<?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-3030003389862610782</id><updated>2012-01-09T20:39:10.041-06:00</updated><category term='qa'/><title type='text'>Everything Changes</title><subtitle type='html'>My life is in a great transition and you're invited to join in on the ride.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>612</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5030854163048848409</id><published>2011-12-25T16:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:22:46.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I could tell you a story...</title><content type='html'>I could tell you a story about my crazy day.. about my crazy life...  about children who get too many presents and have bad behavior.  I could tell you about the things that have happened that make me sad.  But not today.  I'm going to tell you about hope.  About what my 7 year old nephew told me yesterday when I asked him what his favorite present was from Christmas.  He told me that his favorite present was Jesus being born.  I will tell you another story about 2011 years ago.  The same God that shaped the universe, the earth, the waters, the plants, animals, and humans in 6 days, came to live with us.  Immanuel, God with us.  Not above us, over us, in our hearts, but really here with us for 33 years. Yes, God came to live on earth.  Not as a king, not a big strong man.  I know, it's hard to believe.  That God would live with us.  But wait.  It gets better.  He came as a fetus in a young girls womb.  He was in her womb 9 months.  Then he was born.  Born.  Out of her womb.  A screaming, pink, helpless newborn.  He was nursed.  He learned to walk.  I believe his mind was like any other newborn's mind, not developed.  He grew, learned, became a man, like any other boy.  And not like any other boy.  Perfect.  Blameless.  God.  Son of God.  Holy Father.  Holy Son.  Holy Spirit.  Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5030854163048848409?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5030854163048848409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-could-tell-you-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5030854163048848409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5030854163048848409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-could-tell-you-story.html' title='I could tell you a story...'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4440382326995684586</id><published>2011-12-25T12:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T12:35:37.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>For today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. - Luke 2:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4440382326995684586?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4440382326995684586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4440382326995684586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4440382326995684586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7073584006712646029</id><published>2011-12-09T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:32:15.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrq9r0XcGaU/TuIp-XOlwyI/AAAAAAAAHNE/KdMZb_Va-FM/s1600/PB307261_edited-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrq9r0XcGaU/TuIp-XOlwyI/AAAAAAAAHNE/KdMZb_Va-FM/s400/PB307261_edited-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC7nMEHc330/TuIp-pklq1I/AAAAAAAAHNM/84KI0iom4-s/s1600/PB307265.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC7nMEHc330/TuIp-pklq1I/AAAAAAAAHNM/84KI0iom4-s/s400/PB307265.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSNvUGHHzZc/TuIp-gNX-VI/AAAAAAAAHNY/4ceXiKm1S_0/s1600/PB307290.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SSNvUGHHzZc/TuIp-gNX-VI/AAAAAAAAHNY/4ceXiKm1S_0/s400/PB307290.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qxgt6Ao6eE/TuIp_febrZI/AAAAAAAAHNs/yL7IMj5zrzE/s1600/PB307293.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qxgt6Ao6eE/TuIp_febrZI/AAAAAAAAHNs/yL7IMj5zrzE/s400/PB307293.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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It is quite a feeling of accomplishment to get three little people all sleeping in their beds, then up in the morning, all cranky and tired.  Then we all have to get dressed and get our chocolate milk and get out the door and all go to different places.  Then when I finally get to work in the quiet office, I can stop and be happy that everyone is where they need to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4564029333957087831?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4564029333957087831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-crazy-fun-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4564029333957087831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4564029333957087831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-crazy-fun-life.html' title='What a crazy fun life'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4228058197008374301</id><published>2011-11-20T08:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:19:07.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More to Love</title><content type='html'>What will you find at our house these days?  Kids!  Kids!  Kids!  Three to be exact.  We (meaning my parents and me and Nathan) are keeping my niece (Mya, 5) and nephew (Morgan, 1) for right now.  Do we know how long it will be necessary?  No, we don't.  Do we know what will happen week by week?  No, we don't.  We are trusting in the Lord to take care of all of us and to watch out for these precious children.  We don't want anyone to be mad or hurt by what is going on.  We just want the best for the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of babies, Chesley is right smack in between the age of Mya and Morgan.  So he tries to be big like Mya sometimes and little like Morgan.  It is helping his potty training.  A couple of times a day, they have a potty party and go sit on the potties together.  It's funny until I have to wipe all the poop bottoms.  Mya and Chesley are inseparable.  They are like twins.  Morgan is a little angel.  Right now he and I are having our alone time before everyone else wakes up.  It's nice being one on one with him.  It's nice to be with a child who doesn't talk!!  And he likes playing with the toy by himself.  Chesley has had some issues adjusting and being nice and sharing.  But this weekend so far has been better than last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to church today and to the Thanksgiving dinner.  I am bringing a turkey and dressing.  I woke up at 5 am to put the turkey in the oven.  So I will definitely need a nap later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4228058197008374301?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4228058197008374301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4228058197008374301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4228058197008374301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-to-love.html' title='More to Love'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5829411244713431737</id><published>2011-09-09T07:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:19:07.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breastfeeding Limits</title><content type='html'>I saw on msn website banner this morning that "Today in the Park" Moms were discussing breastfeeding limits... how discreet to be, what age is cut-off limit, what is best for child... So I thought I would get a serious discussion.  But it was pretty short, obviously written and performed, and pretty funny.  People do get upset about these issues.  I might have been one of them before I had Boo.  I did breastfeed him till about 2 months ago.  I finally got him to stop.  Mostly, I did feel like it was time to stop, but I do not regret nursing him so long.  I had no pain, no engorgment, not even for one minute.  He really didn't fight to keep nursing.  He was not able to breathe through his nose before he had his tonsils out, so he really could not nurse and breathe at the same time.  For about a month, he would ask for it maybe once a week, but then he stopped.  Such a sweet time is over, but he is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5829411244713431737?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5829411244713431737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/09/breastfeeding-limits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5829411244713431737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5829411244713431737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/09/breastfeeding-limits.html' title='Breastfeeding Limits'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7036265148608346579</id><published>2011-09-08T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T18:17:15.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbQtZaootF0/TmlM93NjFYI/AAAAAAAAHG0/eAY5XdfW-68/s1600/P8157164.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbQtZaootF0/TmlM93NjFYI/AAAAAAAAHG0/eAY5XdfW-68/s400/P8157164.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvKIIktQlIs/TmlM-Ca4PyI/AAAAAAAAHG8/iG2zNC3w06w/s1600/P8157182.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvKIIktQlIs/TmlM-Ca4PyI/AAAAAAAAHG8/iG2zNC3w06w/s400/P8157182.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWnmoUPZi9A/TmlM-a9WyYI/AAAAAAAAHHE/OXO525V98ys/s1600/P8146997.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWnmoUPZi9A/TmlM-a9WyYI/AAAAAAAAHHE/OXO525V98ys/s400/P8146997.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gnJeM9-dj4/TmlM-eZCEHI/AAAAAAAAHHM/T6X0Gj6z8YU/s1600/P8147016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gnJeM9-dj4/TmlM-eZCEHI/AAAAAAAAHHM/T6X0Gj6z8YU/s400/P8147016.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm sun, time together as a family, a few hang-ups here and there, but overall, it was a great trip.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7036265148608346579?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7036265148608346579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/09/florida-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7036265148608346579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7036265148608346579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/09/florida-pics.html' title='Florida pics'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sbQtZaootF0/TmlM93NjFYI/AAAAAAAAHG0/eAY5XdfW-68/s72-c/P8157164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7355375840450703318</id><published>2011-08-13T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T07:25:59.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida</title><content type='html'>We made it to Florida!  We are in Perdido Key, a beach town close to Pensacola. It is so pretty here.  We got in around 5 pm, ate dinner, and went to the beach for a little while in the twilight.  Boo was scared of the water, but I hope he will like it better in the daylight.  He did pretty good on the 8 hr drive here.  Only one little fit, but not bad for a little boy on a long car ride.  Tomorrow we can relax and play on the beach.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7355375840450703318?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7355375840450703318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/08/florida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7355375840450703318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7355375840450703318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/08/florida.html' title='Florida'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4405514624909395139</id><published>2011-07-31T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T07:26:31.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am in a hotel in Houston medical center.  Papaw is having knee replacement surgery tomorrow at Methodist Hospital.  Boo was very good at dinner, but now we are all settled in our room, and he is way too wound up to  go to sleep.  He is watching cartoons.  Thank goodness I thought enough to get a room with a separate bedroom and living area.  Mom and Papaw are trying to go to sleep.  Papaw has been in a lot of pain with his knee.  I know surgery will cause more pain, but we hope it recovers well and that he can have a more active happy life again.  He has been miserable.  We will be with him all day tomorrow and then most of the day Tuesday and then going home that afternoon.  I hope Boo can somewhat behave tomorrow at the hospital.  If not, we can walk back to the hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4405514624909395139?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4405514624909395139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/07/houston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4405514624909395139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4405514624909395139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/07/houston.html' title='Houston'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5542029883571646110</id><published>2011-07-08T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:26:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Boy</title><content type='html'>Chesley has been doing much better since surgery.  He has decided he likes to eat.  He just can't get enough food.  And he actually eats real food!  Meat, pasta, fruit, along with junk food, but it's an improvement.  Today we are taking Papaw to his dr appt in Houston.  He has been having a lot of trouble with his knee.  Time to go see Houston Drs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5542029883571646110?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5542029883571646110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5542029883571646110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5542029883571646110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-boy.html' title='Happy Boy'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4785000114570003940</id><published>2011-06-26T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:44:41.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He can breathe!</title><content type='html'>Since the tonsil surgery, Boo can breathe through his nose. For the past few months, he could not breathe through his nose at all, ever.  He snored really bad and had trouble eating and breathing at the same time.  I guess the tonsils were swollen all the way around.  He is still having some pain, especially at night.  I will probably stay home with him through Tuesday.  I really would like him to make it through a day without crying in pain before he goes to daycare.  He really wants mommy to hold him when he feels bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Walmart yesterday for groceries.  He was asking to go bye bye, so I thought we needed to shop, and we could get him a toy.  He was so good at the store.  We bought one toy that he picked out, and he was happy.  We got in the car, and he said, "Mommy, I had fun at Walmart." And later, "I want to go back to Walmart."  So funny..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4785000114570003940?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4785000114570003940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-can-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4785000114570003940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4785000114570003940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-can-breathe.html' title='He can breathe!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2596257694496129592</id><published>2011-06-24T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:12:41.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrell Park Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMJ0_X2-4wM/TgS3dVfKQEI/AAAAAAAAHDs/dTEP_5ge9_g/s1600/P5196575.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMJ0_X2-4wM/TgS3dVfKQEI/AAAAAAAAHDs/dTEP_5ge9_g/s400/P5196575.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ5a6-Fys10/TgS3diqTUPI/AAAAAAAAHD0/u1y5kPGegT8/s1600/P5196590.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ5a6-Fys10/TgS3diqTUPI/AAAAAAAAHD0/u1y5kPGegT8/s400/P5196590.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsxyJT-Uo_Y/TgS3du1WibI/AAAAAAAAHD8/2qc1NSi3uCM/s1600/P5196638.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsxyJT-Uo_Y/TgS3du1WibI/AAAAAAAAHD8/2qc1NSi3uCM/s400/P5196638.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZW5alb_l4A/TgS3dzVgEQI/AAAAAAAAHEE/tsKfHWzwzgU/s1600/P5196625.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZW5alb_l4A/TgS3dzVgEQI/AAAAAAAAHEE/tsKfHWzwzgU/s400/P5196625.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these pics one morning early, before Boo and Nathan woke up.  Just wanted some good practice.  The park has beautiful flowers and roses.  Going before the sun was brutal really helped.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2596257694496129592?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2596257694496129592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/06/tyrell-park-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2596257694496129592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2596257694496129592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/06/tyrell-park-pics.html' title='Tyrell Park Pics'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMJ0_X2-4wM/TgS3dVfKQEI/AAAAAAAAHDs/dTEP_5ge9_g/s72-c/P5196575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-1835970723243443806</id><published>2011-06-23T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T19:06:30.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>So many things going on and I haven't blogged in forever.  Well, I'll just jump in.  Chesley had his tonsils removed on Tuesday.  He is doing well now.  He seems to be acting his normal self today.  We had to spend the night in the hospital.  His dr thought that would be best.  I'm not sure it was really necessary, but if something would have gone wrong, it would be nice to be there.  He stayed in the bed and rested for over 24 hours.  He woke in the night a lot with some pain, and we got the nurses to bring medicine.  Then the dr came at 7 am.  He would not let us go home yet since Boo had not eaten the day before.  They did not want him to dehydrate.  Shorty after, he ate a good bit of cereal and drank some juice, so we went home.  Last night he had some pain, but today he seems better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is crazy for me.  The past two years at work I have a lot more responsibility and demands on my time.  They called me a few times yesterday, and I just could not talk until later in the afternoon.  