<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800</id><updated>2009-11-01T17:05:44.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Hills</title><subtitle type='html'>Home to Jeff, Carrie, Nana, Mr. Man, and Little Bubbers.   A blog where knowing a Hill makes you part of the family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-8233349005433258100</id><published>2009-10-19T12:25:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:36:37.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All three Hills go to School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhlXkMVvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OB87t3C4yXM/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhlXkMVvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OB87t3C4yXM/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394364117036062450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors&lt;br /&gt;into windows.  ~Sydney J. Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyYvHu8XOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BzyQyGiYFGs/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+022-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyYvHu8XOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BzyQyGiYFGs/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+022-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394354388980227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;September 8th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids were excited to start a new year!  Just looking at them in their big backpacks made me smile!  They were so excited to start going to their new schools.  Big smiles, new clothes, new school, new teachers, new friends to make and a new home to come back to at the end of the day-it was the first day of a pretty exciting new year for them and Jeff and I.  I can't believe that they are all old enough to go to school from 3 hours to full-days away from me.  They are growing up so fast and I wouldn't trade being a part of moments like this for the world.  They are my world-when they smile so do I.   I am thrilled that I have the privelage of seeing them as they experience the world, and being the one they're excited to talk to about it at the end of the day-at least for a little while longer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Man's Kindergarten Teachers-Mrs. Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;and Mrs. Edwards the teachers aide.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyYtMhIAUI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KcwNQSn1yc0/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StydyzaEMvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PpcplJiAViw/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StydyzaEMvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PpcplJiAViw/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+009-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359949801566962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;I am always ready to learn although I do not&lt;br /&gt;always like being taught.  ~Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mrs. Bobnock's classroom, where Nana spent the first two weeks reviewing 2nd grade materials, before moving up to Mrs. King's 3rd grade class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/Style6pLnNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ihjlafsItyA/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/Style6pLnNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ihjlafsItyA/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+006-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394368404239654098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;The best teachers teach from the heart, not&lt;br /&gt;from the book.  ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't know about this school thing dad!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Bubbers and Dad&lt;br /&gt;take a moment to reflect on the impending orientation day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside pre-school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StykhruACQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nwlreBfteM0/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+027-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StykhruACQI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nwlreBfteM0/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+027-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394367352261314818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhnoeL-yI/AAAAAAAAAew/cj7EZIvXKWU/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+029-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhnoeL-yI/AAAAAAAAAew/cj7EZIvXKWU/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+029-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394364155934014242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like father like son-Everything's Ducky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhoXYhRnI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NENfZkKSjFw/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+030-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhoXYhRnI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NENfZkKSjFw/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+030-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394364168526710386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud papa and son get ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inside and see what lies in store for our last pre-schooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;windows.  ~Sydney J. Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StynxU9sSGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Q_NTFFp0Jb8/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+031-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StynxU9sSGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Q_NTFFp0Jb8/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+031-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394370919565903970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally mama gets a photo-blurry or not I had to have&lt;br /&gt;one of my baby boy ready to start his first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;I have never let my schooling interfere with my&lt;br /&gt;education.  ~Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhmDXNplI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LHiO7c_4tqw/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhmDXNplI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LHiO7c_4tqw/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394364128792782418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Ferris looks in the frog tank to see the class macsot-the Frog!&lt;br /&gt;The preschool class are appropriately known as " frogs" around school-my own little frogger! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyqpWZFUlI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5GQJD9xN9lw/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+032-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyqpWZFUlI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5GQJD9xN9lw/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+032-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374081045156434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's a happy talent to know how to play."- Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/Styqr4_hq7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/jWtyN12ZlZc/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+039-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/Styqr4_hq7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/jWtyN12ZlZc/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+039-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374124692941746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyqrWUnNTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/EJSROZNUNkQ/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyqrWUnNTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/EJSROZNUNkQ/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374115386144050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyqqS0l-uI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rgYXg-emQHc/s1600-h/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+034-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyqqS0l-uI/AAAAAAAAAfg/rgYXg-emQHc/s320/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+034-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374097266670306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Sam- the 25 year old turtle- and didn't stop talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;about him for the entire week! Who says making friends is hard?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Education is not preparation for life;&lt;br /&gt;education is life itself.  ~John Dewey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Education is what remains after one has&lt;br /&gt;forgotten what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one has learned in school-Albert Einstien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Carrie/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-36.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-8233349005433258100?