;2 times for speeding (1 totally wasn't my fault)&lt;br /&gt;1 time for rolling thru a stop sign on base (totally lame, it's better on gas if you don't come to a complete stop anyway)&lt;br /&gt;and i can't remember what the 4th one was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understandably after that year of getting so many tickets, i slowed the heck down, came to complete stops and didn't speed up thru yellow lights just to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I, for some reason and without a good explanation, really wanted a breakfast burrito from MickeyD's.  As we all learned from the movie Big Daddy, McDonalds stops serving breakfast at 10:30am. ("Could somebody get the kid a Happy Meal??!!!!")&lt;br /&gt;It was 10:23 when i got into my new sweet van, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh32pYCefEQ/TaZ9i9oYxxI/AAAAAAAABvA/5ixTlTe0TXY/s1600/DSC03338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh32pYCefEQ/TaZ9i9oYxxI/AAAAAAAABvA/5ixTlTe0TXY/s400/DSC03338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595297626667403026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left my house and while driving, I happened to look down at how fast I was going when i was about half way there, and saw that i was speeding. I don't speed. I drive grandma-ish. That's what happens when you get pulled over 4 times in a year.&lt;br /&gt;I also went thru a yellow light that morning. I was almost there when out of no where, a motorcycle cop appears out of thin air behind me, sirens a blazin and lights a flashing.&lt;br /&gt;So i pulled over like a good citizen, and took off my seat belt.&lt;br /&gt;When we came up to the window i said 'I JUST took off my seatbelt but i swear i was wearing one'. He said "I know, it's okay, and just so you know, I pulled you over for speeding....not for the yellow light you sped up to go through".&lt;br /&gt;Um, thanks?&lt;br /&gt;So after 10 min of not being able to find my driver's license thanks to the new fancy wallet i got, i finally found it, (the cop actually saw it first before I did in my wallet) he wrote the ticket and walked away. As I'm putting everything back in my wallet after throwing it all around trying to find my DL, the cop walks back to me and says "I've been seeing those stickers everywhere!! What does it mean...."Warning, I Drive Like a Cullen"&lt;br /&gt;The dude had never seen Twilight!!! Could you die???&lt;br /&gt;I told him that in the story, the vamps drive really fast Volvo's and they don't obey traffic laws.&lt;br /&gt;I proved that to be true for myself that day....except that I drive a Honda Odyssey instead of a very expensive Volvo...someday...someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, (too late for that) i made it to McD after 10:30am, they still made me a breakfast burrito anyway, and i found out about a place that can get my ticket down to 35 dollars with no traffic school required.  Gotta love Vegas and its perks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's quite sad that this is all I have to blog about lately.&lt;br /&gt;But in my defense, I'm a single mama right now, and venturing out on too many excursions without my hubby accompanied by The Chaser is still a bit daunting.&lt;br /&gt;Chase is getting easier but remember my last post? You try taking a pretty tall, almost 6 year old autistic child out in public by yourself and see how ....no i won't finish that sentence because for one thing, it sounds mean, and i don't mean it to!  It's just not my idea of a good time standing in Smith's grocery store, trying to buy turtle pie, while your son is screaming and crying because you wouldn't indulge him by taking him to the bathroom just so he could flush the toilets. Chase was screaming so loud that when he walked by this guy standing in line for the bank, the man literally jumped out of the way, literally. It was awesome....no, it really was funny. It made me smile and I am just grateful that Chase will follow me around a store now, even if he's blind with fury at me. In the past if he got mad, he would drop to the ground and stay there  f-o-r-e-v-e-r.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Hallelujah not anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my hubby. I feel incomplete without him. He's finally hit the half way point of his deployment and there is a faint, tiny, idee biddee light at the end of the tunnel now...yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for him to come home. He is my rock and my soft place to fall all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is next week. Having to endure Spring Break alone with your children when you're hubs is away in Afghanistan is a sick sick joke! A week of having the children home, all day, without Eric, has made me vow to venture out everyday to one place of entertainment. Thank goodness we live in Vegas and won't run out of things to do but I'm just hoping that it doesn't do me in. It just might! But if I just chose to stay in the house all week because I fear a major public meltdown from Chase, I would most likely go crazy, and take you all with me.&lt;br /&gt;You think I kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chatteringwall.com/system/ideas/140/original/w20913warningIdrivelikeacullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 48px;" src="http://www.chatteringwall.com/system/ideas/140/original/w20913warningIdrivelikeacullen.jpg" alt="" 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/6655020034530115297-3548593218926855843?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/3548593218926855843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=3548593218926855843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3548593218926855843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3548593218926855843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/04/warning-i-drive-like-cullen.html' title='Warning: I drive like a Cullen'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh32pYCefEQ/TaZ9i9oYxxI/AAAAAAAABvA/5ixTlTe0TXY/s72-c/DSC03338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-61338288679706256</id><published>2011-03-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:23:01.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase and the Target bathroom</title><content type='html'>I kept Chaser home from school last Monday because he had a fever and a cough, and most likely a sore throat because everytime he coughed, he grabbed his throat.&lt;br /&gt;Poor dude!&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't expecting to have him home and had to get some errands done anyway. He was sick, but not too sick for a trip to Target...who is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one second the little man is standing right next to me trying on sunglasses with bling, the next minute, gone, poof, vanished. He's a Houdini I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with losing your autistic child in the store is that you can call out their name all ya want, it don't mean beans.&lt;br /&gt;So I walked around for about 5 minutes listening for his humming, and he was no where to be found. I was pretty certain he wouldn't walk outta the store, and since I couldn't find him, I asked for help.&lt;br /&gt;The employee I asked got on her walkie talkie and said they had a "code yellow", and a guy said through the intercom.."What's the child look like?" So I told her "blond hair and blue eyes, but he's not going to respond if you call out his name though", so she told him what he looked like and he said "oh yeah, he was over here in the dressing rooms" So we go over there, and he's not there now of course! Then someone else got on and said "I saw him at the sunglasses"....uh, yeah, for like 2 seconds and 5 minutes ago" Then another voice came on that said..."what's he wearing?? I think he's in the bathroom!!" Sure enough (and I shoulda known) Chase was in the women's bathroom flushing the toilets over and over, a favorite past time of his. He loves to flush the toilet, and then quickly plug his ears. I was relieved to find him, and to my pleasant surprise, he actually looked a little scared! My Chase?? Scared?? I hardly know the likes of that! This coming from a little boy who has no stranger danger whatsoever. It made me happy to see that reaction when I found him!&lt;br /&gt;Now if we could just get him to stop running around the neighborhood trying to open all the car doors that are parked on the street to see if they're unlocked! Wouldn't it be strange to get in your car and find a blond haired, blue eyed child staring at you when you get in? I really need to make up fliers or knock on everyone's doors and let them know they really should lock their car doors! And keep their garages closed!&lt;br /&gt;Never a dull moment with a Chase around!&lt;br /&gt;I love that sweet blond haired, blue eyed angel ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-61338288679706256?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/61338288679706256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=61338288679706256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/61338288679706256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/61338288679706256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/03/chase-and-target-bathroom.html' title='Chase and the Target bathroom'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-131236069094565481</id><published>2011-03-08T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:13:08.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pump It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRT3YCvzJjs/TXZqcDHS_HI/AAAAAAAABu4/K2VlMYcjEl4/s1600/pumpitup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRT3YCvzJjs/TXZqcDHS_HI/AAAAAAAABu4/K2VlMYcjEl4/s400/pumpitup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581765818277100658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the kid at the bottom trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;escape&lt;/span&gt; the picture??&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's Chase, never wanting to sit still for a picture, but this was the best birthday party he and I have ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like to take a child with autism to a "typical" child's b-day party??&lt;br /&gt;It's not fun.  Since all the other kids there are "normal"...Chase looks extremely abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;But when you go to a b-day party for a fellow classmate who has autism, there's nothing abnormal about it.&lt;br /&gt;It was like a breath of fresh air, being at that b-day party. Chase wasn't the only one who chose to stay on only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;blowup slide the whole 2 hours when you're in a room with more than one. I honestly feel like I can't find the words to adequately describe how it felt....in a way, it was surreal, to be in a room with upwards of 25 autistic kids having the time of their lives, without being laughed at, or feeling left out.&lt;br /&gt;No one really "played" with anyone else per say, but they did take turns, cooperate and enjoy themselves to the 100 degree. Everyone embraced who everyone was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed on for dear life to that feeling of pure acceptance and escape from the reality of my child who has to live everyday in a non-autistic world. Nothing Chase did that night, or any other child that was there for that matter, was unusual or strange. For the first time in a long time, I didn't have to worry about looks I got from other parents if my child was doing something strange, like"stimming".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on a website (can't remember where) that describes stimming in a great way.&lt;br /&gt;"The term "stimming" is short for self-stimulatory behavior, sometimes also called "stereotypic" behavior. In a person with autism, stimming usually refers to specific behaviors such as flapping their hands, rocking, spinning, or repetition of words or phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stimming is almost always a symptom of autism, but it's important to note that stimming is also a part of most people's behavior patterns. If you've ever tapped your pencil, bitten your nails, twirled your hair, or paced, you've engaged in stimming.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest differences between autistic and typical stimming are the choice of stim and the quantity of stim. While it's at least moderately acceptable to bite one's nails, for example, it's considered unacceptable to wander around flapping one's hands. There's really no good reason why flapping should be less acceptable than nail biting (it's certainly more hygienic!). But in our world, the hand flappers receive negative attention while the nail biters are tolerated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to stop Chase from stimming if I see it start, but sometimes I don't notice him doing it because I'm so used to it. Chase is a hand flapper, ( I wonder how he hasn't flown away yet)and a jumper. He likes to jump all the time, whether on a trampoline or not. I wish I knew where he gets his energy! But doesn't all parents wonder that of their young children?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-131236069094565481?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/131236069094565481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=131236069094565481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/131236069094565481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/131236069094565481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/03/pump-it-up.html' title='Pump It Up'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRT3YCvzJjs/TXZqcDHS_HI/AAAAAAAABu4/K2VlMYcjEl4/s72-c/pumpitup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-431220400055031999</id><published>2011-03-02T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:22:39.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrift Store Finds...</title><content type='html'>Found this beauty at Good Will for $1.99 a couple of weeks ago while out thrifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qit6wctMXbg/TW57Ek2NohI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Xf-mlnlHMcs/s1600/DSC03262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qit6wctMXbg/TW57Ek2NohI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Xf-mlnlHMcs/s400/DSC03262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579532306899378706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first I had only picked up this, i saw such potential! Then i went back the next morning, after dropping the kids off at school in my PJ's and ran into GW to see if it's cousin was still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31NARSozBZQ/TW57E0QhhkI/AAAAAAAABuY/gCnt8mm_I2M/s1600/DSC03263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31NARSozBZQ/TW57E0QhhkI/AAAAAAAABuY/gCnt8mm_I2M/s400/DSC03263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579532311036266050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was!! My lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;So I immediately grabbed my favorite Krylon glossy black spray paint and went to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZwpiXiwhoI/TW57FSj2hjI/AAAAAAAABug/7zZS8AEZEvU/s1600/DSC03264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZwpiXiwhoI/TW57FSj2hjI/AAAAAAAABug/7zZS8AEZEvU/s400/DSC03264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579532319170397746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a difference a couple of coats of black spray paint can make!&lt;br /&gt;I love how they turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbQgJ6iOfLA/TW57Fj-onCI/AAAAAAAABuo/Jl3ih9bSS4k/s1600/DSC03265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mbQgJ6iOfLA/TW57Fj-onCI/AAAAAAAABuo/Jl3ih9bSS4k/s400/DSC03265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579532323846134818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now they're sitting on my entry way table/chest of drawers/shoe holder/blanket holder (not in the same drawer though....ew!) It's a big table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwfAXdHsiYQ/TW57F3ejP7I/AAAAAAAABuw/kIa2yFZUlh4/s1600/DSC03267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bwfAXdHsiYQ/TW57F3ejP7I/AAAAAAAABuw/kIa2yFZUlh4/s400/DSC03267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579532329080274866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure if they're gonna stay there but I love how they turned out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-431220400055031999?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/431220400055031999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=431220400055031999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/431220400055031999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/431220400055031999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/03/thrift-store-finds.html' title='Thrift Store Finds...'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qit6wctMXbg/TW57Ek2NohI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Xf-mlnlHMcs/s72-c/DSC03262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-123208457728110252</id><published>2011-02-23T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:42:35.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the hub's b-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw2QKuIEV_o/TWXsb28srlI/AAAAAAAABt4/UahW-dpKWhk/s1600/Inside%2BMRAP.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw2QKuIEV_o/TWXsb28srlI/AAAAAAAABt4/UahW-dpKWhk/s400/Inside%2BMRAP.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577123676918951506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my hub's birthday...and wouldn't ya know it, lucky him  gets to spend it in Afghanistan. What a way to celebrate a birthday...being surrounded by sand, wind, mud and lots and lots of swearing.  But never fear....he's got many care packages awaiting for him to open and enjoy the contents of, one of which is an e-reader. I got it at Borders and bought the insurance on it, which i never do, (especially when buying something at Best Buy,) but when the lady said "Honey, a camel could spit on this, and we'd still replace it for free"  (in a southern accent).....I was sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if there's many camels in Afghanistan, but I figure if they'll replace it due to camel encounters, then they'd surely replace it, if say, something more realistic happened, like a tank drove over it, or it got stolen by insurgents...ya know, something realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Birthday to my hubs of almost 10 years.  Here's to a bazillion more...that's a real word you know.... and it means forever!&lt;br /&gt;I lub you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_DPGXoxFWVM/TWXupxG6u5I/AAAAAAAABuI/lpgPVX3yoiY/s1600/Geared%2Bup%2Bfor%2BOutside%2BThe%2BWire%2BOperations.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_DPGXoxFWVM/TWXupxG6u5I/AAAAAAAABuI/lpgPVX3yoiY/s400/Geared%2Bup%2Bfor%2BOutside%2BThe%2BWire%2BOperations.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577126114892626834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( That there is one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handsome Airman&lt;/span&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/6655020034530115297-123208457728110252?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/123208457728110252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=123208457728110252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/123208457728110252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/123208457728110252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-hubs-b-day.html' title='It&apos;s the hub&apos;s b-day!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw2QKuIEV_o/TWXsb28srlI/AAAAAAAABt4/UahW-dpKWhk/s72-c/Inside%2BMRAP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-7588416383383194022</id><published>2011-02-18T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:14:38.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna know??</title><content type='html'>What Chase does when Allie and I aren't looking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXdaugrBx-0/TV8tx0AzvvI/AAAAAAAABto/w7yzzSTk3aU/s1600/DSC03294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXdaugrBx-0/TV8tx0AzvvI/AAAAAAAABto/w7yzzSTk3aU/s400/DSC03294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575225197506838258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6BXsJWS86Y/TV8txTjuoXI/AAAAAAAABtY/xVeRGi1N1hk/s1600/DSC03292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l6BXsJWS86Y/TV8txTjuoXI/AAAAAAAABtY/xVeRGi1N1hk/s400/DSC03292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575225188794933618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNYGtI72Oa8/TV8tw07l7dI/AAAAAAAABtQ/V4DNoNAHn-Q/s1600/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNYGtI72Oa8/TV8tw07l7dI/AAAAAAAABtQ/V4DNoNAHn-Q/s400/DSC03291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575225180573527506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10HuLDU9Zbw/TV8txo7Bl6I/AAAAAAAABtg/Noce9UbmrTE/s1600/DSC03293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10HuLDU9Zbw/TV8txo7Bl6I/AAAAAAAABtg/Noce9UbmrTE/s400/DSC03293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575225194529789858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he chose blue for his fingernails!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-7588416383383194022?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/7588416383383194022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=7588416383383194022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7588416383383194022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7588416383383194022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/02/wanna-know.html' title='Wanna know??'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXdaugrBx-0/TV8tx0AzvvI/AAAAAAAABto/w7yzzSTk3aU/s72-c/DSC03294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-4454293746502394383</id><published>2011-02-16T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:20:12.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before it's too late...