I think they managed to get by without me... barely.  Maybe they will appreciate me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some stress in my family, so please pray for us.  My hope is just that everybody can do what they need to do and focus on their children as the most important thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staying home with Boo again tomorrow and maybe Monday too.  I just want to be with him in case he has pain or bleeding.  So far so good though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-1835970723243443806?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/1835970723243443806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/06/surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1835970723243443806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1835970723243443806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/06/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3516416624812671978</id><published>2011-05-02T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:21:28.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MckMama's beautiful work!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited that MckMama's pics came today in the mail!  They are so beautiful.  It is really more than I ever hoped for.  She really captured the fun and love and silliness of our little family.  These are some of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4d0Jv0nG8Zg/Tb8uY17UvYI/AAAAAAAAGxM/mz5qoPBWd0Y/s1600/HolliePhillips-41.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4d0Jv0nG8Zg/Tb8uY17UvYI/AAAAAAAAGxM/mz5qoPBWd0Y/s400/HolliePhillips-41.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RoP5otgqU_4/Tb8uZMdlVrI/AAAAAAAAGxU/AwUTB2RsKeg/s1600/HolliePhillips-51.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RoP5otgqU_4/Tb8uZMdlVrI/AAAAAAAAGxU/AwUTB2RsKeg/s400/HolliePhillips-51.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMHg3-r_2UM/Tb8uZFzerSI/AAAAAAAAGxc/V5djdqb8Eu0/s1600/HolliePhillips-53.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMHg3-r_2UM/Tb8uZFzerSI/AAAAAAAAGxc/V5djdqb8Eu0/s400/HolliePhillips-53.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XstlAFPEoqs/Tb8uZdww8bI/AAAAAAAAGxk/yrX-pVUW9hM/s1600/HolliePhillips-74.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XstlAFPEoqs/Tb8uZdww8bI/AAAAAAAAGxk/yrX-pVUW9hM/s400/HolliePhillips-74.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7JY6DDPrBI/Tb8uZuKArHI/AAAAAAAAGxs/qxOKWdFD9DY/s1600/HolliePhillips-43.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b7JY6DDPrBI/Tb8uZuKArHI/AAAAAAAAGxs/qxOKWdFD9DY/s400/HolliePhillips-43.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3516416624812671978?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3516416624812671978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/05/mckmamas-beautiful-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3516416624812671978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3516416624812671978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/05/mckmamas-beautiful-work.html' title='MckMama&apos;s beautiful work!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4d0Jv0nG8Zg/Tb8uY17UvYI/AAAAAAAAGxM/mz5qoPBWd0Y/s72-c/HolliePhillips-41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6514718444524057086</id><published>2011-05-01T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T11:48:55.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping little boys inside</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to make Boo stay inside. But I can tell that he feels better and can breathe better when we stay inside.  He just loves to go outside.  I'm sure all kids do.  And the weather is nice.  Yesterday, we went out for a little while.  Then we came in, he took a nap, and I got ready to go see some boat races at the local festival.  I went to get him ready, and he was burning up!  So we got to stay home instead.  Watching movies, being lazy.  I don't mind being lazy, but I like for Boo to get to do something fun.  And we stayed home from church since he is feeling bad.  I actually paged the ENT dr, being nervous that he started having fever.  The dr was so nice.  Calmed me down, told me not to worry unless fever got too high.  Dr even called me again this morning to check on Boo.  I thought that was very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6514718444524057086?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6514718444524057086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/05/keeping-little-boys-inside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6514718444524057086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6514718444524057086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/05/keeping-little-boys-inside.html' title='Keeping little boys inside'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3790285973032309671</id><published>2011-04-27T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:56:21.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending time with Boo</title><content type='html'>I love spending extra time with Boo.  I don't like the reason for all the extra time... he has been sick, maybe one of the worst sicknesses he has had.  Nasty tonsils, strep, bad cough, snot.  The works.  He was sick all weekend, and by Monday was feeling very bad.  We saw the ear, nose, throat doctor, and he was very concerned.  Said Boo's throat looked really bad... Not what you want to hear.  Gave Boo a shot, antibiotics, and made us come back the next day (yesterday).  Yesterday dr said Boo was doing a little better.  We go back next week.  Dr said that he does not like to remove tonsils until the child is 30 lbs.  Boo is 28 lbs.  And dr likes child to be close to 3 years old.  The main problem is that Boo is allergic to most antibiotics and cannot take the strongest ones.  So it takes a long time for him to get better.  I hope he will be healed by next week.  I have a strong feeling we will be getting tonsils out soon.  And we will definitely be seeing the dr a lot.  But he is doing better today.  He has a hard time breathing at night.  We got cough syrup with codeine for the first time and that really helped last night.  Plan is to go back to work and school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3790285973032309671?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3790285973032309671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/spending-time-with-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3790285973032309671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3790285973032309671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/spending-time-with-boo.html' title='Spending time with Boo'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3709136381793989675</id><published>2011-04-27T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:23:40.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYIk7WddPo8/TbhDCMCir-I/AAAAAAAAGvE/v6-WagkCzFs/s1600/P4246393.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FYIk7WddPo8/TbhDCMCir-I/AAAAAAAAGvE/v6-WagkCzFs/s400/P4246393.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8JKwR5MYrM/TbhDCehfCRI/AAAAAAAAGvM/qNqB8_EFWGk/s1600/P4246394.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8JKwR5MYrM/TbhDCehfCRI/AAAAAAAAGvM/qNqB8_EFWGk/s400/P4246394.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-758BhHIltpA/TbhDCojDBZI/AAAAAAAAGvU/GE4nPch5fAA/s1600/P4246431.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-758BhHIltpA/TbhDCojDBZI/AAAAAAAAGvU/GE4nPch5fAA/s400/P4246431.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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For some reason, the kids all love her.  She is very friendly, but when she has had enough torture, she will let them know.  And she will scratch or lightly bite.  And they would rather mess with her than mess with one of the cats that does not mind torture.  I keep hoping that one day either the cat will learn to stay away from the kids or the kids will learn to leave her alone.  But kids and cats are stubborn!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7191232567321624658?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7191232567321624658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/boy-and-his-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7191232567321624658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7191232567321624658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/boy-and-his-cat.html' title='A Boy and his Cat'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZ1cKODNaYQ/TbBCEeBiXfI/AAAAAAAAGlo/HMWGS5OpK1A/s72-c/P4126099%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4112813612688156674</id><published>2011-04-20T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:18:47.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvdm5YCVrzI/Ta-F8zHyJsI/AAAAAAAAGkM/SVHYPfnW05s/s1600/P4126084.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvdm5YCVrzI/Ta-F8zHyJsI/AAAAAAAAGkM/SVHYPfnW05s/s400/P4126084.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgTIy2GBw9w/Ta-F834MFYI/AAAAAAAAGkU/EyAIf0efFaQ/s1600/P4126093.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgTIy2GBw9w/Ta-F834MFYI/AAAAAAAAGkU/EyAIf0efFaQ/s400/P4126093.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUR66CDU--U/Ta-F9CN3w2I/AAAAAAAAGkc/JVIe0UGFru4/s1600/P4166113-2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUR66CDU--U/Ta-F9CN3w2I/AAAAAAAAGkc/JVIe0UGFru4/s400/P4166113-2.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQScAXTGmgc/Ta-F9Yj8wrI/AAAAAAAAGkk/u-P0IQidWSo/s1600/P4166127.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQScAXTGmgc/Ta-F9Yj8wrI/AAAAAAAAGkk/u-P0IQidWSo/s400/P4166127.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjcK6l8P5Lw/Ta-F9qpd-XI/AAAAAAAAGks/HK3aImltmP0/s1600/P4166131.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjcK6l8P5Lw/Ta-F9qpd-XI/AAAAAAAAGks/HK3aImltmP0/s400/P4166131.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chesley loves to play with Samantha (Mantha) outside at the park.  Drink a glass of wine... play with kids...  Last weekend Boo decided to go visit the neighbors.  He was in their driveway to get his ball, and he ran up to their door and just let himself in...NICE!!  So of course I had to follow him in.  They are so nice.  I felt so goofy just walking in their house.  We are friends with them, and Boo loves playing with their kids.  I still felt silly though.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4112813612688156674?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4112813612688156674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/playing-with-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4112813612688156674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4112813612688156674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/playing-with-kids.html' title='Playing with kids'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jvdm5YCVrzI/Ta-F8zHyJsI/AAAAAAAAGkM/SVHYPfnW05s/s72-c/P4126084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3150570356696238534</id><published>2011-04-15T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:53:40.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3adyWPNjcg/TakSrvkQolI/AAAAAAAAGgA/ZrvNwVZbZqo/s1600/P4095709.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3adyWPNjcg/TakSrvkQolI/AAAAAAAAGgA/ZrvNwVZbZqo/s400/P4095709.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOk1HY0WORM/TakSr7_YPpI/AAAAAAAAGgI/WwJU4dcfKhA/s1600/P4095697.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOk1HY0WORM/TakSr7_YPpI/AAAAAAAAGgI/WwJU4dcfKhA/s400/P4095697.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vaSVhNGHivo/TakSsDVWVpI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/CbpKRYkxdIw/s1600/P4095641.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vaSVhNGHivo/TakSsDVWVpI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/CbpKRYkxdIw/s400/P4095641.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1jriyJa8I0/TakSsMam7qI/AAAAAAAAGgY/JHSSRzp3qZQ/s1600/Morgan%2Bcollage%2Bcolor%2Bpop.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1jriyJa8I0/TakSsMam7qI/AAAAAAAAGgY/JHSSRzp3qZQ/s400/Morgan%2Bcollage%2Bcolor%2Bpop.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3150570356696238534?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3150570356696238534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/pics-to-share.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3150570356696238534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3150570356696238534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/pics-to-share.html' title='Pics to share'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3adyWPNjcg/TakSrvkQolI/AAAAAAAAGgA/ZrvNwVZbZqo/s72-c/P4095709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2513114844631991712</id><published>2011-04-09T15:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:08:25.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down</title><content type='html'>Some things out of my control have got me feeling down and blue today.  I know that I have so many things to be thankful for, and I am trying to concentrate on those things, but it's hard sometimes.  And two year olds are not good at being nice sometimes.  Hopefully spending time with my wonderful family and friends will cheer me up (and cheer Boo up).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2513114844631991712?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2513114844631991712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2513114844631991712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2513114844631991712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7518160529198452493</id><published>2011-04-01T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:21:43.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ss8WbG9LxZs/TZZP1rcKv3I/AAAAAAAAGSs/nHHzw05I2Q0/s1600/P3255591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ss8WbG9LxZs/TZZP1rcKv3I/AAAAAAAAGSs/nHHzw05I2Q0/s400/P3255591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590743771039580018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI14kh7tUYU/TZZP1VFZnoI/AAAAAAAAGSk/q5O0NG_hCfU/s1600/P3255566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JI14kh7tUYU/TZZP1VFZnoI/AAAAAAAAGSk/q5O0NG_hCfU/s400/P3255566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590743765038505602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snfaPytHeII/TZZPY6NTSmI/AAAAAAAAGSc/M99WUFsj7eY/s1600/P3255565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snfaPytHeII/TZZPY6NTSmI/AAAAAAAAGSc/M99WUFsj7eY/s400/P3255565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590743276787550818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had to wipe the computer clean.  I managed to get PSE loaded back up with my actions.  So I got to edit these cute pics of the kids.  Boo has strep.  He has really been feeling bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7518160529198452493?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7518160529198452493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/silly-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7518160529198452493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7518160529198452493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/04/silly-kids.html' title='Silly Kids'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ss8WbG9LxZs/TZZP1rcKv3I/AAAAAAAAGSs/nHHzw05I2Q0/s72-c/P3255591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7314963934670335460</id><published>2011-03-20T07:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T07:55:50.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sneak Peek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JstK2S1j4Hs/TYX37sI3ZjI/AAAAAAAAGRw/pN8nfThfvrA/s1600/5541978680_8776bbd210_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JstK2S1j4Hs/TYX37sI3ZjI/AAAAAAAAGRw/pN8nfThfvrA/s400/5541978680_8776bbd210_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586143517655655986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our silly pic &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt; posted to her blog this morning!  How funny is that!  I had no idea Boo was doing his silly... whatever he is doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7314963934670335460?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7314963934670335460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/sneak-peek.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7314963934670335460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7314963934670335460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/sneak-peek.html' title='A Sneak Peek!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JstK2S1j4Hs/TYX37sI3ZjI/AAAAAAAAGRw/pN8nfThfvrA/s72-c/5541978680_8776bbd210_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5890312807341306873</id><published>2011-03-19T17:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:48:18.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos with Jennifer</title><content type='html'>Jennifer aka MckMama took our pictures today!  She was so very sweet and very easy to get along with.  Our picture session felt so natural.  At first Boo was a little cranky, but he warmed up quickly and gave us plenty of smiles.  We got lots of pictures of us just hanging out being silly, hugging and kissing.  We took some of me and Nathan by ourselves hugging and kissing and acting like we like each other.  It was really funny.  When we got to the area where she was taking pictures of the people before us, I saw my friend Charmaine!  With her family, to take pics of her daughter!  How funny is that??  Jennifer saw us chatting away and asked if we already knew each other.  Yes, we went to college together and just happened to book these sessions right after each other 90 miles away from where we live.  Too funny!  The session was at Discovery Green park, which is right in downtown Houston in the middle of high rise buildings.  There is a water playground area that we managed to keep Boo away from until after the pics.  Then he was so tired when we left that he passed out in the car.  Almost too much fun for one little boy in one day.  Now we are home to rest and hang out together.  It may be a while before I get to show off our pics.  I have a feeling they are going to be great.  She had lots of sessions in Houston this weekend and probably has more all day tomorrow.  But it will be well worth the wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5890312807341306873?