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/8233349005433258100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=8233349005433258100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/8233349005433258100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/8233349005433258100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/StyhlXkMVvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OB87t3C4yXM/s72-c/Fall2009-T-Ball-SftBall1stPreschl1stkindrgrtnOaklandElementary+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-326178593079090663</id><published>2008-09-14T23:46:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:56:34.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3bkLlb1iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yxP_Wy_INlQ/s1600-h/DSC_0090+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3bkLlb1iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yxP_Wy_INlQ/s320/DSC_0090+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246090555588072994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2008 Hill Portrait Picture Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bubbers Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years old&lt;br /&gt;39 inches tall&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Sweet boy!!!  He is our&lt;br /&gt;All American Little guy!&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky to have him in our little family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bubbers is definitely his own man.  Being the third&lt;br /&gt;child, he is a calm presence to our party of five.  He is&lt;br /&gt;content to play with cars and trucks all day!  He brings his cup&lt;br /&gt;to mom and dad whenever he wants "chocwate" milk, and he loves goldfish cwackers!  He has become fiercly independent&lt;br /&gt;of late.  So independent that he will move his bicycle (that he learned to ride this year!) back out from the garage where mom put it away, just so he can put it away himself.  He wants to do everything he can hmself-everything except going potty and eating.  The boy lives off of carbohydrates!  Anything with the word cracker or chocolate is within his realm of nutrition-but he has to be forced fed when it comes to real food (it's always fun in public to have to hold your kids down to feed them a piece of chicken! Poor Guy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3bGsR3sYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/95oXEmTG_Q0/s1600-h/DSC_0054+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3bGsR3sYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/95oXEmTG_Q0/s320/DSC_0054+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246090048968307074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At three years old-he is addicted to cars and trucks!  Anything that makes an engine noise or looks like it might move is immediately picked up and driven somewhere (usually into the wall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves his big brother and wants to do everything he does, so Mr. Man has a lot of company and a constant playmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's not playing Hot Wheels driver with his brother or the wall, he is doing puzzles, playing with action figures like Buzz Lightyear and Woody, or fixing his brothers transformers!  His favorite accessory is Woody's hat and he makes sure Woody has it before we go anywhere!  We get to spend a lot of time together as his siblings are both in school.  It's wonderful to see him grow into the sweet, independent little boy he's becoming-but no matter how big he gets-he will always be my snuggler-my "little bubbers".  (And he has the cutest voice ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some memorable quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!  I don't want to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, sure sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama-can I hab mowk?" (or "milk" in english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To finit and bwond!"  (to "infinity and beyond" from Toy Story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wuv woo Mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I hab chocwate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wan eat dat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I dwive?"  (When were getting ready to go on an errand, he just decided he was ready to take on the challenge of driving and asked the question so casually - it was hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I hope for him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he manintains his sweet boyish charm&lt;br /&gt;That he grows up with a desire to go on a mission and be obedient&lt;br /&gt;That he remains independant but still needs to talk to me about important stuff&lt;br /&gt;That he is confident&lt;br /&gt;That he smiles often&lt;br /&gt;That he keeps making us laugh&lt;br /&gt;That he keeps having fun&lt;br /&gt;That he finds a talent that he's passionate about&lt;br /&gt;That he's always friends with his brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;That he is kept safe and watched over by his guardian angel always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't raise heroes, you raise sons.  And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Walter M. Schirra, Sr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ins style="border: medium none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; display: inline-table; height: 600px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 160px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-326178593079090663?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/326178593079090663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=326178593079090663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/326178593079090663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/326178593079090663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2008/09/austins-gallery-what-sweet-boy-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3bkLlb1iI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yxP_Wy_INlQ/s72-c/DSC_0090+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-1689092998856775169</id><published>2008-09-14T22:06:00.029-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:58:50.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3E62SeRhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kza_BCAXjXk/s1600-h/DSC_0103+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3E62SeRhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kza_BCAXjXk/s320/DSC_0103+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246065656240948754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3ELoksCdI/AAAAAAAAAV0/w5oKks-m5Ck/s1600-h/DSC_0044+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3ELoksCdI/AAAAAAAAAV0/w5oKks-m5Ck/s320/DSC_0044+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246064845105400274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Man's Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 1/2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable."  ~Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have you ever seen a more handsome red-head in your life?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our redhead!&lt;span style=""&gt;  What can we say about our Mr. Man?  He is certainly one of a kind in every way!  He brings to our hearts joy and laughter.  For when he laughs, it comes from a place that only a truly innocent child can conjure up-it comes from a the belly and a genuine hearty sense of good humor.  And although it is difficult for others to make him laugh, he is quick to make others break into smile with his witty and intelligent sense of how his world works.  Over the last four years he has become such a caretaker of me when his Dad is at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is careful to not hurt me and careful to say kind things to make me feel loved.  He is so sensitive to the words and tone in which we speak to him, that when being disciplined, it is not the discipline that throws him into despair-but rather the way in which we impart that discipline upon him.  From a very soft and sweet heart, he shows me everyday some act of wanting to please me.  The simple act of picking a flower for my hair and taking the time to pay attention to detail by saying, "You look so pretty with that flower in your hair mom!" is the exact example of my wonderfully gifted oldest son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to describe the way a mothers' heart feels to have her sons near her, and for them to show only love, forgiveness, patience and a desire to protect and please their mother.  He brings to my heart a happiness and sense of pride that I could not imagine before I had a son.  To see his curious and determined eyes, make me remember why I chose to stay at home and be present in my children's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3EMQvWKrI/AAAAAAAAAWM/HcYLScLASNo/s1600-h/DSC_0045+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3EMQvWKrI/AAAAAAAAAWM/HcYLScLASNo/s320/DSC_0045+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246064855887522482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The list of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3EL15dxrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/t8RAUxvTY4A/s1600-h/DSC_0104+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3EL15dxrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/t8RAUxvTY4A/s320/DSC_0104+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246064848682206898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that Mr. Man can do is enormous and ever growing.