</title><content type='html'>For Valentine's this year, i wanted to 'make' all the decorations that I would hang up. I've been seeing these crepe paper roses for a while and wanted to try my hand at making them...so i did! I can't remember the exact tutorial i watched on You Tube to learn, but there's tons so it wasn't hard to find one.&lt;br /&gt;Everything i needed to make the wreathe i picked up at the Dollar Store...except my glue gun, i already had that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials I used:&lt;br /&gt;Elmers glue&lt;br /&gt;crepe paper (red and pink)&lt;br /&gt;wreath&lt;br /&gt;glue gun and a lot of glue sticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBtiBlCEOEg/TVyzwlwsZ_I/AAAAAAAABsA/VZiiuwcKKyk/s1600/DSC03215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBtiBlCEOEg/TVyzwlwsZ_I/AAAAAAAABsA/VZiiuwcKKyk/s400/DSC03215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574528086129272818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start by cutting 24 in long strips of crepe paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fold it over so it's not so wide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXcF3PG5t9c/TVy3DcBYWOI/AAAAAAAABsQ/vXjb-oUJl-E/s1600/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXcF3PG5t9c/TVy3DcBYWOI/AAAAAAAABsQ/vXjb-oUJl-E/s400/DSC03222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574531708467304674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yijE8dVhmZg/TVy3D8eNCnI/AAAAAAAABsY/L1LPVabaaD8/s1600/DSC03223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yijE8dVhmZg/TVy3D8eNCnI/AAAAAAAABsY/L1LPVabaaD8/s400/DSC03223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574531717178133106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you just start rolling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arYbCjUgszo/TVy3EJhyslI/AAAAAAAABsg/v2ZCQU6bmHg/s1600/DSC03231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arYbCjUgszo/TVy3EJhyslI/AAAAAAAABsg/v2ZCQU6bmHg/s400/DSC03231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574531720682844754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Keep twisting it as your wrapping it around itself and to finish it up, glue the end to the rose with the Elmers glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-Andw1uW0o/TVyzwd6RHTI/AAAAAAAABr4/XrG8UKZ68K8/s1600/DSC03219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-Andw1uW0o/TVyzwd6RHTI/AAAAAAAABr4/XrG8UKZ68K8/s400/DSC03219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574528084021943602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then with your gluestick, glue the roses around the wreath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyDjBJlO9Tc/TVyyjpO8okI/AAAAAAAABqw/VIt76hUTNWk/s1600/DSC03239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyDjBJlO9Tc/TVyyjpO8okI/AAAAAAAABqw/VIt76hUTNWk/s400/DSC03239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574526764211544642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tie some ribbon around it and hang it wherever!!!&lt;br /&gt;The ribbon i used to hang it also came from the Dollar Store at Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9YfmOQGPcc/TVyyjYpepQI/AAAAAAAABqo/zAEX6tXs8nY/s1600/DSC03240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9YfmOQGPcc/TVyyjYpepQI/AAAAAAAABqo/zAEX6tXs8nY/s400/DSC03240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574526759759422722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zF1Xy0KJ68I/TVyyjEYDFaI/AAAAAAAABqg/QFndeRIhN-I/s1600/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zF1Xy0KJ68I/TVyyjEYDFaI/AAAAAAAABqg/QFndeRIhN-I/s400/DSC03242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574526754317604258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9sSNoGcUNw/TVyyixvJRlI/AAAAAAAABqY/B1siTDBd4ck/s1600/DSC03243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9sSNoGcUNw/TVyyixvJRlI/AAAAAAAABqY/B1siTDBd4ck/s400/DSC03243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574526749314205266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u73Tbu_19OY/TVyyiW8y9TI/AAAAAAAABqQ/FhgdARJBDqw/s1600/DSC03244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u73Tbu_19OY/TVyyiW8y9TI/AAAAAAAABqQ/FhgdARJBDqw/s400/DSC03244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574526742123705650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my table topper. The bowl came from Goodwill (3 dollars) and all the rest came from the Dollar Store. I spray painted the balls pink and red.&lt;br /&gt;The letters behind the bowl spell HOME but i haven't decided where or what color I want those to be yet...any suggestions?? I'm really diggin orange and blue lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a groovy V-day! I got beautiful flowers and yum chocolates delivered to me from my hubs all the way in Afghanistan. He's totally rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lQ5N2U2zTk/TVy5r-ZRkzI/AAAAAAAABso/5DW_84NiOT0/s1600/DSC03282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lQ5N2U2zTk/TVy5r-ZRkzI/AAAAAAAABso/5DW_84NiOT0/s400/DSC03282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574534603912352562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for Chase's hand to find it's way into my chocolates!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEL2UYqCMdk/TVy6R_mM6GI/AAAAAAAABsw/ah0hERbPIlQ/s1600/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEL2UYqCMdk/TVy6R_mM6GI/AAAAAAAABsw/ah0hERbPIlQ/s400/DSC03283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574535257070037090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But that's okay, he filled in for my Valentine this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NE4BcYtXLVk/TVy8lq-PwlI/AAAAAAAABtA/5pOAOgJgOxU/s1600/DSC03278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NE4BcYtXLVk/TVy8lq-PwlI/AAAAAAAABtA/5pOAOgJgOxU/s400/DSC03278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574537794154381906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love my kids and don't know what I'd do without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WP_NbB7Rj_I/TVy9Tz1gLzI/AAAAAAAABtI/nceLyGQVoGo/s1600/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WP_NbB7Rj_I/TVy9Tz1gLzI/AAAAAAAABtI/nceLyGQVoGo/s400/DSC03251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574538586807611186" 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/6655020034530115297-4454293746502394383?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/4454293746502394383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=4454293746502394383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/4454293746502394383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/4454293746502394383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-its-too-late.html' title='Before it&apos;s too late...'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBtiBlCEOEg/TVyzwlwsZ_I/AAAAAAAABsA/VZiiuwcKKyk/s72-c/DSC03215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-7103534566863602873</id><published>2011-02-11T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:12:33.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...and afterwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sV_eUOaFcK4/TVWCHGDVuxI/AAAAAAAABpQ/KiA2kJY4wU4/s1600/DSC03101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sV_eUOaFcK4/TVWCHGDVuxI/AAAAAAAABpQ/KiA2kJY4wU4/s400/DSC03101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572503172336171794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well, i was going to blog the pics I took at Christmas, but there weren't many, and I can't find them on the camera or the computer....so, it's like it never happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can say that Christmas was very mellow. Chaser was super super sick with a horrible respiratory virus, which he gets every year but usually before Christmas, more like Thanksgiving. But not this year, he was sick the whole week of Christmas. Eric had just come home from being in Wisconsin for 3 weeks of Army training and Chase got sick and I had a sinus infection and then Eric caught a cold. But in a week's time, we were all better. Allie was the only one that stayed healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas day, we didn't grace anyone with our presence and just stayed in. Allie got an electric scooter from Santa, along with the rest of the kids in the neighborhood so she played outside all day (did i mention yet how much I love a Las Vegas winter) and then at night, for Christmas dinner, we picked up Papa John's pizza and went to the Drive-In theaters. It was alot of fun! We saw Gullivers Travels (love Jack Black) ate pizza, drank root beer, and just enjoyed snuggling together in our car on Christmas night. Chase was drugged up and asleep the whole time. So you know he was happy!&lt;br /&gt;Next year my parents will be home from their mission in Australia, so we'll go up to Utah and have a White Christmas maybe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Years, there are no pics because we just went to bed! I can't stay up past 10:30pm anymore these days, which is strange for me because I used to be such a night owl. I am now no longer a night owl but still not an early riser! What a conundrum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after New Years, Eric left for his deployment. It was so hard saying good-bye but it's part of the job and I'm happy he could be with us for the holidays! I'm so proud of him for going overseas and serving his country. He gets to be there with my brother which i think is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWCG8fYE9I/AAAAAAAABpI/XrdnZ-CceDA/s1600/DSC03099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWCG8fYE9I/AAAAAAAABpI/XrdnZ-CceDA/s400/DSC03099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572503169769411538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( A close up..probably a lot closer than you've ever wanted...btw, it was 5:30am at this point, remember, i'm no early riser.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYpt-Y-i-g8/TVV9HHTZCSI/AAAAAAAABoo/VpMklXf5EDs/s1600/DSC03094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYpt-Y-i-g8/TVV9HHTZCSI/AAAAAAAABoo/VpMklXf5EDs/s400/DSC03094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572497675113793826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(About to go thru the check point and get our pass to be able to accompany Eric to the gates. Then we had a long time to wait before Eric boarded, but it didn't feel like a long time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVV9HjjRiBI/AAAAAAAABow/0ZyJDfafDE4/s1600/DSC03095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVV9HjjRiBI/AAAAAAAABow/0ZyJDfafDE4/s400/DSC03095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572497682696603666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVV9HyvtI1I/AAAAAAAABo4/R90HgxIN2sY/s1600/DSC03096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVV9HyvtI1I/AAAAAAAABo4/R90HgxIN2sY/s400/DSC03096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572497686775276370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase and his dad doing fishy face while waiting in the airport)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXrHCLaq0dc/TVWCHSqVToI/AAAAAAAABpY/-Hu3R9Z2lpA/s1600/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXrHCLaq0dc/TVWCHSqVToI/AAAAAAAABpY/-Hu3R9Z2lpA/s400/DSC03106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572503175720947330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie and Eric just hangin out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVV9INXoYpI/AAAAAAAABpA/0NnHuhhz6sY/s1600/ericandkids2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVV9INXoYpI/AAAAAAAABpA/0NnHuhhz6sY/s400/ericandkids2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572497693922058898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eric with the kids)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWELjRqn-I/AAAAAAAABpo/AlvlM0gqO5s/s1600/DSC03108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWELjRqn-I/AAAAAAAABpo/AlvlM0gqO5s/s400/DSC03108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572505447923621858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ust about time to say good-bye:(&lt;/span&gt; I love Chase's gangsta look he has on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWEMpbVDSI/AAAAAAAABp4/VncoH2BRGAE/s1600/DSC03110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWEMpbVDSI/AAAAAAAABp4/VncoH2BRGAE/s400/DSC03110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572505466754632994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying goodbye :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWEMVkEEJI/AAAAAAAABpw/LbHgFe4glMU/s1600/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWEMVkEEJI/AAAAAAAABpw/LbHgFe4glMU/s400/DSC03109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572505461422559378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chase had no clue what was going on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If anyone knows me, they know I hate saying goodbye, it's so hard for me! So as me and the kids were walking away after Eric boarded the plane, Allie and I start crying. Chase is of course, none the wiser to anything that's going on. Sometimes I envy that! When we walked outside to go to the parking garage, we couldn't believe it was snowing!! It wasn't even cold! Watching the falling snow on our way home lifted our spirits and we carried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWENLFGeRI/AAAAAAAABqA/QRLnxEK-EQY/s1600/DSC03112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TVWENLFGeRI/AAAAAAAABqA/QRLnxEK-EQY/s400/DSC03112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572505475788208402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PEkq6iYhGw/TVWENvCF5nI/AAAAAAAABqI/c_0jASB9oN4/s1600/DSC03113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PEkq6iYhGw/TVWENvCF5nI/AAAAAAAABqI/c_0jASB9oN4/s400/DSC03113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572505485439264370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know these pics don't really show the snow falling, it looks more like rain, but it was snowing...big flakes. When we were driving past the MGM and New York New York, you could hardly see them through the softly falling snow. It snowed the whole way home, and we loved every minute of it. But, we were happy it stopped when it did and didn't stick, because, well, I can still love me a Las Vegas winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-7103534566863602873?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/7103534566863602873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=7103534566863602873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7103534566863602873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7103534566863602873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/02/christmasand-afterwards.html' title='Christmas...and afterwards'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sV_eUOaFcK4/TVWCHGDVuxI/AAAAAAAABpQ/KiA2kJY4wU4/s72-c/DSC03101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-5206501205787895176</id><published>2011-02-10T10:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:31:57.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Major Tom...are you receiving??</title><content type='html'>Okay, now that I got that song stuck in your head....4..3...2...1....earth below us...&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there still reading my blog? Am I reading my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a headache, a kink in my neck on the right side, and the awful reality that I dreamed about Justin Beiber (that's what happens when you see a commercial with him and Ozzy right before going to bed). I'd give anything to cut that kid's hair. And his songs, don't get me started on his songs because what does a 13 year old know about being deep in love!! And he certainly shouldn't be calling anybody "baby baby baby". You learn Justin Beiber songs when you are forced to go to the skating rink with your 8 year old for her school's fundraising skate party. Anyway, i digress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....even with all those factors included in waking up this morning, i also woke up with a new sense of blogging desire. I guess this whole 'single mom' thing took a while to get used to and has been harder than i was hoping. I wasn't really too worried about Eric leaving because this isn't the first time he's deployed, it's the 4th time by golly! And we knew plenty of time before hand that Eric was going to be deploying for these 6 months, but the last time he 'vacationed in Iraq,' Chase was 1 and he was alot easier than he is now. We didn't have his diagnosis yet, and he wasn't even walking, so now that he's 5, walking of course, and a busy busy boy with school and therapies, life is a little more crazy than I'd have expected!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've gone through the 7 stages of Grief in these last 6 weeks since Eric left for Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Stages of Grief...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 86, 22);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. SHOCK &amp;amp; DENIAL-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I kept telling myself not to dwell on the fact that he was going to be gone for half a year which in turn felt like i was floating on a cloud and not taking anything in. While it's good not to dwell on things, i also wasn't accepting the fact that I was going to be going at it alone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 86, 22);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. PAIN &amp;amp; GUILT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I started waking up in the mornings forgetting he was gone and being reminded all over again that he was. Also, when Allie cried for her dad and Chase constantly taking me over to the computer wanting to talk to his dad, (i think Chase thinks Eric lives in the computer now because of Skype.)i felt guilty that there wasn't much i could do at the moment to make them feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok2qC6LfUCA/TVQ3VeV2GJI/AAAAAAAABno/0KljbaSspRg/s1600/talking%2Bto%2Bdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok2qC6LfUCA/TVQ3VeV2GJI/AAAAAAAABno/0KljbaSspRg/s400/talking%2Bto%2Bdaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572139481025616018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The kids talking to Eric on Skype)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 86, 22);font-size:130%;" &gt;3. ANGER &amp;amp; BARGAINING-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry that I had to juggle all of the responsibilities of our family alone. Angry that Eric wasn't here. Angry that the house was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; messy, (not dirty) just messy . As Chase's behavior therapist puts it "Amber's house is a "No Germ Zone". What can i say...I love Clorox wipes and sprays containing bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 86, 22);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. "DEPRESSION", REFLECTION, LONELINESS-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I started feeling sorry for myself that my husband was gone and I have to be the one to deal with all the therapies Chase requires and other problems needing attention. Also feeling jealous at church while I sit in class alone and all my friends have their husbands sitting next to them, helping them with their children at church. &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 86, 22);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. THE UPWARD TURN-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Like my friend Cindy Davis (fellow Air force spouse, now retired)at church told me I would, i did finally find my niche and things are falling into place where they should. I finally feel like I'm in control again and getting new routines down, especially for the evenings to make bedtime go smoother and the house to stay tidier. I also came to my senses and stopped feeling sorry for myself! Sheesh! What a total dork i was being :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 86, 22);font-size:130%;" &gt;6. RECONSTRUCTION &amp;amp; WORKING THROUGH-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been able to better adjust to being the sole care taker of the kids and home responsibilities. I never realized until now how much Eric does around the house for us! I won't take that for granted again! Thanks Babe for all you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(67, 86, 22);font-size:130%;" &gt;7. ACCEPTANCE &amp;amp; HOPE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally, i woke up this morning with a renewed sense of motivation and desire, ready to tackle the piles of mail, papers and home decor projects that have been waiting to happen. I've already tackled the piles of mail, i gave myself a deadline of this weekend to finally once and for all, pick the paint colors for the living room and kitchen, and I've finished up many thrift store re-do's that I've been working on...pics to come. Also, i gotta give a shout out to my ward at church. They are the best.  They are so willing to help me out and are quickly learning that I do need help, but struggle with asking for it. Asking for help is one of the hardest things for me to do. I don't' know why! It just is! I wish it wasn't! But they listen to the Spirit and know when I need it and they come. I am forever thankful to them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, now that you know way more about me than you would have liked, and my headache's gone after a very large diet coke and 4 Advil, I'm ready to start blogging again! So watch out, or, at least watch for new blog posts, if there's still anyone out there who reads this bloggity blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, where on earth, Major Tom, is my camera??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVsIBEKYUn0/TVQ3VqGEbnI/AAAAAAAABnw/izpSIgxFKi8/s1600/kissing%2Bdaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVsIBEKYUn0/TVQ3VqGEbnI/AAAAAAAABnw/izpSIgxFKi8/s400/kissing%2Bdaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572139484180672114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase kissing his dad while talking to him on Skype.