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5890312807341306873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/photos-with-jennifer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5890312807341306873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5890312807341306873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/photos-with-jennifer.html' title='Photos with Jennifer'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3350412008449403169</id><published>2011-03-17T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:47:53.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubes again</title><content type='html'>Boo got tubes put in his ears today.  He is doing well.  There were a few rough moments when he came out of recovery and was crying.  He was still out of it for a while and was feeling bad.  After he woke up from his nap he was hurting, but now he is playing and somewhat happy.  He had a bad earache over the weekend.  We went to the dr Monday morning and got some meds.  Then we had our 3 month visit with the ENT on Tuesday, and the dr said that he needed to replace the tubes in Boo's ears.  The tubes are not meant to last forever, and we knew that.  So, now it's all done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are spending the night in Houston tomorrow night.  Nathan is going to some car event with his friend, and me and Boo will find something to do.  The hotel has an indoor pool, so we might just hang out there in the evening.  Then Saturday we are having a photo session with MckMama!  I am very excited.  Some of you may know who she is and some may not.  &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;www.mycharmingkids.net&lt;/a&gt; is her blog.  She really inspired me to take more pictures and to learn how to use my camera correctly.  So I am excited to meet her and to get some fun pics of our little family.  I will also take my camera to get some pics of Boo myself.  I haven't been taking a lot of pics lately for some reason.  It is hard to chase Boo around and take pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3350412008449403169?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3350412008449403169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/tubes-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3350412008449403169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3350412008449403169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/tubes-again.html' title='Tubes again'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6240570416291263150</id><published>2011-03-05T11:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:11:10.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My way!</title><content type='html'>Sounds like I might be getting that house I like in Port Neches.  Nathan just came out today and said we could make an offer on it.  I haven't bugged him about it in a few days.  I guess that's the best way to get my way.. to not be annoying.  But we will have a contingency on the offer that we have to sale our house first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6240570416291263150?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6240570416291263150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6240570416291263150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6240570416291263150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-way.html' title='My way!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4613465436074067451</id><published>2011-03-02T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:05:59.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCs</title><content type='html'>Boo has gotten much better at saying his ABCs.  He still skips a few.  Last night he just couldn't fall asleep with so many exciting things going on in his world.  He doesn't know how to turn off his mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCD LMNOP Q R S T gibber gibber now i said my ABCCCCS next time gibber jabber me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!  Lots of clapping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4613465436074067451?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4613465436074067451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/abcs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4613465436074067451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4613465436074067451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/03/abcs.html' title='ABCs'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2779800430764939917</id><published>2011-02-27T09:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T09:26:53.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been doing</title><content type='html'>We are still trying to sell our house, having some more interest now that the weather is nice.  It's nice hot spring weather around here.  We have been looking at houses, and we found one in Port Neches that we really like.  Nathan can't quite decide if we want to make an offer on it yet.  It's at the upper end of what we want to spend, but it will be closer to work, and I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so busy this weekend.  Today we will try to relax after church and stay home.  Friday I saw Mamma Mia at the Lutcher in Orange.  It was so hilarious!  I went with MIL and SIL for MIL birthday.  We had a good time.  Boo went to a Bounce Zone birthday party with Nathan.  Then yesterday, we saw Sesame St Live.  Boo did really well.  The show was a little silly, but he enjoyed it.  Then we went to the bowling alley for a birthday party.  Boo loved bowling!  He was carrying around 7-8 lb balls like it was nothing.  He started getting cranky and whiney after a little while.  And he couldn't understand why he couldn't bowl the whole time.  I guess it's hard to learn to wait for your turn.  And I got to see an old friend that I haven't seen in forever!  What a day!  Boo passed out as soon as we got home.  Now he is sitting in his high chair playing with play dough.  We are about to get ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been so busy for me lately, which is good.  This coming week I have a workshop type meeting (PHA process hazard analysis for my project for the engineers out there).  I really hope I did a decent job designing this project and the team doesn't change things up too much!  And I'll be out of my office all week, so when the meeting is over, I will really need to catch up.  I like it though.  My days at work go by really fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2779800430764939917?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2779800430764939917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-weve-been-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2779800430764939917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2779800430764939917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-weve-been-doing.html' title='What we&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4801033533714550523</id><published>2011-02-19T08:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:50:05.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So fun!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we all met at the park in Nederland after work.  Yes, I worked on a Friday.  I know, hard to believe.  The park has a big pond and ducks and playgrounds and slides.  And dirt.  All those fancy playgrounds, and Boo's favorite thing was the dirt of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4801033533714550523?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4801033533714550523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4801033533714550523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4801033533714550523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-fun.html' title='So fun!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5521732606983659363</id><published>2011-02-11T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:19:54.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>I guess it's normal at two years old to resist taking a nap.  But when you have so much fun that you pass out in your highchair, Mommy thinks it's really funny.  And I am home alone so there is no one to share in the funniness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched "Nanny McPhee Returns" last night.  It was such a good movie!  I really liked the first one.  The magic, the silliness, the crazy kids, crazy mom.  So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to the church Valentines Day Dinner.  They are having some fun activities for the kids too, so Boo will enjoy it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5521732606983659363?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5521732606983659363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/02/silly-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5521732606983659363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5521732606983659363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/02/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4456771582785451230</id><published>2011-02-05T13:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:17:01.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest Story</title><content type='html'>This week a young family in our church lost their 8 month old daughter.  I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I heard that she had a seizure and went to the hospital, and they couldn't save her.  My heart is broken for this family.  I can't imagine how a parent could carry on after such a loss.  They have older children that they have to care for.  There are no words to express this sadness.  Please pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4456771582785451230?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4456771582785451230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4456771582785451230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4456771582785451230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='Saddest Story'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6720154586343908951</id><published>2011-01-30T11:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T11:08:17.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday, and I have been planning on going back to work tomorrow.  But I'm a little nervous about getting back into the swing of things.  I am feeling ok, but if I move around too much, walk too much, or ride in the car too long, my tummy hurts.  It's not horrible, but I don't want something to come undone or too have too much pain.  And going back to work means long drives and a long time to sit in a chair.  At home I am doing light housework and moving around, but if I get tired I can lay down for a minute.  Can't do that at work.  But... I don't get sick time, and I used all my vacation at Christmas.  Yikes... I may stay home tomorrow and go in Tuesday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo is doing ok potty learning.  One day he uses the potty a lot and the next day he does not.  This morning he pooped his pants and said "I need to tee tee potty!"  Too late...  At least he is making the connection.  Nathan bought him some Cars movie pull-ups and he loves them.  I don't think he is going to want to wear any other diapers.  And he gets upset when you take the diaper off and throw it away.  Silly boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6720154586343908951?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6720154586343908951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6720154586343908951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6720154586343908951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-to-do.html' title='What to do...'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-8171942800421252265</id><published>2011-01-27T11:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:07:25.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to normal</title><content type='html'>I am feeling much better and getting strength back and getting back to normal. I feel yucky when I first wake up for a little while and then  feel better after I move around.  I am glad I kept Boo home with me even though there were a few rough moments here and there.  I am visiting some family today and taking Boo to the allergy and asthma dr later, so I will probably be tired, but I will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a couple of showings of the house.  None were too serious, but it's good to have interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-8171942800421252265?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8171942800421252265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-back-to-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8171942800421252265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8171942800421252265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-back-to-normal.html' title='Getting back to normal'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3054893730112139485</id><published>2011-01-24T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:27:48.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCs and 123s</title><content type='html'>Chesley can count to ten!!  Well... sort of.  He hears counting a lot and really tries.  Last night he pretty much got it!  We all clapped and laughed and had a good time with it.  Then we sang our ABCs and he chimes in "A...E...G...LMNOP...TU..W..YAY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a gross note.. pottytraining is so gross.  The potty we have downstairs is horrible.  Everytime he pees, it goes all over the floor.  Then I didn't get a diaper on quick enough and he pooped on the floor in the kitchen!!  Yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better today, but still hurting.  I really wanted to keep him home with me.  I know it's probably not the smartest idea, but I can't help it.  I'm trying not to take pain meds and feeling ok.  He is calmed down now and watching Elmo.  He has been sleeping all night!!  Finally!!  So that is very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3054893730112139485?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3054893730112139485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/abcs-and-123s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3054893730112139485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3054893730112139485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/abcs-and-123s.html' title='ABCs and 123s'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5277886855720596394</id><published>2011-01-23T08:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T08:58:32.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home</title><content type='html'>Surgery is not fun.  I was feeling a lot of pain after surgery, so the doctor admitted me to the hospital for the night.  With some good medicine, I was feeling better and resting.  Then later, I could not pee!  They used a cathetar.  Then later still, they had to cathetar again, and again...  3 pm the next day, I finally peed.  They were not going to let me go home till I could pee.  I was also throwing up a lot after surgery from the meds.  I got home at 5 pm yesterday and slept well.  I was so happy to see my little Boo and to sleep in my own bed.  I will try to rest today and let Nathan take care of Boo.  Nathan's parents and my mom kept Boo yesterday and last night.  So we are very grateful to have help so I can rest and get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5277886855720596394?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5277886855720596394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5277886855720596394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5277886855720596394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2975916607516979742</id><published>2011-01-20T19:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:24:17.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>I am having surgery tomorrow to remove my gallbladder, not anything major, but still surgery.  A little scary.  I have been having off and on upper abdonimal pain.  I've had all kinds of tests done and finally we got an answer on what was the problem.  I'm trying not to worry too much about how long I'll have to stay home and how long I will feel bad.  I'm hoping that it will be a quick recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2975916607516979742?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2975916607516979742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2975916607516979742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2975916607516979742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3819922874814166171</id><published>2011-01-16T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:52:19.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TTOg0N3CQxI/AAAAAAAAGNw/sy28tJMPB1A/s1600/P1095552.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TTOg0N3CQxI/AAAAAAAAGNw/sy28tJMPB1A/s400/P1095552.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TTOg0J22HOI/AAAAAAAAGN4/AGczKc_80Tc/s1600/P1095547.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TTOg0J22HOI/AAAAAAAAGN4/AGczKc_80Tc/s400/P1095547.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TTOg0QRZ_lI/AAAAAAAAGOA/jt9S-Xi7nJM/s1600/P1095478.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TTOg0QRZ_lI/AAAAAAAAGOA/jt9S-Xi7nJM/s400/P1095478.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TTOg0ZPQ97I/AAAAAAAAGOI/UztFPDEJiEU/s1600/P1095493.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TTOg0ZPQ97I/AAAAAAAAGOI/UztFPDEJiEU/s400/P1095493.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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Nathan has been working a lot lately, and hopefully he will be home all weekend.  Boo definitely misses him and is happy when he does get to spend time with Daddy.  Last night, Boo was almost asleep and just couldn't turn off his thoughts and was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Play with Daddy.  Play cars, play choo choos, play Thomas, play airplane, play dump truck, color, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was so excited to play with Daddy today.  Nathan told me Boo was listing off his toys with him too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4437665403738038834?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4437665403738038834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/playing-with-toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4437665403738038834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4437665403738038834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/playing-with-toys.html' title='Playing with toys'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2719213263994558195</id><published>2011-01-09T10:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:19:11.