&lt;br /&gt;From back flips and bike trips to writing his entire alphabet perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;he continues to amaze us everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a list of things that he likes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Noodle Soup&lt;br /&gt;Riding his Spiderman Scooter&lt;br /&gt;Riding his Bike without the training wheels and scaring the entire neighborhood by doing pop-wheelies off of their curbs&lt;br /&gt;Playing Baseball&lt;br /&gt;Playing Wii&lt;br /&gt;Doing flips and handstands at will and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Writing his letters&lt;br /&gt;Reading books about the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Swimming. diving, doing flips into the pool and generally giving the life guards a real worry while on duty&lt;br /&gt;Building houses with blocks (but houses that have driveways, bushes and doghouses)&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;Transformers&lt;br /&gt;Playing Race Cars with Austin (but only if he wins)&lt;br /&gt;Racing, running and generally being in perpetual movement&lt;br /&gt;Science Experiments&lt;br /&gt;Collecting Bugs for our habitat&lt;br /&gt;Giving Hugs (the best tight hugs in the world)&lt;br /&gt;Doing nice things for mommy&lt;br /&gt;Cooking&lt;br /&gt;Cool Shoes (ZStraps are the new favorite)&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Oma and Opa&lt;br /&gt;Generally teasing his older sister&lt;br /&gt;Jumping on the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least-anything with sugar in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3EMj0aggI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5b7Ol33RPqw/s1600-h/DSC_0141+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3EMj0aggI/AAAAAAAAAWU/5b7Ol33RPqw/s320/DSC_0141+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246064861009052162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some memorable quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finding out his friend was bleeding from a cut, and entering the room after her mother had cleaned her up, he said,"Oh! I missed all the good blood!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom-I want to get a new 'Bruela' please!"  which is funny to us because he hardly ever mispronounces words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When given a present from our neighbor while playing outside at 3:30 p.m., he was told he could open it later after he took a shower.  About five minutes later, when I realized he wasn't outside with us any more, he appeared-newly showered with pajamas on and said,"I took a shower mom.  Can I have my present now?"  (he is too quick for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting into the goody basket on top of the refrigerator, I walked into the kitchen and promptly told him to get off of the counter, when he interrupted me and said, "But mom-you looked hungry, so I got you a treat".  "I said,"Son. I am not hungry right now."  He said,"Then it's okay if I have it right?" (is anyone else thinking Bill Cosby in the cookie jar right now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When told it is dangerous to do back flips on the bed-he said,"You're right mom.  It is dangerous for you, so you shouldn't do it.  But I am smaller than you are, so I can fit on the bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When told to be careful at our first trip to the pool this year because I didn't think he could swim without a life jacket, he was in the water like a fish, before I could even finish my sentence-and has been swimming ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I hope for him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he grows up to be sensitive and strong&lt;br /&gt;That he takes care of his friends and family&lt;br /&gt;That he utilizes his drive for perfection to accomplish whatever dreams he has&lt;br /&gt;That he discovers who he is early in life and never forgets it&lt;br /&gt;That he uses his wit and charm to astound people in humor and academics&lt;br /&gt;That he know how deeply his parents love him, and how much of a fan his mother is at all of his games&lt;br /&gt;That he knows how amazing a person he is in the eyes of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These lists are just a few reasons that Mr. Man is one of a kind!  My little personal Opie in my very own, slightly twisted, Mayberry world.  He is our red head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; If a man has been his mother's undisputed darling he retains throughout life the triumphant feeling, the confidence in success, which not seldom brings actual success along with it.  ~Sigmund Freud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-1689092998856775169?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/1689092998856775169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=1689092998856775169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/1689092998856775169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/1689092998856775169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2008/09/jacksons-gallery-4-12-years-old-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SM3E62SeRhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/kza_BCAXjXk/s72-c/DSC_0103+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-7064792226360160122</id><published>2008-07-13T14:21:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:54:29.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nana's Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6 1/2 years old&lt;br /&gt;2nd grade Fall 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBLY8MWeQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/vOyWOu2HGM8/s1600-h/DSC_0037+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBLY8MWeQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/vOyWOu2HGM8/s320/DSC_0037+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242272858106132738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"A daughter is a mother's gender partner, her closest ally in the family confederacy, an extension of her self. And mothers are their daughters' role model, their biological and emotional road map, the arbiter of all t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;heir relationships." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Victoria Secunda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana's life as a 7 year old fills our family with smiles and happiness! She is developing a character and personality that is so diverse and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet she is grounded and strong in spirit, seemingly able to fight off the forces of an imaginary evil stepmother or witch, with a friendship spell from her pretend potion pots, that magically morphs evil into love!  I often wonder if spend enough time with her-do I know her like I should?  Do I know what her favorite color is this week, or what she thinks about when she is alone?  Do I know her facial expressions in the capacity that a mother should be able to read her daughter's face?  Does she know that she can come crying to me, without judgement, for any hard decision she is faced with, and any consequence of a decision she has already made?  Do I pay enough attention to the little things that make up the minutes of her life with me?  Do I give her enough credit when credit is due?  Do I listen to what she does not say?  Do I love her enough, that everyday she leaves our home without any doubt that she is safe here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions will only be answered in the years to come, when we sit down after she has her own children and talk frankly about how she remembers me!  Wow!  I have so much work to do in order for her to have the memory I want her to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year she has come into her own as a young citizen in this world, and as I look at her, I see the world as it should be-simple and innocent and filled with uncomplicated answers to problems that seem so difficult to the adult world that she lives in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, I have listed some of the things that make her so unique                                                         to us and qualities that remind me of what I need to work for in                                                         this world, to make the world of opportunity everything it can be                                                         for her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBP0MEOlgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XLv9PH4_XEw/s1600-h/DSC_0041+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBP0MEOlgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XLv9PH4_XEw/s320/DSC_0041+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242277724270007810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana's Developing list of amazing characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She loves reading science and cooking books&lt;br /&gt;-She loves doing science projects (volcanoes are her favorite!)&lt;br /&gt;-She loves history (George Washington at Mt. Vernon and Abraham Lincoln are her favorite so far)&lt;br /&gt;-She is a talented artist (pictures of me, flowers, fairies and self portraits are her niche so far)&lt;br /&gt;-She is a good example of sportsmanship, even stopping mid-soccer game to help a fallen player up&lt;br /&gt;-She is a good friend to those around her&lt;br /&gt;-She is is thoughtful and aware of the importance of service&lt;br /&gt;-She is aware of the world around her and is a forward and analytical thinker (i.e. after reading an article in the National Geographic together about child labor in India said,"Mom, children should not have to work all day without food and with their fingers bleeding!  