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-5206501205787895176?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/5206501205787895176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=5206501205787895176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5206501205787895176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5206501205787895176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-major-tomare-you-receiving.html' title='Hello Major Tom...are you receiving??'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok2qC6LfUCA/TVQ3VeV2GJI/AAAAAAAABno/0KljbaSspRg/s72-c/talking%2Bto%2Bdaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-1662725693362754258</id><published>2011-01-17T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:15:01.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up</title><content type='html'>And it's soooo not going very well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so far behind, I don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like when your house is a mess, and I mean every single room in the house needs tiding up and you just don't know which room to start in? Not that that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ever &lt;/span&gt;happens to me of course. Is it grammatically correct to use the word 'that' twice in a row in a sentence. I didn't really wanna use 'that' twice but it just felt right! Whachagonnado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie and I saw Disney On Ice last Wed with our friends Lindsay and Emily. Lindsay and I surprised Allie and Emily with tickets. We drove them all the way to the Thomas and Mack Center and told them we were there to see a UNLV Runnin Rebels basketball game. They weren't excited but tried to stay positive the whole way walking thru the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoSCqLuhI/AAAAAAAABnU/CVSn60fgJ04/s1600/DSC03153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoSCqLuhI/AAAAAAAABnU/CVSn60fgJ04/s400/DSC03153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563186098870139410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie and her best bud Emily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The guy yelling "Get your Disney on Ice programs here" gave it away! When Allie heard that, she about died with joy!&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have a chance to go, GO.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun. There was a little girl sitting a couple rows behind us that kept yelling "MICKEY....MICKEY...DO YOU SEE ME?? MICKEY....UP HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmw-GQwWI/AAAAAAAABm0/m-_LO8EOFd0/s1600/DSC03146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmw-GQwWI/AAAAAAAABm0/m-_LO8EOFd0/s400/DSC03146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563184431198421346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, that we were high up top in the balcony, so sadly, Mickey didn't see her, but being up so high, you could see everything and no one's big melon was in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmvdj0YHI/AAAAAAAABmc/7Z3FUm83Du4/s1600/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmvdj0YHI/AAAAAAAABmc/7Z3FUm83Du4/s400/DSC03143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563184405284151410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice skaters were really good and did some cool tricks. Remember that movie "The Cutting Edge" that came out in the early 90's about the hockey player turned Olympic ice skater? Remember that move they did in the end that was so dangerous but they surprised everyone and did it anyway and it won them the gold medal? Yeah, they did stuff like that in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite, of course, is Aladdin so when they came out, we cheered, we hollered, we whooped and wooed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmv2etCuI/AAAAAAAABmk/WL3n8BuLUqc/s1600/DSC03144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmv2etCuI/AAAAAAAABmk/WL3n8BuLUqc/s400/DSC03144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563184411973585634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Just look at Cinderella and the Prince in the bottom left hand side of the pic...that's quality stuff right there!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmwcY3NkI/AAAAAAAABms/PglzndaYK7w/s1600/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmwcY3NkI/AAAAAAAABms/PglzndaYK7w/s400/DSC03145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563184422149633602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice Chase not talked about or pictured anywhere? He stayed home with grandma and grandpa and was none the wiser. I think when i win Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes and can afford the the VIP tickets, ya know, the one's where you sit right up next to the ice, then I'll take Chase to it. Until then, 10 dollar balcony seats for us will do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmxS8Z5WI/AAAAAAAABm8/jbDBmIknap0/s1600/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRmxS8Z5WI/AAAAAAAABm8/jbDBmIknap0/s400/DSC03147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563184436794221922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoS4td6MI/AAAAAAAABnc/H4kfHqxv2L4/s1600/DSC03158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoS4td6MI/AAAAAAAABnc/H4kfHqxv2L4/s400/DSC03158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563186113379428546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie and a very apparently tired me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoRyWUW4I/AAAAAAAABnM/OHvXx6PvCnE/s1600/DSC03152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoRyWUW4I/AAAAAAAABnM/OHvXx6PvCnE/s400/DSC03152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563186094491851650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My best bud Lindsay and her cute daughter Emily)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoRfY6deI/AAAAAAAABnE/xxtWaJwTSWo/s1600/DSC03154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoRfY6deI/AAAAAAAABnE/xxtWaJwTSWo/s400/DSC03154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563186089402463714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Blog: I'm so far behind on playing catch up that I'm going to start working my way backwards to Christmas and later. My goal, dear blog, is to do a post a day to catch up. I know you're going to be waiting with baited breath! But I don't recommend it! :) You may suffocate and die but I'll try my best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-1662725693362754258?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/1662725693362754258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=1662725693362754258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1662725693362754258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/1662725693362754258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/01/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TTRoSCqLuhI/AAAAAAAABnU/CVSn60fgJ04/s72-c/DSC03153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-7196402798219219479</id><published>2011-01-09T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:20:15.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear blog...</title><content type='html'>The time has come...&lt;br /&gt;to start blogging again for pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Now listen here blog, in my defense, I haven't had much alone time to be with my "thoughts" you see.&lt;br /&gt;My hubs was gone for 3 weeks in Nov and Dec and in those 3 weeks, Chase morphed into a devil child and was a hittin, kickin, screaming machine. Apparently Chase didn't like Eric leaving for training.&lt;br /&gt;That in turn took up all my free time, ya know, with the wrastling i had to do with him every night just to get him into his room to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Then the hubs came home from training and all the bad behavior stopped...like someone had flipped a switch. And the hitting, kicking, screaming got replaced with kissing.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's a real eyebrow furrow-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Chase wasn't privy to who he hit, kicked or screamed at, he isn't privy to who he kisses or comes into 'gentle' contact with.&lt;br /&gt;Like the waitress at Chili's that he kissed on the elbow when he was walking past her on his way back from the bathroom. Or the lady sitting in the booth that he tapped lightly on the thigh and said "spank".&lt;br /&gt;Or the wall we were sitting by in Sacrament Meeting today that he kept kissing ...and the little girl's wrist sitting in the pew in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Eric was home for Christmas, we had a great time and a great Christmas. Although we were all coughing and sniffling the week of Christmas, except Allie. Lucky duck!&lt;br /&gt;Chase sounded like he could cough up a lung.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was kind and brought Allie an electric scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas night, since Chase was so sick, we didn't think we should go to anyone's house. Call us crazy, but with a bad cough and snot covered cheeks and nose, we decided drugging up Chase with medicine and going to the drive-in was a better idea. Luckily for us, Papa John's was open, so Christmas dinner for us was half ham and pineapple and half supreme. We saw Gulliver's Travels, it was  h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s. What can I say?? I am a Jack Black fan so i loved it. There's a scene where he uses a Prince song to help his friend woo the princess....classic use of 80's music for love. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other movies we saw:&lt;br /&gt;TRON&lt;br /&gt;Good movie. Eric doesn't get excited about movies, as do I (Twilight) and so to see him excited about Tron was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqcvp8IddI/AAAAAAAABls/cA8Km79gb70/s1600/DSC03031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqcvp8IddI/AAAAAAAABls/cA8Km79gb70/s400/DSC03031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560429032468149714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Us waiting for TRON to start)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When the previews were all finally done, the movie starts but it wasn't Tron. It was Little Fockers. Everyone in the theatre was in a dizzy. Eric was one of the first to pop up out of his seat to tell them the projectionist dude had definelty started the wrong movie. The hubs wanted his TRON.&lt;br /&gt;So they fixed it surprisingly fast and the right movie was shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received a 50 dollar gift card to Lowe's from Eric's sister...which we loved. It's as good as a Hobby Lobby gift card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it we bought new outside lights, so now we have at least&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; thing that isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly &lt;/span&gt;the same as everyone else on the block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqgal2kwCI/AAAAAAAABl0/cAAFE_3hFNI/s1600/DSC03032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqgal2kwCI/AAAAAAAABl0/cAAFE_3hFNI/s400/DSC03032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560433068640354338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Old outside lights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqgbCumSnI/AAAAAAAABmE/n9_YLT4PKLI/s1600/DSC03034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqgbCumSnI/AAAAAAAABmE/n9_YLT4PKLI/s400/DSC03034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560433076391529074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(New and improved!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqga04hLcI/AAAAAAAABl8/U1pMj0ZqPkE/s1600/DSC03033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqga04hLcI/AAAAAAAABl8/U1pMj0ZqPkE/s400/DSC03033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560433072675040706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And not like everyone else's!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqgblzvn2I/AAAAAAAABmM/wPfXwXhwOZM/s1600/DSC03036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqgblzvn2I/AAAAAAAABmM/wPfXwXhwOZM/s400/DSC03036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560433085808353122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now, if only I could have grass in my front yard...but well, this is Vegas, whatchagonnado?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since changed out the light bulbs from those energy saving, super bright great for the environment (butt ugly) lighbulbs to the energy sucking better looking light bulbs. But in my defense, they're only on a few hours a night....does that justify it??&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Day, we played Just Dance 2.&lt;br /&gt;That Wii game spells   f-u-n.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing as how I'm the world's most uncoordinated person, my 8 year old beat my score.&lt;br /&gt;See how I'm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; doing the same move the person in the game is?? You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do the same moves the person on the game does. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqgbxKqodI/AAAAAAAABmU/upBKH1mzaC8/s1600/DSC03047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqgbxKqodI/AAAAAAAABmU/upBKH1mzaC8/s400/DSC03047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560433088857285074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, on New Years...I made it until 10:37pm.&lt;br /&gt;Eric was in bed before that.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we fun!!?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-7196402798219219479?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/7196402798219219479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=7196402798219219479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7196402798219219479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7196402798219219479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-blog.html' title='Dear blog...'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TSqcvp8IddI/AAAAAAAABls/cA8Km79gb70/s72-c/DSC03031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-3372559779342023706</id><published>2010-12-18T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:52:46.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a village....</title><content type='html'>So the other day, i wrote a post about Chase's new-found aggression and how hard it's been to handle and how things have been tough since Eric left for training.&lt;br /&gt;But then i got to thinking that the post sounded like i was feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;So after a couple of days, i deleted it, but not because you should never feel sorry for yourself and tell someone about it, but because i don't want to shed a negative light on Chase's autism.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be remembered as someone who complained all the time about her son's autism, and wished for something different.&lt;br /&gt;His condition is what it is, and I've finally accepted that chances are, there might never be a cure for autism in this lifetime, and we just have to do with what we got.&lt;br /&gt;So with that being said, Chase is still Chase, and we still have hard times.&lt;br /&gt;Like today, i wanted to run into Michaels, really quick, but Chase wouldn't even get out of the car and when I finally 'bribed' him out with a lollipop, he only wanted to follow the rabid pigeons in the parking lot while eating said lollipop, instead of walk into the store.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get him halfway to the front door of the store from the parking lot before it became crystal clear that going into Michaels was not going to be an option. It never really was.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad for being rude to the pan handler that started asking me for money while Chase was "voicing his opinion" about getting out of the car. I didn't let the guy finish asking for money before i rudely interrupted and said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't have anything&lt;/span&gt;" but i said it in an "I"m annoyed that you are even talking to me" kind of voice. He replied with an  "Okay Thank you ma'am, and Happy Holidays" but in a nice voice.&lt;br /&gt;So i felt like pooooooop.&lt;br /&gt; Then I had to tell Allie that we had to leave, and we went home and I cried because I knew the rest of Saturday would be spent at home, not able to do anything and all I wanted to do was feel sorry for myself, and I did. For a couple of hours anyway, until Eric called and talked to me and then sent me the most beautiful picture text of a Wisconsin sunset, which i loved because that's where i served my mission and it was perfect. So i got up, and cleaned my house.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to my ward Christmas party and have you ever heard that saying "it takes a village to raise a child?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's true. The people in my ward are amazing. They help me out so much when Eric's gone. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; feel judged by them when it comes to Chase.  What a blessing that is in my life!&lt;br /&gt;So do i really have reason to feel sorry for myself??&lt;br /&gt;No way I say!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-3372559779342023706?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/3372559779342023706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=3372559779342023706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3372559779342023706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3372559779342023706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-takes-village.html' title='It takes a village....'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-2038962259778531511</id><published>2010-12-05T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:13:32.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November??</title><content type='html'>What? Where did November go? Anyone know? Because I don't!! Even my 8 year old wonders where it went.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Christmas season is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad my parents won't be here for Christmas, but where they are at is where they should be!&lt;br /&gt;They're currently serving a mission in the Melbourne Australia Mission and they are loving every minute of it. If you know my parents, you know they are doing amazing things for the people "down unda!" And they'll be home in October, after a quick jaunt to New Zealand so my mama can visit where she spent her "High School" years. She likes to joke about the fact that she 'never gradutaed High School and has no High School diploma'. But that's because they don't do that in New Zealand. And High School there was much harder there than in the US, so much so that when she went to BYU, they enrolled her as a Sophomore her Freshman year!&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my parents and all they are accomplishing, and we all can't wait till they come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now....let's talk about Chase.&lt;br /&gt;Chase, my boy, my reason for gray hair at 33.&lt;br /&gt;My angel boy who knows no malice, jealousy, or discontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase keeps me on my toes and never encourages a dull atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TPfyuNXCdHI/AAAAAAAABkw/GmmZr4Vk1-4/s1600/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TPfyuNXCdHI/AAAAAAAABkw/GmmZr4Vk1-4/s400/DSC02619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546168341804250226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this book? I don't know why, but for some reason, every night, Chase shoves it under his bedroom door. No matter where I hide it in his room, he finds it, and shoves it under the door. If I shove it back under the door, when I wake up in the morning, it's back where it was before i shoved it back under the door.&lt;br /&gt;Silly boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-2038962259778531511?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/2038962259778531511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=2038962259778531511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/2038962259778531511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/2038962259778531511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/12/november.html' title='November??'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TPfyuNXCdHI/AAAAAAAABkw/GmmZr4Vk1-4/s72-c/DSC02619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-569178211994301239</id><published>2010-11-22T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:21:29.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've tried to blog several times since my last blog post, but i keep getting side tracked and having to start over!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, with Eric getting ready to go serve in the pesky war in Afghanistan soon, we've been busy getting him ready to leave. There's alot to do when you're spouse is leaving you for 7 months!&lt;br /&gt;Like:&lt;br /&gt;~making sure there's enough salt in the water softener and going to Home Depot and buy enough bags of salt to last for 7 months...i ain't gonna lie, them bags be heavy.&lt;br /&gt;~cleaning out the garage&lt;br /&gt;~finishing some home projects while I still have him here to help me! (I'm gonna miss my project buddy!)&lt;br /&gt;~ fixing the stucco around the back door and painting said back door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ going shopping for cold weather 'stuff' so that while Eric's in Wisconsin training with the Army for 3 weeks, in December, (plus good 'ol Afghanistan is quite chilly this time of year), he doesn't have to freeze to death if i can help it. I know a thing or two about spending time in Wisconsin in the winter, don't ya know! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtcQJ9XPXI/AAAAAAAABj4/_Q5hZXiy_pQ/s1600/Mission1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtcQJ9XPXI/AAAAAAAABj4/_Q5hZXiy_pQ/s400/Mission1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542625199030484338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yep, that's me, in the dead of winter, while I was on my mission in Wisconsin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You don't know winter until you've spent one in the great state of Wisconsin...or Russia, but i've never been to Russia, i just know how cold it is there at Christmas time from watching Rocky IV many times.&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;But I'm grabbing a minute right now to catch up on blogging, so here we go (sucking in to hold my breath until this post is done so i can actually finish something i start...or pass out, whichever comes first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few projects Eric and I were able to finish before he leaves on Saturday to train with the Army. I must say, I am slightly jealous that he's training with the Army because:&lt;br /&gt;1.) He gets to go to Wisconsin, which of course holds a special place in my heart because that's where I served my mission, but i don't envy that he is going in the winter, because i haven't forgotten how cold it was there. It was so cold there in the winter that we had to knock on people's doors with a golf ball, because if you tried to knock with your hand in your glove, no one could hear the knock. But if you were silly enough to take your hand out of your glove, 2 things would happen. First, your hand would instantly freeze and become paralyzed and you'd feel like you were getting frostbite the second your bare hand hit the open air, but, if you knocked with your bare hand, the skin covering your knuckles would split open. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) He gets to shoot those guns that sit on top of the tanks. How fun would that be? I think pretty fun, but not fun enough to make me want to run out and join the Army. I just think it would be fun once, and then I'd go on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to our projects.&lt;br /&gt;We saw this idea in a magazine, to make a wall clock using family pictures. It turned out so cute, and looks even better in person. Now imagine the clock, on a painted wall, which is coming soon. White walls don't live long in our house. Thanks to all the military houses we've endured :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtfCVsqs9I/AAAAAAAABkA/oKmRTUppxXk/s1600/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtfCVsqs9I/AAAAAAAABkA/oKmRTUppxXk/s400/DSC02360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542628260198396882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I saw this sundial mirror on a blog and thought it was very cute! I had a spot on the wall in our loft that needed something, and I"m slowly getting rid of store bought items to hang on walls, and trying to make my own. The whole thing cost me about 5 dollars to make, and was easy like sunday morning. Wanna know how i did it??? Just ask! I'll tell, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtg6zH2NpI/AAAAAAAABkI/qcJKTPDs53g/s1600/DSC02340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtg6zH2NpI/AAAAAAAABkI/qcJKTPDs53g/s400/DSC02340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542630329681327762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtg7h4bF6I/AAAAAAAABkQ/eXvxsWfikE4/s1600/DSC02341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtg7h4bF6I/AAAAAAAABkQ/eXvxsWfikE4/s400/DSC02341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542630342233102242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this next one is my fav!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my thought up creation made a reality with alot of help from Eric!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtjP50ubBI/AAAAAAAABko/UTsCC6aP2vs/s1600/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtjP50ubBI/AAAAAAAABko/UTsCC6aP2vs/s400/DSC02481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542632891280682002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtino0Pw9I/AAAAAAAABkg/Mss2oM_yLOQ/s1600/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtino0Pw9I/AAAAAAAABkg/Mss2oM_yLOQ/s400/DSC02483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542632199520502738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how it turned out. It completed our bedroom i tell you what! I think if we ever switched which side of the bed we slept on, i would have to change the letters to match. Is that OCD talking here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more projects just swim swim swimming around in my big ol' head right now that I am itchin to make....but for now, i'm busy getting the hubs ready to deploy. I'll have time on my hands when he's gone, but let's just hope the time isn't filled with broken bones and trips to the ER....remember that post from not so long ago?? Broken bones, trips to the ER, and flu's aren't my idea of a good way to pass the time.  Curse you double bouncing abilities of a trampoline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-569178211994301239?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/569178211994301239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=569178211994301239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/569178211994301239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/569178211994301239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/11/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TOtcQJ9XPXI/AAAAAAAABj4/_Q5hZXiy_pQ/s72-c/Mission1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-612432113567103060</id><published>2010-11-01T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:07:51.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010...a success??</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;Allie was  Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;and the Chaser was Fred, Fred Flinstone that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE CANDY THEY GOT! The good stuff too, like Butterfingers galore, Almond Joy delights, not to forget Snickers, Babe Ruth's and the ever yummy Peanut Butter m&amp;amp;m's! Which Eric stole out of Chase's stash and took to work with him this morning.....and Chase is none the wiser!  aw, poor chase! &gt;:&gt; &lt;----- that's my mischievous grin! We did find one box of raisin's in Chase's loot o' candy. But we could easily overlook that faux pas by remembering all the other good candy Chase got...eg: see above mentioned goodness.  We were bad Mormon's and went trick or treating on Sunday. But in our defense, we couldn't attend our Ward's Trunk or Treat they held on Saturday night because The Chaser can't do trunk or treats....he just can't. It's too many kids, all at once, walking 2 steps and having to wait in long lines for candy...not mention the kids that get impatient and start to shove. We tried our ward's trunk or treat last year, and Chase melted down like an ice cube in July. It was not pretty. Come to think of it, trunk or treats make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; feel a little autistic. Having to walk 2 steps, force your child to say trick or treat, and thank you 5 million times every 5 seconds may sound like tons o' fun, but, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kids right before we started trick or treating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d7wnVcoI/AAAAAAAABjY/GXK7EBfUnr4/s1600/DSC02503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d7wnVcoI/AAAAAAAABjY/GXK7EBfUnr4/s400/DSC02503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675379561001602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People were handing out so much candy, Eric had to run back to the house and empty Chase's bucket 3 times!!  S-c-o-r-e&lt;br /&gt;And are they not the cutest Cleopatra and Fred Flintstone you ever did see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d8EAv0oI/AAAAAAAABjg/1OJWGQvr6VY/s1600/DSC02504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d8EAv0oI/AAAAAAAABjg/1OJWGQvr6VY/s400/DSC02504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675384767861378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right as we started out, and I mean, right as we started out, like we'd taken 5 steps, Allie's shoes broke, so she was barefoot all night. We were out 2 hours and she ran barefoot the whole time like it was nobody's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d8czz7LI/AAAAAAAABjo/4KEyJQI3JBM/s1600/DSC02505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d8czz7LI/AAAAAAAABjo/4KEyJQI3JBM/s400/DSC02505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675391424490674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allie washing the night off her feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d8-dcsnI/AAAAAAAABjw/ASRjNyrX9iE/s1600/DSC02507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d8-dcsnI/AAAAAAAABjw/ASRjNyrX9iE/s400/DSC02507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534675400457499250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Egyptian princess, with chocolate all over her face, already, after being home 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-612432113567103060?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/612432113567103060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=612432113567103060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/612432113567103060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/612432113567103060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010...a success??'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TM8d7wnVcoI/AAAAAAAABjY/GXK7EBfUnr4/s72-c/DSC02503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-3604132229050697284</id><published>2010-10-28T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:13:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie got baptized! She's 8! Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMoczll_xoI/AAAAAAAABjQ/o7ErCbrznLw/s1600/DSC02356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMoczll_xoI/AAAAAAAABjQ/o7ErCbrznLw/s400/DSC02356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533266764768462466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby got baptized.&lt;br /&gt;The girl who, just yesterday, was my baby girl, and now she's 8 and continuing to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do to stop it either!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot handle this, but it must be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got baptized on October 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMoZs5dyUoI/AAAAAAAABi4/K7rrqpyJ1us/s1600/baptism1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMoZs5dyUoI/AAAAAAAABi4/K7rrqpyJ1us/s400/baptism1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533263351308767874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we walked into the Relief Society room to watch the baptism, Chase, as soon as he saw the font full of water, said "Bathtub!" and proceeded to try and climb over the front cover trying to get in. I wish i had snapped a picture of it...for it was mucho funny-o!&lt;br /&gt;Then when Allie and Eric stepped into the font and were getting ready to start the prayer, all you could hear was "Allie take a bath! Allie....take a bath!" "Bat-tized"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism, we had a luncheon at my in-laws. It was yummo and fun! Everyone had a good time and Allie was glowing all day. When we asked her if she felt different after she was baptized and confirmed, she said "Yeah! I do! I feel the Spirit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's growing up and I cannot handle this.&lt;br /&gt;But if she has to grow up, I'm proud of what she's growing into. A beautiful, sweet, angel daughter whom i love with all my heart! She's already learning how the Holy Ghost can work in her life and listens to his promptings and heeds them! What a smart girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMoZtv1V3jI/AAAAAAAABjI/98n0isvvDtI/s1600/baptism3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMoZtv1V3jI/AAAAAAAABjI/98n0isvvDtI/s400/baptism3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533263365903081010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, aren't we a photogenic group of folks eh?? I'm just glad we could get this done before Eric leaves for Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day for our family and I'm so proud of my wonderful Allie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-3604132229050697284?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/3604132229050697284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=3604132229050697284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3604132229050697284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3604132229050697284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/10/allie-got-baptized-shes-8-oh-my.html' title='Allie got baptized! She&apos;s 8! Oh my!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMoczll_xoI/AAAAAAAABjQ/o7ErCbrznLw/s72-c/DSC02356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-3200248510631934554</id><published>2010-10-22T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:12:56.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoover Dam yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHigILcwVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Yn0c1NNCQWI/s1600/DSC02413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHigILcwVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Yn0c1NNCQWI/s400/DSC02413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530950858966876498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, we went to Hoover Dam's grand opening of the long awaited bridge over the Dam they finally finished building. It's awesome. Instead of having to drive around the Dam when you're coming or going towards Arizona, now you can go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; the dam. This would have been useful so many times to us in the past when we were stationed in Arizona and New Mexico, but alas, it's here now and they allowed the public one day to walk on the bridge. You can walk on the bridge in designated areas now that it's open, but we were walking in the street on the bridge. Eric wanted to do it to be a part of 'history'. It was hot but we got to ride a double decker bus to the bridge, which was, in the words of Allie, "the most awesome thing she has ever done or will ever do in her life." Still so easy to please an 8 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked across the street from the Hacienda Hotel and got on the buses there. While waiting in line to get on the bus, they handed us 4 free tickets to the buffet at the Hacienda Casino. Score. I love Vegas buffets, well, I guess in this case, Boulder City buffets. Anyway, I grew up on them, buffets. It's where we went out to eat for celebrations or whatever the occasion. AndFree food always tastes better too. In 9 years of marriage, i don't think Eric and I have been to a Vegas buffet together. Mostly because we never lived in Vegas until now in our marriage. I can really pack it away at a buffet. They're my fav because whenever i go to a restaurant, i can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; decide what I want because what I want is a little of everything, and so I order something and then wish I'd ordered something else, or I end up wanting what Eric ordered. And Eric is like Joey was on Friends with sharing food. Remember that? Joey's character did NOT like sharing food. And neither does Eric. Which is why when we go to a drive thru, and he's driving, i always take the first bite of his food before giving it to him as punishment for never sharing with me when we're at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i digress.....back to the point of this blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHjhaXEVfI/AAAAAAAABhY/PtAjIE9ElHM/s1600/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHjhaXEVfI/AAAAAAAABhY/PtAjIE9ElHM/s400/DSC02382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530951980538942962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie on the double decker bus excited for the ride)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHjhi77vHI/AAAAAAAABhg/XB5YuPNA8z8/s1600/DSC02380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHjhi77vHI/AAAAAAAABhg/XB5YuPNA8z8/s400/DSC02380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530951982841052274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase pickin his nose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHpPR9PITI/AAAAAAAABho/F2asRA1iNxg/s1600/DSC02392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHpPR9PITI/AAAAAAAABho/F2asRA1iNxg/s400/DSC02392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530958266115236146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Colorado River)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHpQH3_5VI/AAAAAAAABh4/tGWFfLklPDw/s1600/DSC02407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHpQH3_5VI/AAAAAAAABh4/tGWFfLklPDw/s400/DSC02407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530958280588780882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hoover Dam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHpPp5_nAI/AAAAAAAABhw/7PBW8EiBN5Y/s1600/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHpPp5_nAI/AAAAAAAABhw/7PBW8EiBN5Y/s400/DSC02399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530958272544087042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The Arizona po po)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHpQcyQKbI/AAAAAAAABiA/ncpFf_UfO3E/s1600/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHpQcyQKbI/AAAAAAAABiA/ncpFf_UfO3E/s400/DSC02409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530958286201825714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(European guy wearing socks with sandals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHrgS2_JgI/AAAAAAAABiI/J_C1e-XV-rI/s1600/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHrgS2_JgI/AAAAAAAABiI/J_C1e-XV-rI/s400/DSC02410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530960757438490114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Waving to people down below whilst atop the bridge, is whilst a word? It is now. I'm like Jack on 30 Rock making up new words like 'inoventually')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHtO2uR02I/AAAAAAAABiQ/8Dgkvqy9SyU/s1600/DSC02404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHtO2uR02I/AAAAAAAABiQ/8Dgkvqy9SyU/s400/DSC02404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530962656851252066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kids on the bridge, not afraid of heights, and Chase standing like Wow Wow Wubbzy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHuMVm-ryI/AAAAAAAABiY/jJSs_JJ-tm8/s1600/DSC02405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHuMVm-ryI/AAAAAAAABiY/jJSs_JJ-tm8/s400/DSC02405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530963713114156834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Just like the sign says "bridging greatness indeed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMH08Ds9cRI/AAAAAAAABio/PFMbDBpor5U/s1600/DSC02403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMH08Ds9cRI/AAAAAAAABio/PFMbDBpor5U/s400/DSC02403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530971130010890514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And last but not least, the 'family picture' atop the bridge, with Allie's eyes closed, and Chase barely in it. Makes for a promising Christmas card no??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love Saturday activities that are completely 100 percent free, involve a casino buffet and end with Chase having been a complete angel all day! This behavior therapy stuff is really working! He did  a-ma-zing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6655020034530115297-3200248510631934554?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/3200248510631934554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=3200248510631934554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3200248510631934554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3200248510631934554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoover-dam-yo.html' title='Hoover Dam yo'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TMHigILcwVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Yn0c1NNCQWI/s72-c/DSC02413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-8521169514115406426</id><published>2010-10-20T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:03:32.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-7HZhindI/AAAAAAAABhI/FKSDb3QVE9g/s1600/DSC02424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-7HZhindI/AAAAAAAABhI/FKSDb3QVE9g/s400/DSC02424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530344603219303890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll tell ya, right now, here on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;This first one I like to call.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Carpal Tunnel Autumn Wreath:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this wreath on someone's blog the other day, and thought it looked easy to make! And it was!&lt;br /&gt;But the gal failed to mention that if you have carpal tunnel, it will flare up while making this wreath.