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lil Boy!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my baby is two years old today! It is a nice rainy cold day.  Nathan is at work.  We are being lazy and hanging out at home till it's time for the party.  We are going to Bounce Zone where they have big bouncers and slides. We will have Elmo birthday cake and lots of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Kinsley's birthday party, also at Bounce Zone.  Boo loved it!  He got really cranky since he skipped his nap.  Let's hope he takes a nap today since we are supposed to go to Corben's birthday party at Chucky Cheeze's right after Boo's party!  Yesterday he was zombied out after Bounce Zone.  It should be a fun magical day for a little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2719213263994558195?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2719213263994558195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-lil-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2719213263994558195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2719213263994558195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-lil-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Lil Boy!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-8045634724802113178</id><published>2011-01-06T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:54:23.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy week</title><content type='html'>This week at work was so busy!  And Nathan has been working late... And I don't think I mentioned it, but Chesley broke my beloved prized Nook ereader a few weeks ago.  I bought another one, and it was acting up, so after two trips to Barnes &amp; Noble, I exchanged it.  Fun times.  And I bought some new Brighton charms for my bracelet that I've had for a while.  I just re-discovered it recently!  It makes me happy to look at my pretty sparkly shiny things!  And I bought Nathan a new bible for his birthday.  It is really nice with a leather cover, not too big, but the print is not too tiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-8045634724802113178?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8045634724802113178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8045634724802113178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8045634724802113178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-week.html' title='A busy week'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-461974787537977366</id><published>2011-01-02T16:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:10:25.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Surprise</title><content type='html'>Last night, my friends and family gave me a great semi-surprise birthday party!  What is a semi-surprise party you ask?  Well, I knew we were going to mom's for dinner with family, but I did not know that a few of my friends and Nathan's family would all be there.  My lovely bestest friend Tabatha was there!  We had great food and a great time.  It was also a celebration of Mamaw Celeste's 79th birthday.  What a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-461974787537977366?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/461974787537977366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-surprise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/461974787537977366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/461974787537977366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-surprise.html' title='A Great Surprise'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5724118266708547750</id><published>2011-01-01T10:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:51:13.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Today finds me beginning a new year and being a year older!  I can't believe I am 30 years old!  Of course after chasing Chesley around, I have felt old for a while, but today is proof.  Just kidding.  I feel so much happier being 30 than when I turned 20.  I know who I am.  I am comfortable in my own skin.  I have everything I could ever want, a family, a good job, a nice house, car, the whole package.  Of course everyday is not perfect, but I am blessed!  So come on 30, I'm ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5724118266708547750?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5724118266708547750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5724118266708547750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5724118266708547750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7647078119071285028</id><published>2010-12-31T09:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:59:26.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a Good Year</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of 2010, and what a year it has been!  I have been putting together my blog book and reading through all of the memories and seeing all of the pictures throughout the year.  How much my little baby is growing into a big boy!  He has learned to walk, to talk, to laugh, to have so much fun.  I have learned more patience than I ever thought possible.  I grant that to the grace of God!  I hope I am being the best mother I can be.  I know that I am not perfect, but I strive to show my son how to act to others and how to grow up to be a nice boy.  I can't wait to see what next year brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7647078119071285028?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7647078119071285028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7647078119071285028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7647078119071285028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='End of a Good Year'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4593218835105364517</id><published>2010-12-28T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:07:00.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're special Chesley</title><content type='html'>That's what we tell him when he is being especially silly or especially bad! I can't believe how much someone not quite two years old can speak and understand, but then he can still have a major tamtrum when I won't let him have a piece of candy at bedtime or when I want to change his diaper.  He just has no self control over his emotions.  Let's hope it comes with time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really enjoying his toys he got for Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing is the trains.  He will insist that me or Nathan "play choo-choo" with him.  Then he gets mad when we touch any of the trains!  Right now he is in time out for hitting me with a train.  He got mad at me for telling him not to throw the trains across the roon.  He is screaming "MOMMA!!  HOLD YOU!"  This afternoon is not looking pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He repeats everything we say.  When he gabbers, I'll say, "What are you talking about?"  And then he repeats, "What are you talking about Momma?"  It is so funny!  And this is cute too.&lt;br /&gt;"Chesley, tell me about your birthday."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm having a birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you gonna be?"&lt;br /&gt;"2!"&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, he'll take it a step further.&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of cake are you gonna have?"&lt;br /&gt;"EMO!" (Elmo)&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes he'll show you a random number of fingers trying to imitate us doing two fingers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe how smart he is.  I guess the badness just came along with the smartness.  Oh well.  He is special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4593218835105364517?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4593218835105364517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/youre-special-chesley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4593218835105364517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4593218835105364517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/youre-special-chesley.html' title='You&apos;re special Chesley'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-858919556971099565</id><published>2010-12-25T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:56:10.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TRaElo1EyzI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/1kVSMqmQUvs/s1600/P1015217%2Bcopy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TRaElo1EyzI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/1kVSMqmQUvs/s400/P1015217%2Bcopy.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TRaEmEvKA5I/AAAAAAAAGGY/DfLpC7xlHSo/s1600/P1015319.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TRaEmEvKA5I/AAAAAAAAGGY/DfLpC7xlHSo/s400/P1015319.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TRaEmKhwzLI/AAAAAAAAGGg/kbWJXAgdknM/s1600/P1015312.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TRaEmKhwzLI/AAAAAAAAGGg/kbWJXAgdknM/s400/P1015312.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-858919556971099565?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/858919556971099565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-christmas-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/858919556971099565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/858919556971099565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-christmas-fun.html' title='Some Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TRaElo1EyzI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/1kVSMqmQUvs/s72-c/P1015217%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3763904367744326484</id><published>2010-12-24T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:06:01.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Chirstmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to everybody!  I hope you are all enjoying the day with your friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3763904367744326484?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3763904367744326484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-chirstmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3763904367744326484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3763904367744326484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-chirstmas.html' title='Merry Chirstmas'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7371470916977857553</id><published>2010-12-16T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:18:59.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Jessica bring her son home!</title><content type='html'>My heart has been touched by Jessica's desire to adopt Daniel.  Please read more about her story at &lt;a href="http://jeremiah18-4.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jeremiah18-4.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Let's all follow along with her and encourage her on this journey.  She is a local mother with 4 children (one in heaven) that longs to bring home a special boy from across the world.  If you can, please donate using the chip-in widget on my blog or go to her blog and use the one there.  Every little bit counts towards bringing Daniel home.  You could make this a Christmas present to someone who already has everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7371470916977857553?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7371470916977857553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/help-jessica-bring-her-son-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7371470916977857553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7371470916977857553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/help-jessica-bring-her-son-home.html' title='Help Jessica bring her son home!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-8350486174302503920</id><published>2010-12-09T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:23:15.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At home</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today me and Boo stayed home.  I just have a yucky cold, but it sure does zap my energy away.  I know I will probably feel better later today, but right now I just want to stay home.  I don't get sick time for being off, but I'm sure we'll make things work out somehow.  Boo has been very clingy and lovey and nurses a lot lately.  Yesterday we watched movies and napped and nursed all day, like a newborn tiny baby.  I do wonder if he does that because I work or if he would be just the same if I stayed home every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a really rough time the other night.  I picked him up from school and he had been crying, not normal for him.  That should have been my red flag.  Then we went to Walmart.  He was cranky the whole time.  I held him and pushed the buggy and he cried most of the time.  Then when it was time to get in his carseat, he would not.  He screamed and cried, "Booby!!  I hold you Momma!!"  I held him for about 15 minutes, then tried again, same thing.  I spanked him and finally got him in his seat after 15 more minutes.  He screamed more.  We drove through the parking lot, then he started vomiting from crying and sreaming.  I wanted to have a nervous breakdown.  I had to stop and clean him up.  I was very close to calling someone to come and help me.  Maybe I should have.  But I cleaned him up, held him for a few minutes, then took 15 minutes of forcing him in the carseat.  Then we got home and Nathan had to clean up the mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-8350486174302503920?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8350486174302503920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8350486174302503920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8350486174302503920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-home.html' title='At home'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2518859658508427216</id><published>2010-11-25T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:48:59.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TO88N61HABI/AAAAAAAAF8w/UQQ_kAOJ-vQ/s1600/P1015008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TO88N61HABI/AAAAAAAAF8w/UQQ_kAOJ-vQ/s400/P1015008.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TO88OMPmmcI/AAAAAAAAF84/puiPb7sw9O0/s1600/P1015006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TO88OMPmmcI/AAAAAAAAF84/puiPb7sw9O0/s400/P1015006.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TO88ORcvGbI/AAAAAAAAF9A/WaiGxnCt1bA/s1600/P1015004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TO88ORcvGbI/AAAAAAAAF9A/WaiGxnCt1bA/s400/P1015004.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when Mommy is cooking and cleaning in the kitchen, and little boy is painting.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2518859658508427216?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2518859658508427216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-to-paint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2518859658508427216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2518859658508427216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-like-to-paint.html' title='I like to paint'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TO88N61HABI/AAAAAAAAF8w/UQQ_kAOJ-vQ/s72-c/P1015008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-1966135611597557778</id><published>2010-11-25T14:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:28:44.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to say Happy Thanksgiving.  We all have so much to be thankful for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-1966135611597557778?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/1966135611597557778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1966135611597557778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1966135611597557778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5326602596157660969</id><published>2010-11-23T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:29:25.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding on Airplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxqct4bBhI/AAAAAAAAF5o/Um5DMbBf5Dw/s1600/P1014880.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxqct4bBhI/AAAAAAAAF5o/Um5DMbBf5Dw/s400/P1014880.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxqcslyfzI/AAAAAAAAF5w/61XAaByY9Nw/s1600/P1014877.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxqcslyfzI/AAAAAAAAF5w/61XAaByY9Nw/s400/P1014877.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxqcwurz4I/AAAAAAAAF54/naF42kBwLMQ/s1600/P1014871.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxqcwurz4I/AAAAAAAAF54/naF42kBwLMQ/s400/P1014871.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a scenic flight around our area on Friday.  It was really amazing to see all of the familiar sights from a different view.  We flew to the beach, down the coast, down the river, over where we work and where we live.  Boo really enjoyed it too.  He was a little scared on take off, but the rest of the time he was fine.  He liked seeing the boats on the river most of all.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5326602596157660969?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5326602596157660969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/riding-on-airplanes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5326602596157660969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5326602596157660969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/riding-on-airplanes.html' title='Riding on Airplanes'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxqct4bBhI/AAAAAAAAF5o/Um5DMbBf5Dw/s72-c/P1014880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-17097083987149446</id><published>2010-11-23T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:22:56.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo60tWVmI/AAAAAAAAF4w/YJUDIVas5u0/s1600/P1014968.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo60tWVmI/AAAAAAAAF4w/YJUDIVas5u0/s400/P1014968.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo7GSCPTI/AAAAAAAAF44/CXJGhXkKfxo/s1600/P1014952.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo7GSCPTI/AAAAAAAAF44/CXJGhXkKfxo/s400/P1014952.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo7VPEOyI/AAAAAAAAF5A/G6BzqhrXWN8/s1600/P1014964.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo7VPEOyI/AAAAAAAAF5A/G6BzqhrXWN8/s400/P1014964.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo7_dQv1I/AAAAAAAAF5I/q0KX9huopGI/s1600/P1014889.