If we stop buying things than maybe we could give our money to help them so they won't have to work.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She is a continuous fashion statement for the Nana School of Design (pink and brown checked skirts with a pink and turquoise flowered shirt, and her Great Grandmothers clip-on earrings and pearl necklace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBVD2Oh4sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zp4Y4MqlsS0/s1600-h/DSC_0042+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBVD2Oh4sI/AAAAAAAAAUw/zp4Y4MqlsS0/s320/DSC_0042+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242283490843681474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-She has a great imagination as demonstrated by her most recent book "The Crab and the Magic Hat"!&lt;br /&gt;-She loves her daddy&lt;br /&gt;-She loves writing songs and singing melodies&lt;br /&gt;-She loves Sushi and going out to eat with me and any friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;-Last but not least, she is an amazing attribute to the world and believes that she will be an astronaut, an author, an illustrator, a teacher, a vet. and a photographer-and I believe she will be all of those too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a light to her eyes that reminds me everyday of her inherent goodness and desire to make the choices that will bring her happiness.  I am truly blessed to have her sweet spirit in my life, and I hope I can retain her respect and friendship as we grow as mother and daughter on our path together.  I love her so much my heart hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours after these pictures were taken by our good friend Cherie Napoleon, Nana's two front teeth fell out!  The tooth fairy had hoped they would hang on until the pictures were over-some wishes do come true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some Memorable Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you ever like me to wear stripes with plaid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope Santa brings me the doll chair-since my brothers were so heavy that their big bottoms broke it when I tried to do their hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going on a date with Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe we're going to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!  I love that man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope they give me some pain medicine when I have a baby or there's no way I am ever doing that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you mom and dad for taking me to the movies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just love you so much and I am so glad you are here to feed me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fell off the bed lastnight-AGAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I have to do these words?  I am never going to use them!" (writing out her spelling words for school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I wish for her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she is always smart in her decisions&lt;br /&gt;I hope she always maintains the spirit&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she stays funny&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she stays innocent&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she continues to be thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she loves her life&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she loves her body&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she learns from he mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I hope we remain close&lt;br /&gt;I hope she has a best friend for most of her life&lt;br /&gt;I hope she falls in love&lt;br /&gt;I hope she marries her love&lt;br /&gt;I hope she knows how much we love her&lt;br /&gt;I hope she is happy and holds on to her dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;"A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-7064792226360160122?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/7064792226360160122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=7064792226360160122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/7064792226360160122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/7064792226360160122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2008/07/brianas-gallery-6-12-years-old-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBLY8MWeQI/AAAAAAAAAUg/vOyWOu2HGM8/s72-c/DSC_0037+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-7905439081516610836</id><published>2008-07-13T14:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:02:30.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBDmKbKd9I/AAAAAAAAATo/iHV1q_kyNX8/s1600-h/DSC_0037+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBDmKbKd9I/AAAAAAAAATo/iHV1q_kyNX8/s320/DSC_0037+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242264289171634130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBDnJCwDQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oT8eeVl013k/s1600-h/DSC_0044+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBDnJCwDQI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oT8eeVl013k/s320/DSC_0044+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242264305980673282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBDYNMoTsI/AAAAAAAAATg/vyAkcdAnDVM/s1600-h/DSC_0020+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBDYNMoTsI/AAAAAAAAATg/vyAkcdAnDVM/s320/DSC_0020+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242264049397812930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-7905439081516610836?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/7905439081516610836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=7905439081516610836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/7905439081516610836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/7905439081516610836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SMBDmKbKd9I/AAAAAAAAATo/iHV1q_kyNX8/s72-c/DSC_0037+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-250133120739185687</id><published>2008-07-13T11:45:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:05:44.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures that make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SIvs1fAAgSI/AAAAAAAAATI/fHJVNY7BI-g/s1600-h/Jackson4thBDay-Spring2008+036.JPGmohawk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SIvs1fAAgSI/AAAAAAAAATI/fHJVNY7BI-g/s320/Jackson4thBDay-Spring2008+036.JPGmohawk3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227532196092346658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHqqUOVnDBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jBsFLqVABXE/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+129+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHqqUOVnDBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jBsFLqVABXE/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+129+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673982312352786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHqqUnZP9pI/AAAAAAAAATA/CQ56lAtKQH4/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+124+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHqqUnZP9pI/AAAAAAAAATA/CQ56lAtKQH4/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+124+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673989038503570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SIvs1ztQouI/AAAAAAAAATY/4x3M8GQlpB8/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Jack1stDaySch%26Halloween%26TDay%261stSnow+094-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SIvs1ztQouI/AAAAAAAAATY/4x3M8GQlpB8/s320/Fall2007+-+Jack1stDaySch%26Halloween%26TDay%261stSnow+094-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227532201650856674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look at this face!!!  Is there a better feeling than to see your children smiling in a candid moment?  His smile warms my heart and makes me think of all the wonderful happiness there is in being an innocent soul-free of the troubles that come with growing older.  What a gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHqqS92Ny9I/AAAAAAAAASo/Ttu4LF5n50c/s1600-h/DSC_0181.JPG3.jpg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHqqS92Ny9I/AAAAAAAAASo/Ttu4LF5n50c/s320/DSC_0181.JPG3.jpg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673960705838034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and Austin were sharing a moment of father/son laughter and the camera just happened to pick it up-much to my pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHqqTe0uJPI/AAAAAAAAASw/rg9nO3B16GY/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+069+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHqqTe0uJPI/AAAAAAAAASw/rg9nO3B16GY/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+069+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222673969557939442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hello!  Gammy-how you?"  