&lt;br /&gt;First, start with a wire hanger and bend it into a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-uARPu-ZI/AAAAAAAABf4/M5UuxlIMG9I/s1600/EEK4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-uARPu-ZI/AAAAAAAABf4/M5UuxlIMG9I/s400/EEK4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530330187086887314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-uAt3c0dI/AAAAAAAABgA/sd9x-q20HTo/s1600/EEK3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-uAt3c0dI/AAAAAAAABgA/sd9x-q20HTo/s400/EEK3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530330194769662418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, go get your fine self some cute Fall fabric (on sale right now at Joanne's for 40 percent off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-uBB74lEI/AAAAAAAABgI/dcqmtbS8Tu4/s1600/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-uBB74lEI/AAAAAAAABgI/dcqmtbS8Tu4/s400/DSC02416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530330200156968002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cut your fabric into 1 in wide strips, while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; using your fabric wheel cutter thingy that looks like a mini pizza cutter because you can't find it so you had to use fabric scissors and had numb wrists when you were done cutting the fabric from all the opening and closing of the scissors while cutting the said fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tie the fabric strips one by one around the hanger making sure to tie it in a double knot. And before you know it, you've watched an episode of Chuck and your wreath is done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then make a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-6Ew9slKI/AAAAAAAABhA/K7jGR2labcw/s1600/DSC02418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-6Ew9slKI/AAAAAAAABhA/K7jGR2labcw/s400/DSC02418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530343458460177570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ribbon bought at the dollar store), hot glue it on the wreath and Voila! Hang him up, your done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xUT41lLI/AAAAAAAABgY/6ghUYbl6NPQ/s1600/DSC02419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xUT41lLI/AAAAAAAABgY/6ghUYbl6NPQ/s400/DSC02419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333829928424626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xU8U-k8I/AAAAAAAABgg/cGcZrq1Zrgw/s1600/DSC02421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xU8U-k8I/AAAAAAAABgg/cGcZrq1Zrgw/s400/DSC02421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333840783872962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xVCJxQjI/AAAAAAAABgo/FmL4YQ7Matk/s1600/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xVCJxQjI/AAAAAAAABgo/FmL4YQ7Matk/s400/DSC02427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333842347475506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I love a dub dub this fabric)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xWBz4xGI/AAAAAAAABg4/MNjiUDdK_co/s1600/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xWBz4xGI/AAAAAAAABg4/MNjiUDdK_co/s400/DSC02426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333859435562082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( I.love.Halloween)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xVkT5nXI/AAAAAAAABgw/mAERMC8MMKM/s1600/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-xVkT5nXI/AAAAAAAABgw/mAERMC8MMKM/s400/DSC02425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530333851516771698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Awww....friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The second installment of this blog coming tomorrow! I know you're waiting with baited breath for more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-8521169514115406426?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/8521169514115406426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=8521169514115406426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8521169514115406426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8521169514115406426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-have-i-done.html' title='What have I done??'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TL-7HZhindI/AAAAAAAABhI/FKSDb3QVE9g/s72-c/DSC02424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-6392602467969181721</id><published>2010-10-12T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:13:04.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQIQ1OKLQI/AAAAAAAABfM/eA6w1qEZTA4/s1600/3D3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQIQ1OKLQI/AAAAAAAABfM/eA6w1qEZTA4/s320/3D3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527051727947836674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear people say that there's noting to do in Las Vegas and they can't wait until they get stationed somewhere else, I just don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been stationed at 4 bases so far in Eric's military career, and each place had stuff to do, even when we were in the middle of nowhere New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;Being stationed at Nellis AFB, we have the advantage of being somewhere that we're both familiar with of course, growing up here and all you know.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels different here since we've been gone for so many years. It's nice being back home for a while, rediscovering our city.&lt;br /&gt;A few weekends ago, when the menfolk went to the race track, us ladies, and Chaser, went for some Vegas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we hit up the M&amp;amp;M factory next to the MGM, but not before seeing the lions at the MGM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP7YSedunI/AAAAAAAABcU/1FvAXu4v0GY/s1600/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP7YSedunI/AAAAAAAABcU/1FvAXu4v0GY/s400/DSC02252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527037562408778354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP7YgcgxwI/AAAAAAAABcc/9lxUcMhYsq4/s1600/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP7YgcgxwI/AAAAAAAABcc/9lxUcMhYsq4/s400/DSC02260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527037566158685954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP7Y4VYsjI/AAAAAAAABck/o54mufJunfY/s1600/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP7Y4VYsjI/AAAAAAAABck/o54mufJunfY/s400/DSC02261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527037572571247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase was captivated by the lions, very cool, then on over to the m&amp;amp;m factory. My favorite thing about it was they had "vampire" m&amp;amp;m's. They were gray, red and black ...if only they had Edward's face on them...yeah, I'm that girl, it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP_F0iBt-I/AAAAAAAABds/iiUBBKdjv4k/s1600/3D4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP_F0iBt-I/AAAAAAAABds/iiUBBKdjv4k/s400/3D4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527041643179522018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Chase was lovin the Vegas sign made outta real M&amp;amp;M's, while sporting saggy shorts...the boy needs a belt or a butt...at least he's potty trained! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP_FmGC9FI/AAAAAAAABdk/6yE3UYrHYPY/s1600/3D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLP_FmGC9FI/AAAAAAAABdk/6yE3UYrHYPY/s400/3D2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527041639304066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to these places before, but it's a whole different experience doing this stuff with your kids. Eric and I have had a blast taking our kids to all the places we loved growing up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on over to the Silverton Casino, which is new to me, to have dinner and see the mermaid in the huge aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;Allie LOVED it, Chase did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQB280WlrI/AAAAAAAABd8/Qg-b0SUJOVE/s1600/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQB280WlrI/AAAAAAAABd8/Qg-b0SUJOVE/s400/DSC02266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527044686240716466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQB3jVmbII/AAAAAAAABeM/cv0OnLnndog/s1600/DSC02268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQB3jVmbII/AAAAAAAABeM/cv0OnLnndog/s400/DSC02268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527044696580713602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQDaPwU9SI/AAAAAAAABek/Ec0b4KDHl6s/s1600/DSC02276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQDaPwU9SI/AAAAAAAABek/Ec0b4KDHl6s/s400/DSC02276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527046392131155234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQDZ_ScqAI/AAAAAAAABec/FVQUzTdaIsc/s1600/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQDZ_ScqAI/AAAAAAAABec/FVQUzTdaIsc/s400/DSC02271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527046387710863362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQD6HOioUI/AAAAAAAABes/I2Zy2jw1JOY/s1600/DSC02288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQD6HOioUI/AAAAAAAABes/I2Zy2jw1JOY/s400/DSC02288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527046939597775170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQD6a_YlyI/AAAAAAAABe0/c2qe17E_6D4/s1600/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQD6a_YlyI/AAAAAAAABe0/c2qe17E_6D4/s400/DSC02290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527046944902911778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya gotta love Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;Where else can you go to in October and see mermaids, huge lizards on the wall, about a million M&amp;amp;M's, then eat a pound of those million M&amp;amp;M's, take a picture with a midget Elvis and Marylin Monroe, an overweight Spiderman, all while doing it in 90 degree weather?? I ain't gonna lie, i love Vegas in the Fall! As far as I'm concerned, the cooler temps, and yes, i do consider 90 degrees as cooler temps, can stick around for a while! I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a fan of the cold. Thankfully, we've always been stationed in hot places! (Tucson, Okinawa, New Mexico, Vegas.....)Hope that trend continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQFSpd-YhI/AAAAAAAABfE/FLFyyGAkQUg/s1600/3D5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQFSpd-YhI/AAAAAAAABfE/FLFyyGAkQUg/s320/3D5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527048460617802258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This beauty got baptized last Saturday...pics and story to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-6392602467969181721?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/6392602467969181721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=6392602467969181721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/6392602467969181721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/6392602467969181721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/10/vegas-weekend.html' title='Vegas Weekend'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TLQIQ1OKLQI/AAAAAAAABfM/eA6w1qEZTA4/s72-c/3D3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-7053945811566779589</id><published>2010-10-01T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:03:39.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna know how to get some Heaven on Earth?</title><content type='html'>Take yourself right on down to the DQ and get your fine self one of these bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seanpaune.com/images/blog/ppieblizzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.seanpaune.com/images/blog/ppieblizzard.jpg" alt="" 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/6655020034530115297-7053945811566779589?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/7053945811566779589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=7053945811566779589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7053945811566779589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7053945811566779589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/10/wanna-know-how-to-get-some-heaven-on.html' title='Wanna know how to get some Heaven on Earth?'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-3554163793479957199</id><published>2010-09-22T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:06:54.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My oldest....is 8! I'm not okay with this at all.</title><content type='html'>My Allie, my first born, turned 8 this month.&lt;br /&gt;Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday she was a baby and we were living in our two bedroom apt in Tucson Arizona. Eric was gone most of my pregnancy with Allie due to joining the Air Force and heading off to boot camp and tech school.&lt;br /&gt;I was about 3 months preg when he left, so i didn't look preg yet, and when he returned, i was 36 almost 37 weeks preg and swollen.&lt;br /&gt;We got stationed at Davis Monthan AFB in Tucson Arizona right after he got home from tech school and were only there for 10 months when we got orders to move to Okinawa Japan.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I knew about Okinawa was that Mr Miyagi was from there and in Karate Kid 3, they go there.&lt;br /&gt;After we were there for less than 3 months, Eric went to Iraq and i had my Allie to keep me company. She was my little buddy. It was always her and I, we had each other whenever Eric had to deploy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, she's 8, and wants to be with her friends every second that she's not at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her b-day, Eric and I brought her McDonalds for lunch at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt9Ye0UrXI/AAAAAAAABbE/YoRwlPLHt4U/s1600/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt9Ye0UrXI/AAAAAAAABbE/YoRwlPLHt4U/s400/DSC02164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520143627815529842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The kids around her died when they saw she had Mickey Dee's for lunch.....at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But we brought cupcakes for her classmates, so that brought 'em back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for dinner she requested Little Sleazers (Little Caesers) cheese pizza...easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had her b-day party in August before school started. So glad we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt-wydMIlI/AAAAAAAABb8/e44t0F7EFMQ/s1600/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt-wydMIlI/AAAAAAAABb8/e44t0F7EFMQ/s400/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520145144915698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This nightmare of a cake was my attempt at making a barbie doll cake. Allie's party was Princess and the Frog themed, so i thought i could do it. I should know better. When i was created, i wasn't given the "creative/able to do things that are easy to other people gene."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Chase's blond head in this picture though!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt-wiAtXwI/AAAAAAAABb0/uF9rkWMMErI/s1600/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt-wiAtXwI/AAAAAAAABb0/uF9rkWMMErI/s400/DSC02064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520145140501274370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My little helper, or destroyer...not sure which)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJuBBMd8qtI/AAAAAAAABcE/MelxCYgHocg/s1600/DSC02074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJuBBMd8qtI/AAAAAAAABcE/MelxCYgHocg/s400/DSC02074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520147625799363282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Opening of the presents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt-GkNMTgI/AAAAAAAABbk/_CL4_tTYBAs/s1600/DSC02079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt-GkNMTgI/AAAAAAAABbk/_CL4_tTYBAs/s400/DSC02079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520144419535998466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eating of the pizza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt-GccVlYI/AAAAAAAABbc/bi2KncZBn2s/s1600/DSC02080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt-GccVlYI/AAAAAAAABbc/bi2KncZBn2s/s400/DSC02080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520144417452037506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitting of the pinata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJuHbrWPcnI/AAAAAAAABcM/dI7_8I0fck0/s1600/DSC02083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJuHbrWPcnI/AAAAAAAABcM/dI7_8I0fck0/s400/DSC02083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520154677834904178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The substitute cake after the failed doll cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt9ZnDQ-KI/AAAAAAAABbM/KhlbB7czqxw/s1600/DSC02084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt9ZnDQ-KI/AAAAAAAABbM/KhlbB7czqxw/s400/DSC02084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520143647205554338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Allie and the Emily's..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt9X19LHVI/AAAAAAAABa8/xPyS6IPnHpM/s1600/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt9X19LHVI/AAAAAAAABa8/xPyS6IPnHpM/s400/DSC02171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520143616846798162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I made this cake on her actual birthday. I went the safe route and it turned out goooood, except Chase ate the exclamation point before we lit the candles. He's knows what's good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've informed Allie that all birthday's stop at 10, for I cannot handle this growing up business.&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 children, and they are growing up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;I am not okay with this at all!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6655020034530115297-3554163793479957199?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/3554163793479957199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=3554163793479957199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3554163793479957199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3554163793479957199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-oldestis-8-im-not-okay-with-this-at.html' title='My oldest....is 8! I&apos;m not okay with this at all.'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJt9Ye0UrXI/AAAAAAAABbE/YoRwlPLHt4U/s72-c/DSC02164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-8758377738921152960</id><published>2010-09-16T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:44:17.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No comments from the peanut gallery please!</title><content type='html'>It was approximately 3pm on Labor Day, and I was in Fresh and Easy buying ice cream to have   after Family Home Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was at the check out line and Chase was being my helper by pushing the  buttons on the touch screen at check out. I wouldn't have let him do it  if he wasn't being compliant with which buttons to push, but he was  being great!  The most compliant he'd EVER BEEN at a store. I was  watching him the whole time and not letting him push buttons at random  just for fun. When we finished and turned to leave, Chase turned back  around and started pushing the buttons, and like a millisecond second  later, i was there to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;One of the employees muttered under  his breath "it's not a toy".  This employee hadn't been standing there  to see Chase being super compliant, which isn't always the case with  Chase. All he saw was when Chase turned back around to the register when  we were walking away. Lucky for that guy, it didn't register to me what he'd said until i was walking out the door. Had i realized what he  said at the time he said it, my exit from the store could have gone a  lot differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest pet peeves since becoming a  mom is when other people feel they need to chime in their two cents. I  couldn't have been quicker at stopping Chase from pushing buttons but  this dude still had to make a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mother of an  autistic child, I've learned to overcome alot when it comes to having my  child with me in public. The embarrassment of having Chase flip out in  public was a hard one to overcome.....and when I say flip out, that's  putting it nicely.  It's more like a full on melt down times a million.  I've learned to not let it bother me that people are staring or shaking  their heads in disbelief or in disagreement at how my child is reacting  and how I'm handling it. I've learned to not let it bother me when  people huff and puff, roll their eyes, burn me with their judgmental  thoughts and looks, and even when they full on stop and stare, i could  care less. But when they make comments, that's what I still have trouble  with...that and when Chase wants to lie face down on the floor at  Walmart...Yuck...i die  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the man said in Fresh and Easy  wasn't horrible, it's just the judgmental  look for Chase he had on his  face and the fact that I was so quick to stop Chase from pushing any  more buttons should have been enough. The man didn't see the perfect compliance  Chase was exhibiting just seconds earlier.&lt;br /&gt;"So.....No comments from the peanut gallery please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents of children with autism know how important it is for their child  to learn to be compliant. It's the first thing they teach when you  start autism behavior therapy. Nothing else can be learned if the child  isn't compliant, and that in itself is a daunting task when it's first  being taught. Everyday things get alot easier when compliance isn't an  issue. Nobody is a perfect parent, but we're all trying to do our best given what we've got, and that should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a parent is struggling with their child in a public place, the last thing they need is questions like "Is everything okay?"&lt;br /&gt;  "Do you need help?"&lt;br /&gt;   "Is he alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,  everything's okay, NO i do not need help, and yes, my child is fine  believe it or not.  Unless you have training in how to handle a child  with autism, then move it along people:) But I know sometimes they're  just trying to help.