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo7_dQv1I/AAAAAAAAF5I/q0KX9huopGI/s400/P1014889.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-17097083987149446?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/17097083987149446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-with-cousins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/17097083987149446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/17097083987149446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-with-cousins.html' title='Fun with the cousins'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TOxo60tWVmI/AAAAAAAAF4w/YJUDIVas5u0/s72-c/P1014968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7472250802514042789</id><published>2010-11-14T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T08:22:38.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Clean</title><content type='html'>Friday night, Nathan gave  Boo a bath while I cleaned the kitchen.  Then I went up to take a bath by myself.  We take a bath together sometimes, so when I got in the bathtub, Boo took off his shirt and kicked his leg over the tub and slid right in, shorts and diaper still on.  So of course I let him sit in my bath.  I guess a boy can't be too clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo is so fascinated with airplanes and helicopters.  We are thinking of taking a scenic flight around the area.  The local municipal airport has a service that is reasonable price.  I think he would really like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7472250802514042789?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7472250802514042789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/mr-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7472250802514042789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7472250802514042789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/mr-clean.html' title='Mr. Clean'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6367973402400762664</id><published>2010-11-03T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:30:02.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatterbox</title><content type='html'>Chesley has really turned into a chatterbox, talking all the time.  Most of the time he speaks clearly, but we do have those moments when he is really trying to tell me something that I can't understand.  He loves any type of vehicle/truck/moving object.  "I see airplane. I see helicopter. I see tractor. I see big truck."  On College Street there is a rental place for tractors.  Every day...  We live fairly close to a couple of small airports, so we see airplanes a lot.  We also live close to a hospital with a helicopter.  Or it's, "Wanna see Mya.  Wanna see Mimi.  Wanna see Toto." and on down the list.  It's fun to hear him learning to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6367973402400762664?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6367973402400762664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/chatterbox.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6367973402400762664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6367973402400762664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/chatterbox.html' title='Chatterbox'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6954891737173311740</id><published>2010-11-01T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:13:01.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all</title><content type='html'>I took a break from the internet, tv, and mostly the radio last week.  Our church asked us to have a media black-out.  Not because all media is evil, but just to take a break and concentrate on other family and God.  I didn't always understand why I couldn't watch one show or listen to the radio, but I did my best to follow the black-out.  I did find that I got more house work done and spent more time praying and reading my bible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun Halloween.  Chesley loved the kids in costumes and candy, of course.  It was so fun to watch him go up to kids in costumes and look at them, not quite understanding what they were.  He wasn't scared though, just curious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has not been sleeping well, and last night was really bad.  Maybe it was just the break from the routine, being away from home, too much fun, too much candy.  Hopefully tonight we'll get back into the norm and he'll do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for the title of this post, in TX we say "y'all" a lot.  And Chesley said it for the first time last night when we were saying goodbye to Nathan's family.  I said, "Bye y'all" and Chesley said "Bye y'all".  It was so cute.  My little TX boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6954891737173311740?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6954891737173311740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6954891737173311740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6954891737173311740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4439139434547758857</id><published>2010-10-23T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:15:20.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House is for sale</title><content type='html'>Our house is officially listed on the market as of Wednesday.  I am hopefull that we get some interest, but I haven't gotten any calls yet.  I know that we are trying to do what we think is right for our family, to simplify our lives and reduce debt.  But if we can't sell the house, then the best thing to do would be to stay in the house.  Either way, we will be happy.  So for now, we wait and keep the house as clean as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4439139434547758857?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4439139434547758857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/house-is-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4439139434547758857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4439139434547758857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/house-is-for-sale.html' title='House is for sale'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-8104217235779475771</id><published>2010-10-22T19:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:42:17.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qa'/><title type='text'>What do you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TMIvMozw72I/AAAAAAAAF08/AJRrpo4Df68/s1600/P1014831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TMIvMozw72I/AAAAAAAAF08/AJRrpo4Df68/s400/P1014831.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531035186523860834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are up at 6:30 am feeling crappy, you've already watched tv, eaten breakfast, drank your coffee, and wondering what to do?  Well, you paint!  Boo was feeling yucky the other day.  We tried to make the best of it.  This paint is from Crayola and comes in a tube.  It washes up easily and even from clothes.  Boo loves to paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-8104217235779475771?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8104217235779475771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8104217235779475771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8104217235779475771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do?'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TMIvMozw72I/AAAAAAAAF08/AJRrpo4Df68/s72-c/P1014831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-663551229633012139</id><published>2010-10-17T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:43:54.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chesley Language</title><content type='html'>Chesley says so many words!  And what I really love is when he has his own way of saying a word.  I try to use the real word so that he will learn the word correctly, but it's so cute.  So here is some Chesley language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toothbrush - beepuh&lt;br /&gt;dinosaur - beesuh&lt;br /&gt;blanket (for night night) - nigh nigh&lt;br /&gt;pacifier (paci) - poppy&lt;br /&gt;coffee (which he loves to have in his milk) - toppee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most words he actually says right though - shoes, shirt, pants, dog, cat.  But all dogs names are Tobey (mom's dog).  Big dogs, little dogs, stuffed dogs.  I might have mentioned that before, but it is so funny.  Especially with our two giant dogs.  He will talk to one, calling her Tobey, then the same to the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-663551229633012139?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/663551229633012139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/chesley-language.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/663551229633012139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/663551229633012139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/chesley-language.html' title='Chesley Language'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-1254661056774121758</id><published>2010-10-10T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:10:19.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>We have been so busy lately that I have fallen behind in blogging.  Boo has been up to so many new things lately.  He is really talking a lot, repeating, saying bigger words like "medicine" and putting words together, like "momma's coffee" "Chesley's coffee" "daddy's coffee".  Daddy has been working a lot lately due to some problems at the refinery.  Hopefully he will get to stay home today.  He has also been working hard on getting the landscaping finished so we can list the house on the real estate market.  We are so close!  I spent 4 hours Friday cleaning out closets and organizing the house.  It's still far from perfect, but I think it's good enough to list now.  As soon as Nathan finishes the front flower beds, maybe today, I will take the pictures and make the listing.  I'm still nervous about people coming in and out of our house, and I'm not sure how it will work out with actually living in the house and having a small child.  But we will take it one day at a time.  We are planning on using myopenhouserealty.com for a flat fee MLS listing.  I just can't see having to pay 6% to agents.  I hope we are doing the right thing.  We are going to do a lock box for buyer's agents to use, but if someone wants to come without an agent, one of us will have to leave work.  Sales in the price range we are going to be in seem kind of slow right now, but our house is unique and will be priced low for the amount of square footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big problem we are having right now... BITING HITTING!!!  Boo really doesn't understand why he can't always have his way.  I mean he really doesn't understand.  He just hits and bites whoever gets in his way.  He can't control himself.  I really hope and pray this eases off or he's going to get kicked out of daycare.  And nobody will want to play with him.  We have been spending a lot of time with the neighbors that have 6 kids, including 2 boys Chesley's age.  He is so mean to them!  He bit one of them yesterday.  I felt so horrible.  I try time out, but it doesn't seem to bother him.  I try to reserve spanking for when absolutely necessary, because if I hit him, he hits me...  So I feel at a loss for controlling my own child.  I know that this is a difficult age.  I'm sure we will survive.  I do try my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-1254661056774121758?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/1254661056774121758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1254661056774121758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1254661056774121758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-8680641253449001142</id><published>2010-10-03T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:51:26.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He looks so grown up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TKjszDMRmhI/AAAAAAAAFrw/JrTjRvCbPSg/s1600/P1014610.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TKjszDMRmhI/AAAAAAAAFrw/JrTjRvCbPSg/s400/P1014610.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TKjszMO8JDI/AAAAAAAAFr4/I33l08NOgWQ/s1600/P1014607.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TKjszMO8JDI/AAAAAAAAFr4/I33l08NOgWQ/s400/P1014607.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TKjszZjrrAI/AAAAAAAAFsA/bqM1jRslriM/s1600/P1014611.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TKjszZjrrAI/AAAAAAAAFsA/bqM1jRslriM/s400/P1014611.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe how grown up he looks in these pictures.  Now, of course, while we shot the pictures, he wasn't acting grown up, but he does look big!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-8680641253449001142?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8680641253449001142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-looks-so-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8680641253449001142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8680641253449001142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-looks-so-grown-up.html' title='He looks so grown up!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TKjszDMRmhI/AAAAAAAAFrw/JrTjRvCbPSg/s72-c/P1014610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6052520782127317220</id><published>2010-09-26T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T08:46:42.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Words to Say</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met an amazing woman.  I was playing outside with Chesley, with him wearing only a diaper.  He was playing in the dirt and water puddles.  We wandered over to the park.  A few minutes later, two women and a little boy came over.  Great, I'm thinking, my kid in only a diaper.  The older women, probably mid forties, asked me if Boo was a boy or girl, then how old he is.  Then she said, "my son would have been that age."  Oh, no.  Would have been?  He died shortly after his first birthday after a surgery.  He had Trisomy 21, she said.  He was born without a stomach, and in surgery they tried to recreate a stomach and esophagus, but made some mistakes that cost him his life.  After this, I wasn't sure what to say.  I asked her his name, and her eyes lit up when she told me "Carl Joseph" and described how he looked, red curly hair.  Then as we watched Chesley play, she told me a little more about Carl, and I asked a few questions about what he liked to do.  She told me he was very active and had just learned to sit up by himself around his birthday.  She was teary-eyed but happy to talk about her son.  She showed me some pictures and was very proud.  How blessed I am to have a happy (mostly) healthy child.  Every day with our children is truly a gift to be savored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6052520782127317220?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6052520782127317220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-words-to-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6052520782127317220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6052520782127317220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-words-to-say.html' title='The Right Words to Say'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7419860961483051537</id><published>2010-09-19T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T08:03:32.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No mama</title><content type='html'>These are Chesley's favorite words, as he is saying and screaming them right now and being mean.  I am really trying to teach him to be nice. He just doesn't understand why he can't get his way, and he will bite and hit to get what he wants.  Full temper tamtrums on the drop of a hat.  Oh me!  He is also talking much more than it seems like most his age are.  He likes to assign possessions, like, mama's shoes, daddy's shoes, Chesley's shoes.  He points to each of us, including himself and says our names.  He is very particular about what he wears.  Sometimes we go through the whole closet and he doesn't want to wear any of his shirts.  Right now he is wearing Spider Man pajamas.  His cough has been really bad still.  Last night, about an hour after falling asleep, he started coughing and really could not catch a breath.  He woke up and looked at me with complete panic in his eyes.  Finally he got a breath and eventually could breath normally for a little while.  So scary.  Ok gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7419860961483051537?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7419860961483051537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7419860961483051537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7419860961483051537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-mama.html' title='No mama'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7579115313247291185</id><published>2010-09-09T08:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T08:15:51.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>I am home this week.  We both took vacation to stay home and get some things done on the house.  For me, mostly just taking care of Boo and running some errands.  We are getting the house painted next week, for which we are excited and nervous.  It's really a necessity to get the house listed on the real estate market.  We can't afford to get the siding on the house refinished, $12,000.  So we are having it scraped where paint is peeling and just painted over.  It's killing us to know that we aren't doing what really needs to be done.  But we just don't have $12,000.  We really don't even have the $5,000 we are spending, but we have to do something here.  Nathan is working on replacing a back door.  Then we do some landscaping. Then we can list the house.  Another scary thought.  We are going to try to sell it ourselves.  We could pocket some money on the deal if we don't have to pay an agent $12,000-$15,000 (6% of total).  Or if no one wants to buy the house for our listed price, we have more room to negotiate on price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fun part.  Boo had a really rough day yesterday.  There were good moments, but he was really in a bad mood.  He wanted to nurse all day.  He fought me to not go to sleep.  He hit me, tried to bite me, screamed in my face a lot.  I really have a lot of patience.  I just don't know why such a hard day.  Right now I am up and the boys are sleeping.  I hope he has a better day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7579115313247291185?