Just one of those cute phrases that he said on his 2nd Christmas morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SIvs1m_9S1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/fzc70JS14YQ/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Jack1stDaySch%26Halloween%26TDay%261stSnow+033-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SIvs1m_9S1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/fzc70JS14YQ/s320/Fall2007+-+Jack1stDaySch%26Halloween%26TDay%261stSnow+033-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227532198239619922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Jackson's Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpLiRKwR0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/jVO-GIxJSHc/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpLiRKwR0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/jVO-GIxJSHc/s320/DSC_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222569769985656642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this the cutest red-head you have ever seen or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpLivUnQnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UWH0krICdEE/s1600-h/DSC_0202-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpLivUnQnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UWH0krICdEE/s320/DSC_0202-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222569778080072306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Mr. Man!  We had such a great time at Water Country in Williamsburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooX8xgZII/AAAAAAAAANA/ju5z5fX4RnE/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+319-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooX8xgZII/AAAAAAAAANA/ju5z5fX4RnE/s320/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+319-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222531109805384834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First Day of Pre-School for Jackson was October 1st!  He had so much fun and looked so small compared to his backpack!  Here he is with his proud Papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooYdlvA1I/AAAAAAAAANI/Ruye3efpFJ8/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+320-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooYdlvA1I/AAAAAAAAANI/Ruye3efpFJ8/s320/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+320-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222531118614381394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is his Proud Mama thinking "What a good looking little guy I have!"  Apparently all of his highschool teachers at the pre-school program thought he was good-looking too-they all loved him and hugged him all the time!  (I think I'm in trouble for the next 12 years!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooYlVtIrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vByLJ9eshuU/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+323-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooYlVtIrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vByLJ9eshuU/s320/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+323-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222531120694633138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a stud eh!  Check out that smile-it says "I am here to be cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooY1DUx2I/AAAAAAAAANY/7SbdlrD1mvc/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+324-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooY1DUx2I/AAAAAAAAANY/7SbdlrD1mvc/s320/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+324-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222531124912506722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right for the toys-that's the best part of pre-school right!!!  He was so excited to be in school like his big sister Briana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooZWcL_ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/HxkA5GAk_i4/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Jack1stDaySch%26Halloween%26TDay%261stSnow+022-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHooZWcL_ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/HxkA5GAk_i4/s320/Fall2007+-+Jack1stDaySch%26Halloween%26TDay%261stSnow+022-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222531133875158418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween was pretty fun-he went trick or treating as a Power Ranger at school and played some games!  He didn't get to go trick-treating that night though-apparently mom let him too much candy earlier in the day because he was so sick that night.  He laid on the couch looking so sad and kind of green in the face!  Maybe this year will be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpLjOe2xEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/s9TUxWOhD-U/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpLjOe2xEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/s9TUxWOhD-U/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222569786444530754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa came to visit the Stone Bridge little Bull Dog Pre-School!  "I help my mom take out the trash!" was what he answered to Santa when asked what he had done to help around the house.&lt;br /&gt;He got a cool dinosaur in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpLkGM-qGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ETPPbh8ySTs/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+057-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpLkGM-qGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ETPPbh8ySTs/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+057-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222569801401935970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a pair!  The lights at the D.C. temple really put us in the Christmas spirit in 2007.  We saw the live nativity and Jackson loved looking at all the different trees in the visitors center.  Christmas is just magical for kids isn't it?  When you have children to make it magical for-it becomes even more memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpxq0DQrjI/AAAAAAAAARA/R5SEfEOITH8/s1600-h/Hill+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpxq0DQrjI/AAAAAAAAARA/R5SEfEOITH8/s320/Hill+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222611698230275634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpoTCNHLYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mCX0V_8oRfA/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Jack1stDaySch%26Halloween%26TDay%261stSnow+106-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpoTCNHLYI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mCX0V_8oRfA/s320/Fall2007+-+Jack1stDaySch%26Halloween%26TDay%261stSnow+106-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222601394108181890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three Hill kids on our doorstep for our very first snow of the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpoSvF8FNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/c_PWiw18Lvg/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+046+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpoSvF8FNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/c_PWiw18Lvg/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+046+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222601388977820882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Washington D.C. is so beautiful at Christmas!  This is a picture of the Capitol Building and the national Christmas Tree that Jeff took when we went down to sightsee last holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpxp6SMsuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oxFxlrYOcio/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+047+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpxp6SMsuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oxFxlrYOcio/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+047+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222611682723672802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another gorgeous picture of the D.C. temple at Christmas that Jeff took.  We go every year to enjoy the beautiful atmosphere and the holiday programs that go on at the visitor's Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpxqGfGjBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ervZ9ReJZXc/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+094+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpxqGfGjBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ervZ9ReJZXc/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+094+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222611685999021074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and I at Christmas!  10 Christmas holidays together and we're still looking happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpoSVlQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QvBJZMN7WKQ/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+042+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpoSVlQ8pI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/QvBJZMN7WKQ/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+042+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222601382129889938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the Hill's at the National Botanical Gardens for the electric train display that comes almost every year.  