&lt;br /&gt;I have the right mind next time when someone asks if I need help to  actually say, "yes! i do need help. I would love it if you would watch  my son while i finish my shopping in peace. I hope you won't mind that I  will be taking my time and enjoying myself ":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had people  stop and say to me "does your son have autism?? And when i say yes,  they'll tell me that their nephew or grandson or cousin or someone in  their life has it too and then we empathize together and instantly they  take their place in the autism family that surrounds so many of us in  this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you're at Walmart, and you see a  child having a melt down, try to remember that child may have autism and  is learning, albeit slow, how to handle and deal with their  emotions....or they may just be a typical 2 year old having a melt down,  and just be glad it's not you that has the screaming child in your shopping cart  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJJQQzgVusI/AAAAAAAABa0/nwOhrwRH7zA/s1600/DSC02102.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJJQQVAcwMI/AAAAAAAABas/IAM8C8zRoBk/s1600/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJJQQVAcwMI/AAAAAAAABas/IAM8C8zRoBk/s400/DSC02099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517560734929436866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase with one of his therapists learning how to write his name. Don't worry, he not completely naked...he has socks on :)&lt;/span&gt;  and underwear! But hey, it's still 100 degrees in Vegas, so why not strip down when you get home from school?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-8758377738921152960?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/8758377738921152960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=8758377738921152960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8758377738921152960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8758377738921152960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-i-almost-could-have-maybe-been.html' title='No comments from the peanut gallery please!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TJJQQVAcwMI/AAAAAAAABas/IAM8C8zRoBk/s72-c/DSC02099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-7254362822211469132</id><published>2010-09-11T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:59:16.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We labored....on Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>One day, a couple of months back, i saw a dresser at Goodwill that I HAD  to have for Allie's room. Her current dresser was gettin' the job done, but  I wanted one for her that wasn't so tall. It threatened to fall on her  once when she was opening the top drawer, so we nailed it to the wall  until we could get her a shorter wider one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....back to being  in the Goodwill......A couple of months back,I had walked into the GW  and lo and behold, the heavens were opened and I saw the light.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect dresser for Allie's room.&lt;br /&gt;I envisioned it being sanded and painted white with different knobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; wanna kick myself for almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;forgetting  to snap a picture of any thrift store item purchased for a make-over  before we start "making it over" ....i didn't snap a pic of this dresser  for Allie's room until we had already removed the hardware and spent  hours stripping the layers and layers of polyurethane it had on it.  (FYI: A belt sander is not made to take off layers of polyurethane. The  stuff sticks to the sand paper which then defeats the purpose I tell ya!  So the chemical stripper is the way to go. But beware: you will need  lots of gloves because that stuff is strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the best before and after pics i got.&lt;br /&gt;And PS. I LOVE LOVE L-O-V-E   how it turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIugVYIV3jI/AAAAAAAABZ4/GlgraR8seNI/s1600/DSC02138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIugVYIV3jI/AAAAAAAABZ4/GlgraR8seNI/s400/DSC02138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515678457760439858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This  was taken after we had stripped the poly, and taken off the hardware to  spray paint it and we added legs and 2 pieces of wood for decor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIugWth_EqI/AAAAAAAABaI/idBmeVjj_m4/s1600/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIugWth_EqI/AAAAAAAABaI/idBmeVjj_m4/s400/DSC02149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515678480685011618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  couldn't be happier with how it turned out! The 2 white knobs on the top  drawers we found at Hobby Lobby for so cheap! They were perfect! A for Allie  don't ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIugWMaA6eI/AAAAAAAABaA/_r_HC5861-s/s1600/DSC02145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIugWMaA6eI/AAAAAAAABaA/_r_HC5861-s/s400/DSC02145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515678471793207778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We  spray painted the drawer pulls black, they were a brass color before. It was too  expensive to replace all the hardware with different hardware, but  painting it black made all the difference!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIwE2IgM4cI/AAAAAAAABaQ/dAxiLwoBJbQ/s1600/DSC02150.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIwHG0duq6I/AAAAAAAABag/PZTwmXeQTSM/s1600/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIwHG0duq6I/AAAAAAAABag/PZTwmXeQTSM/s400/DSC02151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515791457365961634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This  mirror I found at GW for 2.99. It was perfect! Mirror Mirror on the  wall you know! It was plastic and a brass color. We spray painted it  white and then spray painted a glitter gloss to it. Just imagine it all  on a dark pink wall...coming soon....next paycheck of course! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-7254362822211469132?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/7254362822211469132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=7254362822211469132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7254362822211469132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7254362822211469132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-laboredon-labor-day.html' title='We labored....on Labor Day!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIugVYIV3jI/AAAAAAAABZ4/GlgraR8seNI/s72-c/DSC02138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-8180812942630266862</id><published>2010-09-03T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:07:39.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can dance if you want to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHhj67pC9I/AAAAAAAABZw/jTMAyo9iBGA/s1600/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHhj67pC9I/AAAAAAAABZw/jTMAyo9iBGA/s400/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512935426109279186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first moved into our house last December, I quickly learned how thankful i was that our house has 3 bathrooms. 2 upstairs, and one downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being: When we first moved in, Eric's shift at work began at 6am, which meant he had to leave the house no later than 5:30am (because we don't live on base,) which meant he was getting up at 5am, and on days he had PT (physical training) it was even earlier. A time I won't dare mention because it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; early in the morning. A time only parents with newborn babies know about and know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly banned him from using the bathroom in our room and he claimed the downstairs bathroom as his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he works the graveyard shift, the "bathroom issue" isn't an "issue" anymore, but he still claims the downstairs bathroom as his own. So, if it's a "man's" bathroom, as he claims, then i knew if i wanted to put any decor in there, it needed to have no frills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I'm still somewhat laid up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHabwRAXII/AAAAAAAABZQ/P8R2NMnm2J8/s1600/DSC02134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHabwRAXII/AAAAAAAABZQ/P8R2NMnm2J8/s400/DSC02134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512927589225749634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I try to do things that don't require much standing up and walking around, because, man oh man, if you've ever broken you're 4th toe on your left foot....it hurts, and you really wish your home didn't have stairs...20 stairs to be exact....and everyday you wake up, you see that the bruising has moved further down your foot..&lt;br /&gt;I swear my toe is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Eric assures me it's supposed to look like this, and says if i would poke it with a needle, it would feel better/it would relieve the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;My 7 year old says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; would do it if it were her toe.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm in the car, i swear it's going to explode, well, it feels like that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today when the kids were at school, and Eric was working in his man cave, i made this for "his" bathroom downstairs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHdKze6RMI/AAAAAAAABZo/OlJ_ERcaZiE/s1600/DSC02128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHdKze6RMI/AAAAAAAABZo/OlJ_ERcaZiE/s400/DSC02128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512930596566484162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHcz9ypFLI/AAAAAAAABZg/tQty2XW1XqE/s1600/DSC02126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 407px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHcz9ypFLI/AAAAAAAABZg/tQty2XW1XqE/s400/DSC02126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512930204196607154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon hobbling down the stairs and entering the 'man cave' to show it to Eric, he said out of everything I've made, this is his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;It now hangs above the toilet...and everyone who goes in, will for sure come out singing "The Safety Dance". Thank you Men Without Hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S...The best part? The whole thing only cost me 1.99 to make because I already had the scrapbook paper, modge podge and cardstock. The frame was $1.99 at Goodwill. Does it get any better? No, no it doesn't :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-8180812942630266862?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/8180812942630266862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=8180812942630266862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8180812942630266862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8180812942630266862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-dance-if-you-want-to.html' title='You can dance if you want to....'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TIHhj67pC9I/AAAAAAAABZw/jTMAyo9iBGA/s72-c/DSC00080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-7073163595393644115</id><published>2010-08-31T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:00:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of school</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, the ever so famous "1st day of school pics".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other people's pictures, you see children dressed in fun new school clothes, donned with shiny new shoes and unripped backpacks. A new lunch box at their side with a look of ambition and excitement in their eyes, and smiles from ear to ear...&lt;br /&gt;But this is what you see at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1jw_2jlbI/AAAAAAAABZI/hPJ3SuauSP8/s1600/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1jw_2jlbI/AAAAAAAABZI/hPJ3SuauSP8/s400/DSC02116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511671212396484018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1jwNPtzjI/AAAAAAAABZA/Srqa2JFTWwc/s1600/DSC02115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1jwNPtzjI/AAAAAAAABZA/Srqa2JFTWwc/s400/DSC02115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511671198811803186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1hF_QX0VI/AAAAAAAABYw/FWlbV3PXzew/s1600/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1hF_QX0VI/AAAAAAAABYw/FWlbV3PXzew/s400/DSC02112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511668274478698834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1hFaxoApI/AAAAAAAABYo/r4FzyzmQGEU/s1600/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1hGoNC1kI/AAAAAAAABY4/Qm1F4zHG9Ic/s1600/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1hGoNC1kI/AAAAAAAABY4/Qm1F4zHG9Ic/s400/DSC02114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511668285470594626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(That darn computer is like an appendage on Chase. He's always got it with him and always wanting to play with it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1hFaxoApI/AAAAAAAABYo/r4FzyzmQGEU/s1600/DSC02103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1hFaxoApI/AAAAAAAABYo/r4FzyzmQGEU/s400/DSC02103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511668264686060178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie finally got him to actually kinda look at the camera and kinda smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in these pics, you see a Kindergartner crying, and a 2nd grader silently wishing her school didn't follow a dress code(hence, the plain white polo shirt)...(she hates it but I love it!!) Makes school clothes shopping a whole lot easier! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st day of school for us was spewing with a whole lotta crying....and not for the usual reasons there's crying on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual reasons &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be:&lt;br /&gt;*Mom is sad her baby is going off to Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;*Kindergartner is crying because they don't want to go to school&lt;br /&gt;*Kindergartner is scared or nervous&lt;br /&gt;the list could go on! But I won't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I will do is tell you that yesterday, the first day of school, in the morning, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was the one crying before we even left the house, because I couldn't find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of the school supplies I had bought, and...because of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1bHOrmz6I/AAAAAAAABYg/fYEbS50RaQw/s1600/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1bHOrmz6I/AAAAAAAABYg/fYEbS50RaQw/s400/DSC02117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511661698729562018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every day it looks worse, and hurts worse, but i suppose it's gotta get worse before it gets better right?? That's what they say, whoever they is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Chase wouldn't get out of the car at school, and he bumped his head, and he wouldn't carry his backpack, and he wouldn't hold my hand through the busy parking lot. I guess in the 3 weeks he was out of school for summer vacation, he forgot how it all worked. I will for sure be missing year round schools come next summer! Here's to hoping that someday Clark County School District goes back to year round school, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S....the pictures above are secretly from the "2nd day of school"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-7073163595393644115?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/7073163595393644115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=7073163595393644115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7073163595393644115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/7073163595393644115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of school'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TH1jw_2jlbI/AAAAAAAABZI/hPJ3SuauSP8/s72-c/DSC02116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-5023018020323188051</id><published>2010-08-30T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:57:21.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Idea/Bad Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Idea&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Going to the long awaited, most anticipated grand opening of Hobby Lobby in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvhGxN4kzI/AAAAAAAABWw/DlT6Jb42CVc/s1600/DSC02053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvhGxN4kzI/AAAAAAAABWw/DlT6Jb42CVc/s400/DSC02053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511246075424969522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Me and the kids)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking your 5 yr old autistic son with you....oops.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a gazillion and one eye level shopping carts every where you turn, and probably feeling like they're coming right at you, and not wanting to get into one of the said shopping carts and instead, feeling like throwing yourself on the ground and crying is the better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvhJEYOBXI/AAAAAAAABW4/BBBYw4_y8eQ/s1600/DSC03087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvhJEYOBXI/AAAAAAAABW4/BBBYw4_y8eQ/s400/DSC03087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511246114928330098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase on Halloween last year, but he pretty much looked the same at Hobby Lobby, minus the tiger costume though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Forgetting you rented a Redbox movie over a week ago and never returned it. What shoulda been .99 cents turned into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; .99 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie wanting a Barbie cake for her b-day party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dXJnJRT9bEc/Ssqgj4dAmRI/AAAAAAAADRA/JDTEq3abPdQ/s400/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; could make one, don't look too close, it's scary...I wasn't dealt the crafty cake making skill when they were handing out talents in heaven. And no, this was not my first attempt. But I love that Chase's head is in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THwLnA0mcAI/AAAAAAAABYY/szDDdRxpAaY/s1600/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THwLnA0mcAI/AAAAAAAABYY/szDDdRxpAaY/s400/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511292808858071042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Allie's theme was Princess and the Frog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 7 yr old receiving a Rapunzel doll at her b-day party on Saturday and instantly falling in love with it and her resplendent flowy golden hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 5 yr old brother cutting off Rapunzel's hair minutes after Rapunzel came out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvpJPmdUZI/AAAAAAAABXA/1Rb-NG-jXhY/s1600/DSC02086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvpJPmdUZI/AAAAAAAABXA/1Rb-NG-jXhY/s400/DSC02086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511254914033865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvpJvW6YKI/AAAAAAAABXI/tb-egvBMe1g/s1600/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvpJvW6YKI/AAAAAAAABXI/tb-egvBMe1g/s400/DSC02087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511254922558595234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Really Chase? Rapunzel? With all the Barbie's laying around this house, you choose Rapunzel? Of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning a fridge that has a water and ice dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.appliancist.com/refrigerators-reviews-bosch-kan-58-a50-side-by-side-refrigerator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 430px;" src="http://www.appliancist.com/refrigerators-reviews-bosch-kan-58-a50-side-by-side-refrigerator.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your son stacking things in the water dispenser, like fridge magnets, small toys, or my all time favorite, a pint glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://splendids.com/images/products/large/23303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://splendids.com/images/products/large/23303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I ask myself why we own such a pint glass when we don't drink beer! And by the way, pint glasses are heavy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, just so you know, in case you were wondering, toes do a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; job of breaking the fall of a pint glass. The pint glass comes away from the scene of the crime unscathed, but your toe, now that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;But you're in luck, it's a story I can tell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Warning*&lt;br /&gt;This next part is not for the faint of heart....i'm just sayin....you've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Culprit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pint glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The place: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridge water dispenser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crime:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the water dispenser, landing on my foot, and seriously injuring the 4th toe on my left foot. See, this is why i do not walk around barefoot, except for right after I've mopped...and i had just mopped...shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvtsSyIN8I/AAAAAAAABXg/Pl8PaLFSLpA/s1600/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvtsSyIN8I/AAAAAAAABXg/Pl8PaLFSLpA/s400/DSC02088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511259914230052802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Minutes after the fall. Note: A hairless Rapunzel's legs on the floor next to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right after it happened, Allie was upstairs and heard the glass fall, and then heard me crying...yes, i cried, alot, because it hurt, alot. And while she was putting a band-aid on, and cleaning up all the blood on the tile, Chase was asking for ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;Note: Chase didn't get ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvtshh_NWI/AAAAAAAABXo/GHHTwWeIDNw/s1600/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvtshh_NWI/AAAAAAAABXo/GHHTwWeIDNw/s400/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511259918188885346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ouch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THv3rLSN94I/AAAAAAAABXw/UG5I5uHvD6I/s1600/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THv3rLSN94I/AAAAAAAABXw/UG5I5uHvD6I/s400/DSC02091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511270890153572226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(All the bracelets they gave me at the ER, Fall Risk was my favorite....