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7579115313247291185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7579115313247291185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7579115313247291185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4710605001239143689</id><published>2010-09-03T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:04:52.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TIGbL9OsWVI/AAAAAAAAFp0/vYORzcybFRI/s1600/P1014591.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TIGbL9OsWVI/AAAAAAAAFp0/vYORzcybFRI/s400/P1014591.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TIGbMU4MZSI/AAAAAAAAFp8/D0QCU4OZDXY/s1600/P1014585.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TIGbMU4MZSI/AAAAAAAAFp8/D0QCU4OZDXY/s400/P1014585.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TIGbMfo0WfI/AAAAAAAAFqE/7khiRrLO6k8/s1600/P1014534.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TIGbMfo0WfI/AAAAAAAAFqE/7khiRrLO6k8/s400/P1014534.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TIGbM9Nnt6I/AAAAAAAAFqM/ujPeGvNfJWI/s1600/P1014532.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TIGbM9Nnt6I/AAAAAAAAFqM/ujPeGvNfJWI/s400/P1014532.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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But I know it has to happen.  Boo has shown interest when we go potty.  And he wants to get on the big potty.  So I broke out the little potty he got at my baby shower.  And he loves sitting on it.  He has peed on it 3 times, which is great.  But he always wants to sit on it forever.  And he doesn't want to put his diaper back on.  So we will have to work on that.  And... he doesn't understand that his teetee has to stay in the potty, so he pees on the floor!  So let's hear any potty learning advice you've got.  At this point, we're just going to see how it goes and let him lead the way.  I'm not sure that he will understand to ask to go to the potty and not in his pants, but 3 times since last night is pretty good.  And for some reason, he doesn't pee in his diaper sometimes through the night or a nap.  So we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-526877106569987397?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/526877106569987397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/potty-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/526877106569987397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/526877106569987397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/potty-learning.html' title='Potty Learning'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-8802361148796580087</id><published>2010-08-28T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:10:18.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYwgNkDsI/AAAAAAAAFmU/dhKTAdqUL5A/s1600/P1014356.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYwgNkDsI/AAAAAAAAFmU/dhKTAdqUL5A/s400/P1014356.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYxCmgg0I/AAAAAAAAFmc/aS9729xd6KU/s1600/P1014363.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYxCmgg0I/AAAAAAAAFmc/aS9729xd6KU/s400/P1014363.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYxjAvf7I/AAAAAAAAFmk/t8IrOD-LQWc/s1600/P1014394.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYxjAvf7I/AAAAAAAAFmk/t8IrOD-LQWc/s400/P1014394.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYyDkHbLI/AAAAAAAAFms/WRvhidF7B7U/s1600/P1014396.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYyDkHbLI/AAAAAAAAFms/WRvhidF7B7U/s400/P1014396.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I never went back and fixed the post with these pics.  Well, here there are again.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-8802361148796580087?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/8802361148796580087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/daddy-and-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8802361148796580087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/8802361148796580087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/daddy-and-ice-cream.html' title='Daddy and ice cream'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/THkYwgNkDsI/AAAAAAAAFmU/dhKTAdqUL5A/s72-c/P1014356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-409515617045458584</id><published>2010-08-21T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:52:37.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy weekend</title><content type='html'>Whew.  This weekend is going to be way busier than normal for us.  Hopefully we can make it through without stress.  Today we drive one hour to Lake Charles, LA for a birthday party and to see family for the day.  Tomorrow, we go to Houston (2 hours) for a funeral.  Nathan's friend's mom passed away sadly from a battle with cancer.  And I worked yesterday to make up for Monday, so I'm not spending much time at home like normal.  But I think today will be fun, and I think it's good for Nathan to be with his friend and provide support during a hard time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-409515617045458584?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/409515617045458584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/409515617045458584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/409515617045458584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-weekend.html' title='A busy weekend'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3289488539130546947</id><published>2010-08-18T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:33:08.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicked out</title><content type='html'>Chesley got kicked out of daycare today with 3 times diarrehea.  I guess that is the limit for one day.  So I went and got him and took him home.  He seems ok to me, but now he can't go to daycare tomorrow.  My dad will be off to keep him, so that works out.  Nathan's truck is broken down.  Hopefully it won't be too hard to fix or too expensive.  Boo is crying now because Nathan went outside without him.  It's rainy.  Poor Boo.  Come see Momma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3289488539130546947?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3289488539130546947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/kicked-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3289488539130546947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3289488539130546947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/kicked-out.html' title='Kicked out'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5497745715010218391</id><published>2010-08-14T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:08:56.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Boo</title><content type='html'>Is sick again.  He coughed all night last night, like really all night long.  Barely got any rest.  Today he had moments of happiness and times of coughing and throwing up.  But I'll do whatever it takes for this little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5497745715010218391?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5497745715010218391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/poor-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5497745715010218391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5497745715010218391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/poor-boo.html' title='Poor Boo'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4191560326989618078</id><published>2010-08-09T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:21:20.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're happy</title><content type='html'>Chesley new favorite song, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're happy and you know it&lt;br /&gt;STOMP YOUR FEET!!&lt;br /&gt;If you're happy and you know it&lt;br /&gt;STOMP YOUR FEET!!&lt;br /&gt;If you're happy and you know it&lt;br /&gt;Then your face will surely show it.&lt;br /&gt;If you're happy and you know it&lt;br /&gt;STOMP YOUR FEET!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try do "clap your hands" and sometimes we do "shout HURRAY!" but his favorite is "STOMP YOUR FEET!"  He starts stomping one foot as soon as you start singing and stomps the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4191560326989618078?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4191560326989618078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-youre-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4191560326989618078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4191560326989618078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-youre-happy.html' title='If you&apos;re happy'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5462881312552857461</id><published>2010-08-06T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:50:42.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TFyDmNBlzWI/AAAAAAAAFl4/6Qpv-_ggWlY/s1600/P1014455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TFyDmNBlzWI/AAAAAAAAFl4/6Qpv-_ggWlY/s400/P1014455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502417537094503778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too funny not to post.  Here is Nathan trying to listen to music on the computer and hold Chesley.  Mya is close by at Mom and Dad's house, so princess crowns are to be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5462881312552857461?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5462881312552857461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/princess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5462881312552857461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5462881312552857461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/princess.html' title='The Princess'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TFyDmNBlzWI/AAAAAAAAFl4/6Qpv-_ggWlY/s72-c/P1014455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5371393657559340717</id><published>2010-08-04T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:34:15.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>Seems like depression and sadness are abounding in my blogs I read and in the lives of people I care about.  One of the sufferers has bravely admitted her sad dark feelings and is seeking help.  One of the sufferers attempted to end his life but was rescued and is recovering.  I hope and pray that anyone suffering in silence will reach out for help.  I have never suffered depression, so I can't understand what it feels like.  I have felt low many times in my life, but never so low to want to end my life or not be able to function.  I have suffered as a family member of someone with depression and a family problem with substance abuse.  So I know how that kind of pain and betrayal feels.  Please don't suffer in silence.  Be brave.  Step out and get help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5371393657559340717?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5371393657559340717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5371393657559340717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5371393657559340717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2356069352010573048</id><published>2010-08-02T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:26:55.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest words</title><content type='html'>I don't know that he really knows what he is saying, but it is still sweet to hear "I love you" from your child.  It sounds more like "I uh ee you ee" and it is usually followed by much hugging and kissing.  It makes it all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2356069352010573048?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2356069352010573048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweetest-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2356069352010573048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2356069352010573048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweetest-words.html' title='The sweetest words'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3741506060319578345</id><published>2010-07-29T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:40:40.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want more!</title><content type='html'>Chesley said his first sentence yesterday.  He was in the bathtub.  I turned off the water.  I say "you want more water?" and he signs "more water."  Then I say, "I want more!" and he said "I want more!"  Great first sentence huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3741506060319578345?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3741506060319578345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3741506060319578345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3741506060319578345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-more.html' title='I want more!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5459466346037341334</id><published>2010-07-28T08:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:42:45.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>Those of you who live in SE TX know that it was another rainy night last night, so no house showing.  Today is rainy too.  I know I should have more patience, but I was really hoping to find out one way or another what is going to happen.  I would like to go see some houses Friday and Saturday if we think we need to move.  Oh well, I know it will all work out somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5459466346037341334?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5459466346037341334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5459466346037341334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5459466346037341334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-9131833595033590806</id><published>2010-07-27T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:44:17.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is going on</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what is going on with our potential home buyers.  They didn't call after visiting for over a week. Then yesterday, they called and want to come by the house again when it's not raining, which is hard to predict.  They said yesterday that they wanted to come today, so of course I cleaned up the house, made the bed, all those things I normally don't do.  It's sunny right now, but it's been raining here almost every day this month, so who knows what is going to happen.  I would think that if they want to come over again that they must be pretty seriously interested.  They have surely drived by the house in nice weather and seen the yucky condition of the outside of the house.  No surprises really.  So I'm a little bit on the edge of my chair waiting for a phone call from them.  Then I'll still be on the edge waiting to see if they make us an offer.  Then the paperwork, finding another house.  All very exciting stuff!  We are keeping a close eye of houses on the market in our area still and know which ones we want to see if we get an offer on our house.  It's just hard to decide if we want another project house (one that needs remodeling) or one that is smaller but updated already.  We'll look at both and see how we feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-9131833595033590806?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/9131833595033590806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/9131833595033590806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/9131833595033590806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-going-on.html' title='What is going on'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-67493825713529856</id><published>2010-07-21T13:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:51:39.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A first time for everything</title><content type='html'>Boo said his first bad word last night.  It's Nathan's fault, of course.  I never say bad words... Well.. maybe every once in a while.  Nathan was looking at something on the computer and kept saying, "DAMN!!"  like "Wow!"  Chesley said "DAYY".  I told Nathan to stop saying bad words around him.  We'll see how well that works out.  Damn, not so bad.  Other bad words I really don't want to hear my baby say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-67493825713529856?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/67493825713529856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/67493825713529856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/67493825713529856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-time-for-everything.html' title='A first time for everything'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2091812501084220807</id><published>2010-07-18T15:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:18:28.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really like...</title><content type='html'>Fudgesicles, watching Daddy work on his truck, sharing fudgsicles with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:58908/fd7ea5272a5fae6aae88e2360b895d41/image/bcfae94ec181ecb0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:58908/fd7ea5272a5fae6aae88e2360b895d41/image/bcfae94ec181ecb0.jpg?size=400' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:58908/fd7ea5272a5fae6aae88e2360b895d41/image/b843d9512d708448.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:58908/fd7ea5272a5fae6aae88e2360b895d41/image/b843d9512d708448.jpg?size=400' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:58908/fd7ea5272a5fae6aae88e2360b895d41/image/a51110d7750c8d00.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:58908/fd7ea5272a5fae6aae88e2360b895d41/image/a51110d7750c8d00.jpg?size=400' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:58908/fd7ea5272a5fae6aae88e2360b895d41/image/4f8159019adc96b3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:58908/fd7ea5272a5fae6aae88e2360b895d41/image/4f8159019adc96b3.jpg?size=400' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2091812501084220807?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2091812501084220807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-really-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2091812501084220807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2091812501084220807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-really-like.html' title='I really like...'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3256767282267619444</id><published>2010-07-18T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:42:19.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><content type='html'>We had some visitors yesterday evening, the we might want to buy your house kind of visitors.  