It is a favorite thing for us to do-it has all the magic of the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpoR4UYYCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4UsKUw802UI/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+021+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpoR4UYYCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4UsKUw802UI/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+021+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222601374274445346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Briana and Jackson drooling over the candy displays at the mall before their Christmas picture with Santa.  They looked like something out of a 40's movie-like Andy Rooney and Judy Garland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpxrJcr_PI/AAAAAAAAARI/2UsZSiqpLB0/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+115+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHpxrJcr_PI/AAAAAAAAARI/2UsZSiqpLB0/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+115+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222611703974067442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and Austin at the National Zoo for Austin's 2nd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3cnwFugI/AAAAAAAAARg/guj_Rnxzl7M/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+124+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3cnwFugI/AAAAAAAAARg/guj_Rnxzl7M/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+124+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222618051480238594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Austin just sharing a smile while looking at the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3cb_5kzI/AAAAAAAAARY/_Mc_dbTO6nY/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+121+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3cb_5kzI/AAAAAAAAARY/_Mc_dbTO6nY/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+121+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222618048325325618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All three kids looking at the Meerkats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3b6flADI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RZMSqAkJKEI/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+120+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3b6flADI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RZMSqAkJKEI/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+120+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222618039331389490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a Dad and his sons-what could be more special than seeing a father spending time with his kids?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3cy5IFFI/AAAAAAAAARo/sEFKNpY0edA/s1600-h/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+144+%282%29-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3cy5IFFI/AAAAAAAAARo/sEFKNpY0edA/s320/Chrstms2007-Austin2ndBDay+144+%282%29-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222618054470931538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Oma at Austin's birthday party.  We really know how to make a birthday hat look fashionable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp7HeLiwHI/AAAAAAAAASY/m4QX8OGUIdM/s1600-h/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+135-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp7HeLiwHI/AAAAAAAAASY/m4QX8OGUIdM/s320/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+135-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222622086180290674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp7Gzy666I/AAAAAAAAASI/uQMQeCszMdA/s1600-h/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+137-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp7Gzy666I/AAAAAAAAASI/uQMQeCszMdA/s320/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+137-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222622074802727842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter pictures are always fun, but these turned out really cute!  Grammy hill really knows how to dress her grandkids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp7GVjGn7I/AAAAAAAAASA/7NAPkW3Ouc8/s1600-h/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+145-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp7GVjGn7I/AAAAAAAAASA/7NAPkW3Ouc8/s320/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+145-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222622066683322290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson and mom just chillin' for a minute between the Easter meal at Oma's and Opa's house. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp7HJBNN6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-2ZsBc9PwAA/s1600-h/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+134-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp7HJBNN6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-2ZsBc9PwAA/s320/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+134-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222622080499791778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Costco for groceries and came out with these three kids.  They looked pretty helpless so I thought I better help them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3-yHxC1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Iye379bpHMc/s1600-h/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+062-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3-yHxC1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Iye379bpHMc/s320/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+062-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222618638379453266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3dY4ykcI/AAAAAAAAARw/-gAs5reOaq4/s1600-h/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHp3dY4ykcI/AAAAAAAAARw/-gAs5reOaq4/s320/Carrie%26BrianainOrlando-Easter08+059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222618064670069186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Briana and mom on the shoreline of the Sarasota Bridge in Florida earlier this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-250133120739185687?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/250133120739185687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=250133120739185687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/250133120739185687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/250133120739185687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-day-of-pre-school-for-jackson-was.html' title='Pictures that make me smile'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SIvs1fAAgSI/AAAAAAAAATI/fHJVNY7BI-g/s72-c/Jackson4thBDay-Spring2008+036.JPGmohawk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-637737659109313508</id><published>2008-07-07T13:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:37:48.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie Brings Project Moby to the News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHJZNijNkZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/da4IZQdWyXQ/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+298b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHJZNijNkZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/da4IZQdWyXQ/s200/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+298b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220333007223493010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to meet with moms who are living in residential facilities undergoing drug and alcohol treatment with their babies in tow in May.  This event took place at the Haven House in Denver, CO and was a wonderful experience for me and the women involved!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on the title above the photo to see the news story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Moby Wrap.com to enter your moby story for a chance to win the greatest Summer Gift Basket ever! (I put it together as the Public Relations Coordinator for the company-so I know what's in it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty amazing to see that all moms want to be good mothers-even if they don't know how to be.  It was really special to see how much one piece of cloth can do for a mother who has yet to connect with their baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we keep all mothers in our prayers as we all try to figure out how to mother with the skills we have-and let's all help one another raise our world's special spirits, who come so innocently into our lives and rely on the strength of our hearts to help grow into spectacular individuals with courage and confidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends who are doing the best you can do to raise your babies in a home that edifies and lifts them to be better than we are (or at least as cool!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-637737659109313508?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.9news.com/news/article.aspx?storyid=92742' title='Carrie Brings Project Moby to the News'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.9news.com/news/article.aspx?storyid=92742' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.mobywrap.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/637737659109313508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=637737659109313508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/637737659109313508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/637737659109313508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2008/07/carrie-brings-project-moby-to-news.html' title='Carrie Brings Project Moby to the News'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/SHJZNijNkZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/da4IZQdWyXQ/s72-c/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+298b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-176080236349403118</id><published>2008-02-03T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:37:48.