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THv3sa3pL8I/AAAAAAAABYA/rFkFXWwlZ9I/s1600/DSC02095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THv3sa3pL8I/AAAAAAAABYA/rFkFXWwlZ9I/s400/DSC02095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511270911516946370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The next morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THv3r6LnzTI/AAAAAAAABX4/u-NLvOP6fCY/s1600/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THv3r6LnzTI/AAAAAAAABX4/u-NLvOP6fCY/s400/DSC02093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511270902742371634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Every hour the toe gets blue-er.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When it happened, Eric was not home, but came home about 20 min later to see me on the floor all red puffy eyed and Allie taking care of me. What would I do without my Allie??!!&lt;br /&gt;As Eric and I were sitting in the ER, he tells me he's never been in the Nellis AFB Emergency Room.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that was unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;We won't say how many times it's been for me, but if you read my blog enough, you'll already know how much i LOATHE the ER, especially at Nellis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally having Eric there with me, instead of always by myself with the kids or just myself, turned out to be alot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;He played "doctor" when the "dr" was out of the room looking at the x-ray, by bandaging up my toe, cleaning it with hydrogen peroxide, also carrying me to radiology because they had no available wheel chairs. He stole a band-aid for the road, he kept me laughing while we were waiting for endless amounts of time in the waiting room, and he even let me give him hand sanitizer when i felt it was warranted...he adjusted my crutches, dared me to drink from the huge bottle of sterile water, which i did, but he tried it first, offered me a million dollars to lick the ER floor, and obeyed me when i forbid him from using the drinking fountain in the waiting room...that's just asking for mono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized as I was writing this blog, how almost all of the good idea/bad idea's had something to do with Chase. Chase doens't understand that cutting off Rapunzel's hair is wrong and that it would cause Allie devastation, or that putting a pint glass in the water dispenser could break a toe, or that it wasn't the best time to be asking for ice cream as I'm sitting on the kitchen floor bawling and bleeding. But that's just Chase! And we love him for it, in all his innocence.&lt;br /&gt;Today he went to Kindergarten, he gets to go for 15 minutes a day and hopefully by Oct it can be increased to 30.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pray for a cure, all the the while everyday, watching him slowly coming out of his autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;My sister came to watch our kids while Eric and I went to the ER, and Chase seized the opportunity to have ice cream from the gallon bucket 'o ice cream while my sister was upstairs...so in the end, everyone was happy! :)&lt;br /&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/6655020034530115297-5023018020323188051?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/5023018020323188051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=5023018020323188051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5023018020323188051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5023018020323188051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-ideabad-idea.html' title='Good Idea/Bad Idea'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THvhGxN4kzI/AAAAAAAABWw/DlT6Jb42CVc/s72-c/DSC02053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-5392871274591990012</id><published>2010-08-24T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:37:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 33= awesome</title><content type='html'>I turned the big three three on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It started with Eric getting up at 430am, and going to Walmart to shop for ingredients to make a FAB breakfast in bed, which is one of my best-loved things for your little FYI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS5F4ro2TI/AAAAAAAABWg/Z8hTQDCS2cs/s1600/breakfastinbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS5F4ro2TI/AAAAAAAABWg/Z8hTQDCS2cs/s400/breakfastinbed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509231754946861362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He even remembered to include a lactaid pill for my lame lactose intolerance since there was yum-meeeee whip cream!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to surprise Allie with breakfast in bed, but not Chase...no no. You don't wake Chase up for something as absurd as homemade pancakes adorned with fresh fruit like: kiwis, strawberries, raspberries and blueberries covered in just the right amount of whip cream, and, "for your information, whipped cream isn't whipped cream at  all unless it's been whipped with whips. Everybody knows that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got dressed and went to the Aria Casino in City Center to get dessert from this place where there-are-no-words-to-describe-the-benevolent-desserts-that-are-sold, but not before stopping by my favorite wall, the one that holds the "9 faces of Christopher Walken" photo posters along the north east wall of the casino. All of them are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSpUg9rxOI/AAAAAAAABUo/VMU1_BjdAF4/s1600/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSpUg9rxOI/AAAAAAAABUo/VMU1_BjdAF4/s400/DSC02020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509214414092092642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This one happens to be my fav one, in case you wondered...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thennnnnn, we headed over to &lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Jean &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philippe Patisserie, &lt;/span&gt;the place I was talking about earlier, like 5.7 seconds earlier, where, if you so desire, you can die and go to chocolate heaven.&lt;br /&gt;And I did, i died that day, and went to chocolate heaven at 10 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSqhqs-yAI/AAAAAAAABU4/dz_558HtC2o/s1600/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSqhqs-yAI/AAAAAAAABU4/dz_558HtC2o/s400/DSC02011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509215739556317186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This was the one I picked. It was so beauteous it was almost hard to start eating it, almost, but not really hard at all, because I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at it!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;YUM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSqhAyU4LI/AAAAAAAABUw/6v0ti2aBr_s/s1600/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSqhAyU4LI/AAAAAAAABUw/6v0ti2aBr_s/s400/DSC02010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509215728304447666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This was Allie's pick, even better!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSqiJadkKI/AAAAAAAABVA/DIxD7TKGrRw/s1600/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSqiJadkKI/AAAAAAAABVA/DIxD7TKGrRw/s400/DSC02012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509215747800141986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And this bad boy was the one Eric and Chaser had. Those boys opted out of going to chocolate heaven and after having a bite of theirs, I could see why....just as good as ours!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSrPRnlVoI/AAAAAAAABVQ/DJfzGr6CZcQ/s1600/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSrPRnlVoI/AAAAAAAABVQ/DJfzGr6CZcQ/s400/DSC02014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509216523096774274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Even the little squares on the side with the fancy design were made outta chocolate...genius!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSugG7KOVI/AAAAAAAABVo/p-202fZrbdk/s1600/DSC02015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSugG7KOVI/AAAAAAAABVo/p-202fZrbdk/s400/DSC02015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509220110818752850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The Chaser enjoying a bite of mine, while unknowingly falling into chocolate heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSrQnLqUaI/AAAAAAAABVg/fgcIJk-zrO8/s1600/DSC02016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THSrQnLqUaI/AAAAAAAABVg/fgcIJk-zrO8/s400/DSC02016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509216546065109410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And last but not least, my choclate lovin compadre, Allie, enjoying her pick o' the day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then after we came back to life, we came home and the Chaser had his weekly Saturday afternoon autism therapy for 2 hours. When that was done, my in-laws came and picked up the kids and Eric and I went to The Cheesecake Factory in the Forum Shops at Caesars Palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3462/3403379436_1986a13f35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3462/3403379436_1986a13f35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Hannah Montana that place is goooood! I hadn't darkened their doorway for years! It had been way too long and I won't be making that mistake again!&lt;br /&gt;For desert we ordered a piece of lemon raspberry cheesecake, and then shopped at the Forum Shops for a while, all while saying 'Oh remember when this store was that, or when that store was this?' The forum shops have changed alot in the past several years. It's fun being married to someone that grew up in Vegas too and having shared the same memories of your youth, but not knowing each other until we became 'grown-ups' and sharing them together, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we had a contest with my in-laws to see who could fit 33 candles in a cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;Eric and his dad won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS0z4-4NMI/AAAAAAAABVw/62IU54jotME/s1600/DSC02039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS0z4-4NMI/AAAAAAAABVw/62IU54jotME/s400/DSC02039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509227047743403202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS00QvmYAI/AAAAAAAABV4/OwETIgRjZqk/s1600/DSC02038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS00QvmYAI/AAAAAAAABV4/OwETIgRjZqk/s400/DSC02038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509227054121771010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eric's masterpiece, which then later sort of exploded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS1wAnwfaI/AAAAAAAABWQ/quJNLPjFsmQ/s1600/DSC02043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS1wAnwfaI/AAAAAAAABWQ/quJNLPjFsmQ/s400/DSC02043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509228080586063266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Does that size of a flame mean I'm old??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS01aLibzI/AAAAAAAABWA/8MD5BFbqJVM/s1600/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS01aLibzI/AAAAAAAABWA/8MD5BFbqJVM/s400/DSC02036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509227073834741554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS01-5EN9I/AAAAAAAABWI/pSc3CB0SXTM/s1600/DSC02037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS01-5EN9I/AAAAAAAABWI/pSc3CB0SXTM/s400/DSC02037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509227083689375698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(My father-in-law's masterpiece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS1wj-fncI/AAAAAAAABWY/6B4dZCX0Zw8/s1600/DSC02049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS1wj-fncI/AAAAAAAABWY/6B4dZCX0Zw8/s400/DSC02049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509228090076667330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(His caught the paper on fire, yep, I'm old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I may be old, but it was the best.....birthday.......I  eva  eva had.&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/6655020034530115297-5392871274591990012?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/5392871274591990012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=5392871274591990012' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5392871274591990012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5392871274591990012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/08/turning-33-awesome.html' title='Turning 33= awesome'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/THS5F4ro2TI/AAAAAAAABWg/Z8hTQDCS2cs/s72-c/breakfastinbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-5892327434675237157</id><published>2010-08-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:54:19.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for Dinner?</title><content type='html'>When Eric is deployed for months at a time, or even on TDY (temporary duty assignment) for  just a few weeks, all cooking stops at my house.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind cooking, dare I even say I enjoy cooking for my hubby. He's so good about complimenting my cooking, even if it stinks sometimes. He'll try it and find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; good about the dish, even if it tasted like poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he's gone for a while, I totally get out of the habit, and can't just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jump&lt;/span&gt; right back into cooking when he returns home, as much as he'd like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was recently gone for 3 weeks and it took me a whole week to even cook once. For the first week, we sat down to PB&amp;amp;J's and mac n cheese with hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since then, i knew I needed something to motivate me to get back into it, so I made this in attempt to make me happy about sweatin it up in a hot Las Vegas kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGraLKXhWzI/AAAAAAAABUI/H2TYzcMRbME/s1600/DSC01955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGraLKXhWzI/AAAAAAAABUI/H2TYzcMRbME/s400/DSC01955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506453379710278450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it helps, it really does! Looking at it, and what it has written on it all day keeps me in the mindset of, eventually, i gotta brave the heat of cooking in the kitchen in August, and cook away! Yes I have A/C, but when it's well over 100 degrees outside, it still gets hot inside.&lt;br /&gt;All I had to buy was the chalkboard paint. I already had the frame, the chalk, black spray paint and ribbon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti taco's rule.&lt;br /&gt;YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, I wouldn't mind at all if summer went and caught an untimely death. Our power bill was a beautiful 280 dollars for July.&lt;br /&gt;Out with summer and in with Fall I say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-5892327434675237157?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/5892327434675237157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=5892327434675237157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5892327434675237157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/5892327434675237157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for Dinner?'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGraLKXhWzI/AAAAAAAABUI/H2TYzcMRbME/s72-c/DSC01955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-3496397519122545665</id><published>2010-08-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:03:58.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Except for the entry I posted on Saturday, it's been quiet from me in the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as July hits in Las Vegas, it got   H-O-T.&lt;br /&gt;When  it gets hot here, I have very little time to do what I need to do  before the sun has robbed me of all energy and I collapse for the day.&lt;br /&gt;I have much more energy in the winter, but the summer is a whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  3 weeks in July, Eric was gone to Minnesota for training, the kids were  in school, and I got to go thrifting every day...it was bliss! Vegas  has some great thrift stores, but, it was HOT...but i went out anyway. I  even went out and shopped without a sun shade to put in the windshield.  I used to have one until Chase ripped it up in a fit of crazy laughter  and naughtiness. All Allie and I could do was laugh and watch his  grinning face...sounds weird I know, but i figure it was better than it  happening in a fit of autistic rage. Hey, I'll take what I can get! In  Chase's defense, the sun shade was already ripped, sort of, so he was  just helping it along on the road it was already on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any...way....besides  the blog entry I posted a couple of days ago, I have been busy and  exhausted all at the same time. Hard combo!! Anyone who lives in the  desert can agree with me that the summer sun zaps your energy as soon as  it can get ahold of it, which is the second you walk out the front door  away from your air conditioned house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are a few things I accomplished while he was gone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGGHDNQRxzI/AAAAAAAABR4/jgMxeQUkBQM/s1600/DSC01817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGGHDNQRxzI/AAAAAAAABR4/jgMxeQUkBQM/s400/DSC01817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503828708790748978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Got this for 10 dollars at Salvation Army)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGGHDy3r9YI/AAAAAAAABSA/NJPQLnmghGQ/s1600/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGGHDy3r9YI/AAAAAAAABSA/NJPQLnmghGQ/s400/DSC01818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503828718888154498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm really kinda into blue right now)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGGHXFKmcbI/AAAAAAAABSI/Fc2HAEVvddw/s1600/DSC01819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGGHXFKmcbI/AAAAAAAABSI/Fc2HAEVvddw/s400/DSC01819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503829050216837554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I need to move it down and add rosettes to the bottom of the mirror, but I think it really adds charm to my front entry way)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGI9ZYvqjzI/AAAAAAAABSQ/e5H-fU4sw-8/s1600/DSC01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGI9ZYvqjzI/AAAAAAAABSQ/e5H-fU4sw-8/s400/DSC01880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504029200948563762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This sweet 1960's credenza came home with me from Savers for 20 buckaroos. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It  was love at first sight, especially the retro-ness of it. We painted it  black and kept the knobs, they just don't make em like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGI-ouhEG6I/AAAAAAAABSY/yr6M7DD_R7w/s1600/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGI-ouhEG6I/AAAAAAAABSY/yr6M7DD_R7w/s400/DSC01928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504030564002569122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd  been using my hope chest for a TV stand ever since we moved in, so this  took the place of that, thankfully! We even found some medical papers  in the drawers dated back to the late 60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGWH-gD-RpI/AAAAAAAABS4/raEkFEap6Q4/s1600/DSC01829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGWH-gD-RpI/AAAAAAAABS4/raEkFEap6Q4/s400/DSC01829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504955627358537362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Found this beaut on Craig's List for next to nothing, and it magically matched my persian rug like perfection I tell you what!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGWLHJ0o2uI/AAAAAAAABTI/JDUhWw97zRQ/s1600/DSC01884.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Allie  and Chaser's last day of school was August 5th. Oh year-round  school...how I will miss thee!! All schools in Vegas are converting to 9  month, which I think really stinks. We enjoyed year round alot! We had  all 3 of our track breaks in the "cooler" months of Las Vegas and were  able to enjoy ourselves outside alot. It was great having her in school  for the hottest part of summer, it gave them something fun to do and  they got to still see their school friends all summer! They have about 3  weeks off before going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric was able to go  to IKEA while he was in Minnesota lucky duck! Although, if i were to go  there, I had better have just won Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes  because I'd buy out the whole store. So...maybe it's better he had to go  alone.