They had called Friday night while my phone sat in the car all night.  I called them back yesterday, and they came to see the house.  We did all the cleaning and picking up you can possibly do in 4 hours, and we got the house looking pretty good.  They were very nice and really seemed to be in awe of the house.  They asked us for our price, which was the same as what we said on the phone.  They would ask a few questions that led to them being serious, and then they asked some questions that made me think they weren't serious. Then they said they needed to discuss what they were going to do.  So it is definitely possible.  It was raining like crazy, so they didn't get to look at the outside and garage very much.  So they probably need to come back and see that. It was fun to hear about some history of the house and find out what the original floor plan was.  The guy lived here with his parents and they had renters upstairs, which is neat.  So we'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3256767282267619444?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3256767282267619444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/visitors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3256767282267619444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3256767282267619444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3083961696453922862</id><published>2010-07-16T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:11:53.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got flowers!</title><content type='html'>I walked in my office from a boring meeting on Tuesday and was surprised to see these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ7oQu8TI/AAAAAAAAFj8/aSGJ3QHGyww/s1600/P1014309.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ7oQu8TI/AAAAAAAAFj8/aSGJ3QHGyww/s400/P1014309.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ8DLazaI/AAAAAAAAFkE/TM2ADyQqg3E/s1600/P1014347.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ8DLazaI/AAAAAAAAFkE/TM2ADyQqg3E/s400/P1014347.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ8ns_HcI/AAAAAAAAFkM/SF0Z5ztkOOw/s1600/P1014351.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ8ns_HcI/AAAAAAAAFkM/SF0Z5ztkOOw/s400/P1014351.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ9E0OSRI/AAAAAAAAFkU/Sk9y7Iw4XOE/s1600/P1014316.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ9E0OSRI/AAAAAAAAFkU/Sk9y7Iw4XOE/s400/P1014316.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was getting something delivered, and I knew who it would be from.  But this was really special.  Remember the accident that I helped with about a month ago?  The girl's mom works at this floral shop and sent me these flowers to thank me.  Completely unnecessary, but very appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3083961696453922862?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3083961696453922862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-flowers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3083961696453922862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3083961696453922862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-flowers.html' title='I got flowers!'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TEBZ7oQu8TI/AAAAAAAAFj8/aSGJ3QHGyww/s72-c/P1014309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7921875256806225242</id><published>2010-07-15T08:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:02:58.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little man</title><content type='html'>Boo had his 18 month visit at the dr yesterday.  Funny that we were there last week with a very sick baby.  But he is doing much better.  He is only 22.5 lbs, 10% of boys his age, meaning that 90% of boys his age are bigger than him.  But he has consistently been small, but growing.  He has weeks when he eats tons, then weeks when he eats nothing.  Dr said it's ok as long as he does eat food and does grow.  His throat and ears looked good.  He is saying some words, I estimated 10-15 which the dr was impressed with.  Boo did the sign for more, which the dr was impressed with.  And Boo said "doctor"!  Impressive!  We have been practicing that one.  So of course I'm proud and think my child is a genious.  Dr said that we don't have to do breathing treatments right now since Boo is not tolering them well (aka a major fit) since the cough seems to have subsided.  I'll try to list Boo's words that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;br /&gt;Dada&lt;br /&gt;Mimi&lt;br /&gt;Pawpaw&lt;br /&gt;Mya (MY)&lt;br /&gt;Omar&lt;br /&gt;ball&lt;br /&gt;banana (nana)&lt;br /&gt;apple (ah-oh)&lt;br /&gt;shoe&lt;br /&gt;bath&lt;br /&gt;doctor&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;allright&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;PLEEZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is 18 if you count names and uh-oh and wow.  Probably a few more... Can't think of any.  And he doesn't say them all every day, more like whenever we come in contact with one of the items or people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not heard from the guy who was interested in our house.  I am not surprised I guess.  Maybe I'll hold out a sliver of hope through the weekend since I know he has a business.  So maybe we'll have to sell our house the hard way.  First Nathan has to get better.  He is still battling upset tummy since last week.  He went to the dr and got some antibiotics.  Dr thinks it is bacterial since it's not going away.  Hope that makes him feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7921875256806225242?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7921875256806225242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7921875256806225242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7921875256806225242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-man.html' title='Little man'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-1680346471134283530</id><published>2010-07-13T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:59:10.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be true?</title><content type='html'>We had an interesting visitor yesterday at our house. He left a note saying, "Your house is my childhood home.  If you ever want to sell, please call me."  Hmmm... As you all know, we would love to sell our house.  It would be especially nice to sell the house without having to really finish all of the work that needs to be done.  Just to knock some money off of the price and get out.  This guy is a contractor too, so he would probably rather do the work himself the way he wants it done.  So I gave him a call and chatted.  He was really nice!  He said that before we moved in, the previous owners had an estate sale, so him and his wife got to walk through the house.  His wife fell in love with the house.  They really want to see it again and are interested in buying it.  Of course I'm excited, but I'm realistic too.  But even if they don't buy it, it will be fun to learn more about the house, some history, and what changes were made in the house when he lived in it.  It will be fun to see his reaction to the parts of the house we changed for the better.  So they are supposed to call and find a time to come by.  If... they did buy it... it seems like all of my dreams would come true.  Sounds corney I know, but to pay off our debt, stay at home with Boo, live simpler, smaller.  It would be wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-1680346471134283530?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/1680346471134283530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-it-be-true.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1680346471134283530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1680346471134283530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/could-it-be-true.html' title='Could it be true?'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3869696995587857125</id><published>2010-07-08T09:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:25:43.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Sweet B</title><content type='html'>Last night our sweet cat B was killed by our neighbor's dog.  We had her for 6 years.  And I witnessed the cruel event.  We were in bed, and I was not quite asleep around 10 pm when I hear all kinds of dog barking outside.  Our dogs were upset about something.  I looked out the windows until I saw what was going on.  In the moonlight I could see a large dog tossing around a bright white small animal.  A few seconds later I realize it is my neighbor's German Shepherd killing my cat.  I woke Nathan to go out.  I called the neighbor to get his dog.  I had a tiny shred of hope it wasn't really her.  I knew she was dead.  I could see her laying in the grass, shining white, not moving.  The whole time I saw the dog throwing her around, she was limp.  Nathan made it out and put her away.  I knew it was her when I saw him crouch down and put his head down.  She wasn't torn up or bloody, so he probably killed her quickly.  But she didn't deserve that.  I know it's the way of animals, and our dogs would have done the same.  But I'm sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3869696995587857125?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3869696995587857125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/rip-sweet-b.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3869696995587857125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3869696995587857125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/rip-sweet-b.html' title='R.I.P Sweet B'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-1439484356713419719</id><published>2010-07-07T14:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:43:19.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is relief in sight?</title><content type='html'>Boo tested positive for strep throat yesterday.  I never knew strep throat could come with vomiting, but the dr says it does.  We also got some nausea medicine and breathing treatment machine and medicine.  I told the dr about the cough that won't go away.  Sounds like they are sort of treating him for asthma without officially diagnosing him with it.  I read up about asthma and it isn't always wheezing and shortness of breath.  Chronic cough and coughing fits are symptoms too, and Boo has a lot of that.  Sometimes when he gets mad, he coughs and can't breathe.  A little scary.  So we started the breathing treatments, and really, the timing of Boo enjoying cartoons is perfect.  He can watch tv and do his treatment.  For the most part, he sits still and holds the mask in front of him and breathes in the meds.  I'm sure some days will be better and some will be worse.  But I was surprised that he did well the first couple of times.  I really hope this helps him feel better, sleep better, and be happier.  He slept well last night except for one nasty cough attack that I really thought was going to turn into vomit, but it didn't.  He is with dad now, and I am at work... And I better get back to work.  Lots to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-1439484356713419719?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/1439484356713419719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-relief-in-sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1439484356713419719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1439484356713419719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-relief-in-sight.html' title='Is relief in sight?'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7349796221972937781</id><published>2010-07-06T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:06:58.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Icky Yuck</title><content type='html'>Poor Boo was throwing up last night, two times.  In our bed of course.  The first time he was coughing a lot, but the second time he was just sleeping.  Now he is kind of zombie-like, but seems ok.  He hasn't had a wet diaper since last night, so I will probably call the dr here shortly to see what they think I should do.  He drank a little breastmilk and a little pedialite and is keeping that down ok, so hopefully he will be ok without having to get iv fluids. Bathtime at 3:30 am is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just starting to actually watch tv.  Just all of a sudden he took a real interest.  We don't keep the tv on all the time, but I tried some cartoons and he sat on the floor and watched and rocked/danced and really liked it.  So today for our sick day we will probably watch too much tv and be lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7349796221972937781?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7349796221972937781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/icky-yuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7349796221972937781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7349796221972937781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/icky-yuck.html' title='Icky Yuck'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-4383042510253280430</id><published>2010-07-04T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:04:22.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing Momma's Shoes is Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TDEFXzP3whI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/vrhm_t3dy5c/s1600/P1014266.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TDEFXzP3whI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/vrhm_t3dy5c/s400/P1014266.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TDEFYRWDdlI/AAAAAAAAFjY/rncZfSaPQa0/s1600/P1014269.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TDEFYRWDdlI/AAAAAAAAFjY/rncZfSaPQa0/s400/P1014269.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TDEFYqlk95I/AAAAAAAAFjg/ZPblcAeFQuc/s1600/P1014272.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TDEFYqlk95I/AAAAAAAAFjg/ZPblcAeFQuc/s400/P1014272.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-4383042510253280430?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/4383042510253280430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/wearing-mommas-shoes-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4383042510253280430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/4383042510253280430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/wearing-mommas-shoes-is-fun.html' title='Wearing Momma&apos;s Shoes is Fun'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TDEFXzP3whI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/vrhm_t3dy5c/s72-c/P1014266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-1747735965050295449</id><published>2010-07-04T07:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:32:27.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family time</title><content type='html'>We had a good time at mom's yesterday with friends and family celebrating mom's 49th birthday.  The kids played, the food was eaten, the cake was yummy, and... the ants were biting Chesley.  Him and Mya were playing in the yard, and Mya just said, "ants are on Chesley" as if she were saying, "the grass is green" but I know she didn't understand.  It didn't take long for him to start crying and for me to run over and pick off ants and take his clothes off.  But it was too late for about 10 ant bites on one hand and 10 on one leg.  So we had fun overall minus the ants.  I got to hold little Morgan.  He is so precious and sweet and just grunts and looks at me and sleeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-1747735965050295449?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/1747735965050295449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1747735965050295449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1747735965050295449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-time.html' title='Family time'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6143504806444691929</id><published>2010-06-29T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:26:00.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a really fun time this weekend, actually getting out and about.  I've kept Chesley home a lot from being sick.  And really, he is always sick, but he seemed to be a little better and happier, so we went out.  We had fun at Tab's girls birthday party.  Then we went to church Sunday and spent time with my brother and his kids.  We even went to the splash park Sunday night.  Chesley loved it, but I'm not crazy about the major tantrum he threw when I was putting him into the car to go and the major tantrum he threw when it was time to go home.  It doesn't seem right to allow a child to act crazy and then do something fun.  If I didn't already have him all dressed in his swim outfit, I might have stayed home.  Plus I needed to drop off some books at the library too.  But we might just not go next time he acts like that.  Tomorrow is supposed to be red, white, and blue day at daycare.  And I'm sure all the kids will be dressed super cute.  We might just try and see what the closest thing to patriotic he has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6143504806444691929?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6143504806444691929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6143504806444691929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6143504806444691929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-weekend.html' title='A fun weekend'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-5776542737070108139</id><published>2010-06-25T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:16:03.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little red bikini</title><content type='html'>So I went all out there and bought a super cute super expensive red bikini today at the mall.  I first went to Old Navy and JC Penney trying to find a reasonable price suit.  I bought one last summer, but I've lost a lot of weight since then, and the last time I was this size was a few years ago.  I wanted something two piece, bikini style, not too skimpy, but not tankini either.  Everywhere I looked it was either too teenager triangle top or too old fashioned.  Of course Dillards had just what I was looking for at $50 for top and $50 for bottom.  Ughghghghgh.....  But it really is cute.  Does that make two feet of fabric worth $100?  I don't know, but I can't see myself wearing the other stuff I saw today, and with Chesley's short shopping attention span, I can't really shop all around town.  Would Nathan kill me?  Yes!  Are you going to tell him?  NOOOOOO!!!  LOL I guess I'm taking that chance here aren't I?  