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>On the Road Again . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/R6ZjNhsb8tI/AAAAAAAAALY/GXwX9NbCjHM/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+268-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/R6ZjNhsb8tI/AAAAAAAAALY/GXwX9NbCjHM/s320/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+268-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162923106861052626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Mountain Mama-Take Me Home"-John Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Welcome on our road trip to the Smokey Mountains!  definitely one of the most beautiful places in the USA.  These pictures were taken at the Appalachian Trail crossing at one of it's highest elevations.  It sure was beautiful to look out at one of the most famous places in our country's history.  We almost broke out our banjo and harmonica to play a little bluegrass with the local folks down in the valley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/R6Zjqxsb8uI/AAAAAAAAALg/KjVxFCVCseY/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+269-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/R6Zjqxsb8uI/AAAAAAAAALg/KjVxFCVCseY/s320/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+269-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162923609372226274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There was something very touching about being in a place that has seen so much history in such a short amount of time.  There was a feeling of peace and wonderment at knowing that the Smokey Mountains have seen such diverse people come through her trails.  To some extent the mountains still hold mysteries about the people that settled there; who were they, how were they able to know what to do to survive the seasons, what did they know about the outside world as they were secluded for many years at a time?  What is not a mystery is why they chose to settle in the Blue Ridge range-the scenes are breathtaking and serene.  It is little wonder they chose to shut out the world beyond the mountain valleys they had discovered for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/R6Zh_Rsb8rI/AAAAAAAAALI/ayqzA1J7d_w/s1600-h/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+261.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-176080236349403118?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/176080236349403118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=176080236349403118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/176080236349403118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/176080236349403118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again . . .'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/R6ZjNhsb8tI/AAAAAAAAALY/GXwX9NbCjHM/s72-c/Fall2007+-+Sep-Oct-SmokiesJack1stPreSchoolMobyShow+268-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-4820474837007101563</id><published>2007-11-02T13:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:17:09.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-4820474837007101563?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/4820474837007101563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=4820474837007101563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/4820474837007101563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/4820474837007101563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-4720307080005762040</id><published>2007-11-02T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:17:09.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-8799969274623903463</id><published>2007-10-31T16:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:37:49.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Falls National Forrest (like going hiking in a valley  out West-but still nice!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjlJNXxquI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qc2hDZ1SPQU/s1600-h/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjlJNXxquI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qc2hDZ1SPQU/s400/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127600122132277986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Look at my kids-Could they be any Cuter?! (Of course, I am totally unbiased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We spent one Saturday at Great Falls!  We hiked a little, stopped a lot and ate in between.  We had a lovely day and it was great to get out and see a little corner of our neck of the woods.  The kids had a great time looking at the waterfalls and pretending to be on a Mountain Adventure, jeff and I enjoyed the time outside of our house and Austin enjoyed the scene from the Moby Wrap on Mom's back!  The biggest excitement was the Helicopter that buzzed around the falls for about 20 minutes trying to help some stranded Kayakers!  That was the real highlight of the boys trip of course!  Allin all we had a great afternoon just hanging out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-8799969274623903463?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/8799969274623903463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=8799969274623903463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/8799969274623903463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/8799969274623903463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-falls-national-forrest-like-going.html' title='Great Falls National Forrest (like going hiking in a valley  out West-but still nice!)'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjlJNXxquI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qc2hDZ1SPQU/s72-c/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-7372227574295122053</id><published>2007-10-31T12:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:37:49.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Lawton Comes to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyioUNXxqqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/h9KqSyy3SSw/s1600-h/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyioUNXxqqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/h9KqSyy3SSw/s400/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127533240901544610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawton: "What are you doing tonight Sis?"&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Oh, I don't know, just probably hang out and catch up on some T.V."&lt;br /&gt;Lawton: "Well, do you want to pick me up at the Airport at 10:00 tonight instead?"&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: Silence&lt;br /&gt;Lawton: "Sis, are you there"&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: "Well, that depends on if you are actually going to be at the airport tonight at 10:00. Are you serious?"&lt;br /&gt;Lawton: Is your natural hair color something other than brunette?-Yes I'm going to be there.  Can you come get me?"&lt;br /&gt;Carrie:  Screams of happiness and joy.  "Yes!  I am so excited!!!  See you at 10:00-Rock on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Lawton's surprise visit to VA started out sounding-it pretty much continued in that format until he left!  The kids and I had such a good time hanging out with Uncle Lawton (even if it was only for a day and 1/2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to spontaneous family visits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-7372227574295122053?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/7372227574295122053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=7372227574295122053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/7372227574295122053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/7372227574295122053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/10/uncle-lawton-comes-to-town.html' title='Uncle Lawton Comes to Town'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyioUNXxqqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/h9KqSyy3SSw/s72-c/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-8909475405611441080</id><published>2007-10-31T11:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:17:09.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-8909475405611441080?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/8909475405611441080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=8909475405611441080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/8909475405611441080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/8909475405611441080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-3534104756651941875</id><published>2007-10-31T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:45:28.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills Celebrate their 3rd Annual Walk in A Rainstorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyifVNXxqnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9xfe8VrdW2Q/s1600-h/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyifVNXxqnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9xfe8VrdW2Q/s400/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127523362476763762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April 2004, mom and Nana spent some bonding time, spontaneously playing in the driveway during an unexpected rainstorm, while newborn Mr. Man slept soundly in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a memory that Nana still talks about, and for the last 3 years I have managed to accidentally get all of us Hills, caught in a spontaneous rain shower.  