&lt;br /&gt;He brought home cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hanging chair thing for Allie's room is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbSi5Bvs7I/AAAAAAAABTo/UjDa-hmgnFw/s1600/DSC01849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbSi5Bvs7I/AAAAAAAABTo/UjDa-hmgnFw/s400/DSC01849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505319091372536754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eric put it up the first night he was home, the kids lurve it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check  out Eric's go-tee. All active duty military men love it when they get  the chance to grow facial hair, even if just for a short time. It was  gone tho as soon as he came home to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbSiTQo4XI/AAAAAAAABTg/-UepeTn00w0/s1600/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbSiTQo4XI/AAAAAAAABTg/-UepeTn00w0/s400/DSC01856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505319081234456946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Allie loves it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbSh9gv5mI/AAAAAAAABTY/7vsq1A_VULk/s1600/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbSh9gv5mI/AAAAAAAABTY/7vsq1A_VULk/s400/DSC01854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505319075396445794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hangin out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next cool thing he got at IKEA was this:&lt;br /&gt;When it's 116 degrees outside but your kids want to swing...what do ya do?&lt;br /&gt;Buy a swing at IKEA and put it in your house!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbXS-woVkI/AAAAAAAABTw/AhbUJ1KdfHo/s1600/DSC01864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbXS-woVkI/AAAAAAAABTw/AhbUJ1KdfHo/s400/DSC01864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505324315591595586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's in between the great room and the dining room, and it's  a-w-e-s-o-m-e)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbXTJb3sjI/AAAAAAAABT4/2k5fd_Z-zMo/s1600/DSC01870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbXTJb3sjI/AAAAAAAABT4/2k5fd_Z-zMo/s400/DSC01870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505324318457311794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It even holds the grown-ups)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbXTmDpvSI/AAAAAAAABUA/CvHqDAfretM/s1600/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGbXTmDpvSI/AAAAAAAABUA/CvHqDAfretM/s400/DSC01953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505324326140362018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase can't get enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a great teaching tool for  Chase and also a 'reward' during his therapy sessions. He earns the  right to swing when he "uses his words"  a.k.a...talks! It's so great  hearing Chase talk and ask for things.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Thank you IKEA!&lt;br /&gt;Now, please come and build one in Las Vegas...purty please?! I'll shop at you, i promise, even when i don't think i have money, i'll still shop...will that get you to come be with me in the desert?&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy day if IKEA would come to Vegas... :)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-3496397519122545665?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/3496397519122545665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=3496397519122545665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3496397519122545665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/3496397519122545665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TGGHDNQRxzI/AAAAAAAABR4/jgMxeQUkBQM/s72-c/DSC01817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-8748290664107774303</id><published>2010-08-08T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:14:36.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TF-n2rw0rkI/AAAAAAAABRw/04_EzryoCgY/s1600/DSC01754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TF-n2rw0rkI/AAAAAAAABRw/04_EzryoCgY/s400/DSC01754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503301827572313666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I love the look on Chase's face in this picture....the question is, is this look Le Tigre, Blue Steel, Ferrari or Magnum?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every so often, Eric and I are given a day where Chase seems like he's, well, I'm not sure how to explain it, but it's like he acts less autistic than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Chase was talking up a storm. It wasn't that he was having conversations with me or anything, but still just talking alot and his words were clearer than usual, and he was making eye contact like a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed that something was different yesterday, so did Allie and so did Eric. In the evening, Eric mentioned how Chase seemed different, and commented on how Chase has really progressed in the recent weeks (ABA therapy is wonderful!)&lt;br /&gt;I told Eric how I noticed something different during the day too. It was like Chase was trying to connect with those around him, which isn't something he normally does. Normally he's pretty much in his own little world and he likes it that way. What we try to do and what his therapists do is try to get him out of his own little world that he is so comfortable being in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't express how much i LOVE when we are given days like yesterday. Days where it seems  our son comes out of his autism momentarily, and tries to connect with us. When I say connect, i mean things like talking to us, allowing us to pick him up, hug him, actually stopping and looking at us when we talk to him, and listening to us. It was like that all day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;The moment was gone, but not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live for days like yesterday and look forward to the next one that may come; whenever that may be, I'll be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TF-mqAqbD-I/AAAAAAAABRo/bSd91avEkKs/s1600/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TF-mqAqbD-I/AAAAAAAABRo/bSd91avEkKs/s400/DSC01516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503300510332686306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chase's self portrait)&lt;/span&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/6655020034530115297-8748290664107774303?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/8748290664107774303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=8748290664107774303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8748290664107774303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/8748290664107774303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/08/connecting.html' title='Connecting'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TF-n2rw0rkI/AAAAAAAABRw/04_EzryoCgY/s72-c/DSC01754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-2731790320323197359</id><published>2010-07-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:12:28.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From this to that....</title><content type='html'>One day, I was at Home Depot with Eric sitting in the magazine/vending machine area and I came across a "Kids Bedroom" catalog.&lt;br /&gt;In it, was a cute bookshelf made to look like a house.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I showed it to Eric and demand he make it for Allie...well, more like I 'suggested' he make it for Allie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good hubby that he is agreed and plans were made.&lt;br /&gt;Wood was bought, along with bead board, paint and supplies. Allow me to stress that when you buy paint, if you're going to by it from Home Depot or Lowe's, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;get your paint from Lowe's.  Hands down, Lowe's has better paint. Same price at each place, but a lot less headache with Lowe's paint.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Viola! We went from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZxz4RP2qI/AAAAAAAABQ4/r4Xtx4oscOM/s1600/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZxz4RP2qI/AAAAAAAABQ4/r4Xtx4oscOM/s400/DSC01725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496205531344263842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bought at Deseret Industries for 10 dollars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZyYimlYYI/AAAAAAAABRA/z0ay6_ee8n0/s1600/DSC01769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZyYimlYYI/AAAAAAAABRA/z0ay6_ee8n0/s400/DSC01769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496206161183334786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZ7K9WRiWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/7-9wxzXaL1U/s1600/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZ7K9WRiWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/7-9wxzXaL1U/s400/DSC01791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215823449164130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZ9XekWaBI/AAAAAAAABRY/vaiZSuUqILE/s1600/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZ9XekWaBI/AAAAAAAABRY/vaiZSuUqILE/s400/DSC01804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496218237548259346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZ-XI3oyZI/AAAAAAAABRg/glkJXb9z4JQ/s1600/DSC01805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZ-XI3oyZI/AAAAAAAABRg/glkJXb9z4JQ/s400/DSC01805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496219331235203474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy am I with how it turned out???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has a designated spot to 'organize' her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;She said when it was finished that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; even keep her room clean from now on!!! &lt;br /&gt;One can only hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6655020034530115297-2731790320323197359?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/2731790320323197359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=2731790320323197359' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/2731790320323197359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/2731790320323197359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-this-to-that.html' title='From this to that....'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEZxz4RP2qI/AAAAAAAABQ4/r4Xtx4oscOM/s72-c/DSC01725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-147677015238701679</id><published>2010-07-15T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:10:23.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, it's a glorious thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEABEYoGtYI/AAAAAAAABQw/BuyAPriL_8k/s1600/DSC01481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEABEYoGtYI/AAAAAAAABQw/BuyAPriL_8k/s400/DSC01481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494392720233772418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Remember this pic from a couple of months ago? This is what I found one morning when I walked into Chase's room to get him up for school. Apparently he'd had a busy night, and found a sharpie to color on his cast, and yes, i made him clean up his room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chase had a bad night last night.&lt;br /&gt;Well, lemmie re-phrase that.&lt;br /&gt;Chase had a bad night before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want to go to bed when it was time.&lt;br /&gt;I had been ready for him to go to bed for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I turned around yesterday, Chase had something he could carry water in, and was watering my plants...well, more like drowning my plants and flooding the front entry way. Thanks to an episode of Elmo's World where Chase learned how to 'take care of plants', they boy wants to water my plants every 5 seconds. If it's not the watering can he's using, it's a cup, or a glass or a teapot from Allie's Tinkerbell Tea Set. It's gotten to the point where I have to turn off the water under the sink because as soon as i leave a room, a plant will get watered. Even the fake flower arrangement i have sitting on my kitchen table got watered today. That's what I get for switching the laundry in the laundry room. He's getting tricky though, because if he gets a glass of water, he'll pretend like he's drinking it all the way over to the plant in the family room, and then the first chance he gets, he dumps it on the plant.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;The thing with autism, is, that sometimes, they are terrible sleepers.&lt;br /&gt;Chase is a terrible sleeper, but he wasn't always.&lt;br /&gt;He slept fine as a baby, and into the toddler years.&lt;br /&gt;It was when he got into the 'preschool years' that he decided it was a good idea to wake up in the middle of the night, and wander the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left Japan in 2007, he was still in a crib. He turned 2 right before we left, so when we got to New Mexico, we bought the kids bunk beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chase's eyes, he had just been handed sweet sweet freedom.&lt;br /&gt;We would wake up in the night to find him wandering the living room, trying to go out the front door, turning off and on the TV, climbing in the dryer, getting into the fridge and breaking all the eggs (that one was my favorite) and of course, jumping on the couch...naked.&lt;br /&gt;He was 2 remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase is now 5, and he takes medication to sleep. It was explained to us by his doctor that when Chase goes into 'light sleep' he wakes all the way up, instead of, like most of us, when we slip into the light sleep, we roll over and go back to sleep and usually don't remember doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Without Chase's sleep meds, he may or may not fall asleep, but if he does, he will wake up 3-4 hours later and stay awake for hours. He still wakes up with the medication, but he goes back to sleep much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when i announced to Chase is was time for bed, he acted like he'd just been told it was time to storm the shores of Normandy.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, he didn't want to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't go upstairs when i asked him to, so I carried him. He's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; easy to carry up a flight of stairs when he's 'not a happy camper'.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we get upstairs, he runs into Allie's room, and proceeds to have a nervous breakdown. He's slobbering, sweating, crying, screaming, and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;An autistic fit at it's best.&lt;br /&gt;His fits have gotten alot better and shorter since his home therapy program started a year ago, but still, every so often, he breaks down like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sitting there on Allie's bed, (Allie was downstairs watching Jumanji)...wishing Eric was here because Eric has a way with Chase that I don't, I started silently praying that I could handle this moment the best way for Chase. I didn't feel out of control, or angry or impatient, I felt helpless. A typical 5 year old has hissy fits still sometimes, I know that, but not like this. As a parent of a child with autism, we yearn for normality, and his behavior last night was not normal.  I know Chase will never be "normal". Why do I want that for him when I know it's not possible?  It seems unfair to him. It's like trying to stuff a square peg through a triangle hole. But what we're striving to do is help him to be self sufficient and independent to survive in a world that's "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sat there with Chase, a feeling, and a thought came into my mind. That feeling/thought said "I know this is hard, I know you're feeling hopeless, but you are blessed with a healthy body and a willing heart to do this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, so do it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Chase, I stood up, I told him that I loved him, and I bid him goodnight. This was something I knew he needed to and would work through on his own, and he did. Within minutes he was quiet, calm and asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs, sat next to Allie, and we finished watching Jumanji together. After the movie was over, she turned to me and said "Is Chase asleep in my room?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Yep"&lt;br /&gt;Allie said "That's good, he likes my room."&lt;br /&gt;"He sure does Allie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I go upstairs to get Chase up for school, and I found him sitting on the toilet, naked, eating a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where in the world&lt;/span&gt; did he find a banana, and why was he on the toilet naked eating it?&lt;br /&gt;I may never know.&lt;br /&gt;How boring would my life be without my children?&lt;br /&gt;I never want to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TD__Q2hy7gI/AAAAAAAABQo/PQdOo786sv8/s1600/DSC00842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TD__Q2hy7gI/AAAAAAAABQo/PQdOo786sv8/s400/DSC00842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494390735395548674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(The kiddos on Easter in Cedar City Utah)&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/6655020034530115297-147677015238701679?l=houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/feeds/147677015238701679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6655020034530115297&amp;postID=147677015238701679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/147677015238701679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655020034530115297/posts/default/147677015238701679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://houseofhagfeldts.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleep-its-glorious-thing.html' title='Sleep, it&apos;s a glorious thing!'/><author><name>Ber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15523078600733099774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/SZox3iEKhMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/z14mnJ01Hzc/S220/newme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8HzQ_brmQoo/TEABEYoGtYI/AAAAAAAABQw/BuyAPriL_8k/s72-c/DSC01481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655020034530115297.post-1287635431039490449</id><published>2010-06-30T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:35:10.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardy to say the least...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.halolz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/tardy-slowpoke.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.halolz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/tardy-slowpoke.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were stationed in New Mexico, we learned quickly how very strict the school district's rules were.&lt;br /&gt;It was not easy.&lt;br /&gt;If your child was late 3 times, it was considered an absence.&lt;br /&gt;If your child missed school too many times, you could face jail time and a possible fine of hundreds of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Your child's absence wouldn't be 'excused' unless you had a doctor's note...period, no exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't allowed to set foot in your child's classroom unless you had previously gotten yourself a background check and had proof of it.&lt;br /&gt;If you needed to give your child something during the day, it was taken to them by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;The Principal at Allie's school was a dictator...an awful person really. He and I didn't get along to say the least. All it took was one time of him talking nasty to Chase right in front of me, and that was all he wrote. The man was on my bad side.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Irish, remember?? We don't take kindly to the offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Allie was late to school. But here in Vegas, it's not as strict in Elementary school when it comes to tardy's. Allie's late often, but in my defense, Chase always has home therapy in the mornings, and it starts before Allie goes to school, so often I'm involved with the therapy that's going on that I kinda sometimes sorta maybe forget that Allie needs to be dropped off at school. She'll say to me, "Uh, mom...do I need to go to school now?"  And then i realize the time. This morning was one of those mornings.&lt;br /&gt;It was 8:50 and school starts at 9 and she was in Pj's and no breakfast yet. Chase and his therapist and I were in the loft putting together the train set that would be used as Chase's reward during therapy.&lt;br /&gt;When i finally dropped Allie off at school, before she got out, she asked me if i would walk her to  the office. I told her I couldn't because, well, i didn't look like I could face the public with my head held high if you know what i mean. Still in "sort of Pj's", why don't we call them 'casual clothes', my glasses, and no 'over the shoulder boulder holder.'&lt;br /&gt;So a bit dejected, she gets out of the car, and starts walking up to the front door of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go to drive away, i see a mom walking her kids up to the front door wearing a tank top, boxer shorts, slippers, and a towel on her head.&lt;br /&gt;I look over at Allie and see her looking at this women, then Allie looks at me, rolls her eyes, and goes inside