Well I didn't really buy much else, so I guess that should make it ok.  I did buy Chesley a second swim suit and matching swim shirt for $15 at Old Navy.  One good deal of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-5776542737070108139?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/5776542737070108139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-red-bikini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5776542737070108139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/5776542737070108139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-red-bikini.html' title='Little red bikini'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6125824846617758459</id><published>2010-06-23T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:25:42.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little owies</title><content type='html'>It seems that my child doesn't mind it when another child bites his arm.  When I went to pick him up at daycare, the worker informed me that he was bitten and showed me the slight mark on his arm.  She said that she saw another child biting his arm while he held out his arm and allowed the other child to bite him.  I couldn't help but laugh.  I guess it didn't hurt or he would have screamed or fought back.  Strange child!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was getting ready and Boo was two feet away from me when I noticed things got too quiet.  I turned around and he was standing in the bathtub playing with my razor.  This was the first time he has climbed into the bathtub.  And he didn't make any sound doing it.  And it didn't bother him that his fingers were cut and bleeding.  No major cuts though.  I can't really put a bandaid on him and put him in his carseat because he will eat it.  I guess I need to keep my razor up high where he can't get it.  I usually do, but I slipped up this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6125824846617758459?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6125824846617758459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-owies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6125824846617758459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6125824846617758459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-owies.html' title='Little owies'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-6991599345674991799</id><published>2010-06-22T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:32:49.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr update</title><content type='html'>Boo went to the ear nose and throat dr yesterday and got a very good report.  His tubes are in place in his ear and doing well.  His hearing is much improved, and he got custom earplugs, which are wonderful.  We were having a hard time with the earplugs I bought from Walmart.  He would NOT leave them alone.  He really doesn't even notice the custom earplugs, so we should actually be able to go swimming and go to the splash park.  Boo has not been feeling well still.  He is coughing a lot, so much that he threw up his dinner last night.  Then he took a bath and went to bed at 7:00.  I hope he starts feeling better soon.  He really has been sick constantly.  We may have to consider going back to a single person caregiver for him.  I really like the convenience and the price of daycare, but I just can't handle him being sick all the time.  And I do miss a lot of days of work with him being sick, so that really cancels out the convenience.  I just can't imagine leaving my child to be alone with someone that I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-6991599345674991799?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/6991599345674991799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/dr-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6991599345674991799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/6991599345674991799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/dr-update.html' title='Dr update'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-7428217149699820623</id><published>2010-06-20T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:26:34.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TB55ZWgZDlI/AAAAAAAAFfs/bBhkhqdgKVI/s1600/P1014221_edited-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TB55ZWgZDlI/AAAAAAAAFfs/bBhkhqdgKVI/s400/P1014221_edited-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TB55aMUikmI/AAAAAAAAFf4/s4bAMa3S5Ew/s1600/P1014238_edited-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TB55aMUikmI/AAAAAAAAFf4/s4bAMa3S5Ew/s400/P1014238_edited-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TB55cPCttrI/AAAAAAAAFgE/QHPcMvme5DA/s1600/P1014178_edited-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TB55cPCttrI/AAAAAAAAFgE/QHPcMvme5DA/s400/P1014178_edited-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-7428217149699820623?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/7428217149699820623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-morgan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7428217149699820623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/7428217149699820623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-morgan.html' title='More Morgan'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TB55ZWgZDlI/AAAAAAAAFfs/bBhkhqdgKVI/s72-c/P1014221_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3868803666904992380</id><published>2010-06-20T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T12:18:23.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two kids</title><content type='html'>Mya spent the night last night.  Things get a little crazy sometimes with Mya and Boo together.  They love each other so much but also drive each other absolutely crazy crazy.  And me a little crazy too.  Mya got a big girl haircut last night that is super cute.  I think I was crazy for bringing the two of them to the mall with no stroller.  Then we get home and they fight over every single toy!  Screaming, tears, spanks, time outs!  Repeat!  Same thing this morning again.  I was at my wit's end.  Boo was so cranky this morning I didn't even want to attempt to bring him to church, so Nathan and Mya went to church and me and Boo came to Mom's for him to take a nap.  Hopefully when he wakes up they can play nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3868803666904992380?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3868803666904992380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3868803666904992380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3868803666904992380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-kids.html' title='Two kids'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-700047556637058601</id><published>2010-06-19T08:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T08:54:17.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More words</title><content type='html'>This morning Chesley said&lt;br /&gt;Ear&lt;br /&gt;nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot that he sometimes says&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Wow (oo-wah-oo!!)&lt;br /&gt;more (moh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so tired and cranky last night!  He is still not feeling great.  Today he seems much happier though.  We are going to see Uncie Micah and Aunt Polly and Mya (Boo says MY) and Morgan today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-700047556637058601?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/700047556637058601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/700047556637058601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/700047556637058601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-words.html' title='More words'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-3278416558493623628</id><published>2010-06-18T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:13:41.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo does</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated what Boo is doing new these days.  He is saying some more words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;Pleeeeeze&lt;br /&gt;Practicing everybody's names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sign language!&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to jump, but it is really just bouncing, very cute.  He spins in circles till he gets dizzy and falls.  He likes playing in the toilet.  Ewwwww!  We went to the library for the first time this week and he really liked that.  For anyone out there wondering, yes, he still nurses.  It's so much of a comfort to him.  It would be very hard to stop now.  If we sit around in the house he wants to be attached to the breast 24/7.  He is understanding a lot more language and basic things that go on in the house.  If I say, "Let's go change your diaper" he gets a diaper, wipes, goes to lay down in the bathroom where we change diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not doing well wearing the ear plugs.  He just wants to play with them and takes them out after 2 seconds.  We are going to get the custom ones at the dr office Monday to see if that is any better.  So I do my best to give him a quick bath and not get water in his ears.  I really want to take him to the splash park in town, but I guess I should not until he learns to wear his ear plugs.  He really has fun there.  He will NOT take antibiotics that he is supposed to take.  And now so much got wasted that we ran out.  We'll just see what the dr says Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-3278416558493623628?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/3278416558493623628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/boo-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3278416558493623628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/3278416558493623628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/boo-does.html' title='Boo does'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2172228100054648809</id><published>2010-06-13T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:35:14.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sick baby</title><content type='html'>It seems like Chesley is always sick.  I try to keep him home a lot, but we have to go places sometimes.  Mya and Omar spent the night with us Friday night, and we went to the hospital yesterday to take them to see Paulina.  There was a baby shower in the hospital room since her baby shower was supposed to be yesterday at church.  Morgan came about 2 weeks early.  So a lot of people were there, coming and going.  We were eating cake and visiting and PUKE everywhere.  I felt so horrible.  Visiting a new baby in the hospital and my kid pukes.  And I feel horrible for Chesley for always being sick.  He is coughing, gagging, running fever, crying, up all night.  My poor baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2172228100054648809?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2172228100054648809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2172228100054648809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2172228100054648809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick-baby.html' title='A sick baby'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-2431104511553778085</id><published>2010-06-12T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:51:49.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Chesley</title><content type='html'>Chesley got tubes in his ears and adnoids removed on Thursday. Yesterday got a little busy with Morgan's birth, and I didn't get a chance to blog.  But Chesley is doing fine.  He is still not sleeping well and is congested and snotty.  But he doesn't seem to be in any pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-2431104511553778085?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/2431104511553778085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-on-chesley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2431104511553778085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/2431104511553778085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-on-chesley.html' title='Update on Chesley'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-1907282539180626989</id><published>2010-06-12T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:49:19.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest member of the family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TBOQXMjuRdI/AAAAAAAAFX8/_LjuFoTI4Oo/s1600/P1014114_edited-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TBOQXMjuRdI/AAAAAAAAFX8/_LjuFoTI4Oo/s400/P1014114_edited-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TBOQXr4azPI/AAAAAAAAFYE/u5Z2CxeesZQ/s1600/P1014138_edited-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TBOQXr4azPI/AAAAAAAAFYE/u5Z2CxeesZQ/s400/P1014138_edited-1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Mr. Morgan James, born June 11, 2010 around 12:30 pm weighin 6 lb. 11 oz, 19.5 in and super cute with soft feathery brown hair.  He likes to be held and rocked and cuddled and loved.  Mya and Omar stayed with us last night and will stay again tonight I'm sure.  Paulina is doing well.  She didn't have any trouble with labor or delivery.  She is tired and feeling not 100%, but we're all so happy so is doing well.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-1907282539180626989?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/1907282539180626989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/newest-member-of-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1907282539180626989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/1907282539180626989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/newest-member-of-family.html' title='The newest member of the family'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/TBOQXMjuRdI/AAAAAAAAFX8/_LjuFoTI4Oo/s72-c/P1014114_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-716227144542959721</id><published>2010-06-06T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:45:35.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yucky Yuck</title><content type='html'>I'm sure every mother has had some crazy moments here and there.  I had one today.  We were grocery shopping, everything normal, Boo happy, eating some snacks, riding along buying some stuff, then "BLEH" puke everywhere.  So gross.  We headed to the bathroom, took a bath in the sink, went to the checkout wearing only a diaper, bought what we had in the cart (minus puked on stuff that went to the garbage), and went home.  Of course this was the only time ever I went to the store without a diaper bag with full baby gear.  Of course.  But we made it home and we survived.  Now he seems fine.  Hopefully it's not a stomach virus or major food poisoning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-716227144542959721?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/716227144542959721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-yucky-yuck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/716227144542959721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/716227144542959721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-yucky-yuck.html' title='Oh Yucky Yuck'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030003389862610782.post-451375343186200524</id><published>2010-06-04T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:31:08.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's Hero</title><content type='html'>Today I was somebody's hero, a 17 year old girl in particular, we'll call her K.  I think what I did, anyone should have done.  I left work at 2 pm and was on the way to daycare to get Boo.  I went going over an overpass when I saw some craziness going on in the highway.  A SUV was spinning out of control all over the road.  I slowed and pulled over and stopped so I wouldn't hit the SUV.  A million aluminum cans were flying all over the place.  I saw the 17 year old girl sitting in the driver's seat in her SUV, looking upset, still in the highway.  I got out of the car and realized she was frozen.  I stopped traffic and opened her car door to ask if she was ok.  She said she was ok.  I asked her if she could drive her car to the side of the road.  She said no.  She was very shaken up.  She had ran into the concrete median with the front of her car on one of the spins and ran into the back of her car with another spin.  I asked her to get in the passenger seat so I could get us out of the highway.  I checked out the tires, no problems there, no smoke anywhere, so I drove the SUV to the shoulder of the road.  Cars started going again.  I then saw what happened.  A man driving a truck was carrying bags of cans.  The cans flew out and hit another truck. That truck hit hard and had to stop suddenly.  So K hit her brakes and spun out of control.  The look on her face when I opened the door really hit me. She was so scared.  She was so relieved that I stepped in to take care of things.  I told her everything would be ok.  The car would be fixed.  She wouldn't have to pay for it.  She didn't do anything wrong.  I told her I would stay till the police came and her mother came.  The man with the cans came and apologized, and I asked him to call the police.  The man in the other truck came and talked to us.  Everybody was ok.  The police came and the  man with the cans got a ticket.  K's mom came, and then we all left.  Kind of crazy.  I don't know what would have happened if I wouldn't have stepped in.  Would someone else have done exactly what I did?  Would no one have stopped and K sat in her car and got hit by another car?  We were on the down side of an overpass where cars coming over may not see us.  We don't know what would have happened.  I'm just glad everything turned out allright, and everybody got to go home safe.  I did get K's phone number.  Maybe I'll call her tomorrow and see if she is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030003389862610782-451375343186200524?l=everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/feeds/451375343186200524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/somebodys-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/451375343186200524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030003389862610782/posts/default/451375343186200524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangeshollie.blogspot.com/2010/06/somebodys-hero.html' title='Somebody&apos;s Hero'/><author><name>Hollie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16033760652598751809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LFvAarfx9U/SZCPALRoG9I/AAAAAAAAA9c/DuS8EM6D-zk/S220/P1300128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