This particular shower was extremely drenching (especially because we walked about 1/2 mile in it before we got home)!  We had so much fun splashing and soaking each other, that I have decided to make playing in the rain a Hill family tradition!  I remember what a great time I had playing in the rain when I was little and how my mom would just look out the window and think we were crazy-but she never made us come inside. It could have been that she didn't want water all over her house, but I prefer to think it was because she too was a kid at heart and knew how much fun we were having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for any of you that want to join us in our tradition, in the spirit of innocence and childhood, just go outside in a spontaneous rainstorm and treasure the raindrops, while you enjoy the laughter you'll hear from your kids!  If you don't have kids, do it anyway-you will enjoy feeling uninhibited for a little while and you will already be in practice to do it when your children come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you write us and tell us all about it too!  Happy 3rd Annual Walk in a Rain Shower Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-3534104756651941875?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/3534104756651941875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=3534104756651941875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/3534104756651941875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/3534104756651941875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/10/hills-celebrate-their-3rd-annual-walk.html' title='The Hills Celebrate their 3rd Annual Walk in A Rainstorm'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyifVNXxqnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/9xfe8VrdW2Q/s72-c/Summer2007+-+Aug-Sep-GreatFallsUncleLawtonBsB-Day+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-7940150520462166842</id><published>2007-09-16T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:37:49.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Family-It's all the Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RuyvHVtK7BI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_na_Vi6Cm7o/s1600-h/Summer2006+-+Jun-Aug+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RuyvHVtK7BI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_na_Vi6Cm7o/s320/Summer2006+-+Jun-Aug+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110652217779219474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EST 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Every year since 2005, the Napoleon Family and the Hill Family have spent at least three weekends together every summer. This past summer took us down to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hampton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for two very special reasons: The blessing of little Kai Kani, and Briana and Kaulani's 6th birthdays! All the kids had a great time playing together, while the adults were able to get in some visiting-and then some!!! It is so wonderful to have such great friends that will be part of our extended family forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have such a great time together-it is hard to find reasons to leave (or sometimes reasons to stay depending on how are our children are behaving)! Whatever comes our way-we are there for eachother-and that is a blessing that is irreplaceable. Cheers to all the good friends we have throughout the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-7940150520462166842?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/7940150520462166842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=7940150520462166842' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/7940150520462166842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/7940150520462166842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/09/friends-family-its-all-same.html' title='Friends, Family-It&apos;s all the Same'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RuyvHVtK7BI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_na_Vi6Cm7o/s72-c/Summer2006+-+Jun-Aug+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-995426339055074010</id><published>2007-09-11T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:37:49.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills go to Fredericksburg</title><content type='html'>We decided to have a family tour of Fredericksburg to begin our summer vacation in July.  What better way to start off a trip than by having doughnuts?  We decided that the best way to show our kids how important a college degree is, was by taking them to Krispy Kreme, putting a hat on them and letting them know that if they didn't get good grades and go to college-that is where they could end up-working the glazing machine in the bakery.  Unfortunately, they responded with,"That looks like a fun job Mom!"  Jackson said,"Can I do it right now?"  Kids-what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we decided to take a tour of the Colonial city on a trolley!  The kids loved it! We had a great time seeing all the cannon balls still stuck in the walls of so many original colonial buildings, and the cannon balls that were removed from old walls, and put into the walls of the new structure built-to keep some of the history of the Civil War alive.  It is a great city and we really enjoyed learning about the birthplace and much loved city of our country's First President-George Washington!  We live in the most awesome country ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our tour with a great lunch at Cheeseburger in Paradise-where we fit right in with all of the other Parrot Heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/Run_LltK69I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xs_rZPHS1vU/s1600-h/Summer2006+-+Jun-Aug+043-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/Run_LltK69I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xs_rZPHS1vU/s320/Summer2006+-+Jun-Aug+043-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109895826793753554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/Run9OltK68I/AAAAAAAAAHk/jy0ieuA3SdU/s1600-h/Summer2006+-+Jun-Aug+043-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-995426339055074010?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/995426339055074010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=995426339055074010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/995426339055074010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/995426339055074010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/09/hills-go-to-fredericksburg.html' title='The Hills go to Fredericksburg'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/Run_LltK69I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xs_rZPHS1vU/s72-c/Summer2006+-+Jun-Aug+043-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-4090132305281892789</id><published>2007-09-05T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:37:49.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink -The Little Bunny Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjvT9Xxq0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BkMFrsWv3XY/s1600-h/Soccer%26Zoo%26JackB-Day%26Easter-Spring+2007+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjvT9Xxq0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BkMFrsWv3XY/s400/Soccer%26Zoo%26JackB-Day%26Easter-Spring+2007+124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127611301932149570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Easter is such a wonderful time of year! Our little bunch of spring flowers had a great time finding eggs that the Easter Bunny spent a lot of time hiding the night before, hunting for their Easter Bunny Baskets and generally making sure that there were equal amounts of candy in everyone's little candy containers!  Aside from the commercial activities, Sunday morning was filled with getting everyone dressed for church-a feat that not even the Easter Bunny with his little magic Easter wand could accomplish before 12:30 p.m.!  We were able to get everyone dressed and the first one down the stairs was Briana-Pretty in pink-and showing off her new dress for her Daddy!  She twirled and spun and danced and curtsied like a true Princess (the Disney Princess movies have been studied in depth-to make sure she got the curtsy right!)  She was pretty cute-and her Daddy just melted!  Can we say-"wrapped around someone's little finger?"  They were so sweet dancing in the livingroom-it just gave me visions of the two of them at her wedding!  Yes-I got a little teary-eyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my little men dressed-we all came downstairs to take a few pictures, before spilled juice or half chewed, melted chocolate bunnies became part of the decor!  It was so great to see them all three so cute and happy-like little cherubs waiting to explode during church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a picture of our little Bubbers-he is just so happy-it's impossible to walk by him and not take his picture (but then again- I am his mother!)  Don't you just want to pull his little chubby cheeks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did finally talk about the actual reason for celebrating Easter and watched Testament-which is so wonderful-but a little confusing for small children-Jackson kept asking if the people were Lamanites or Nephites because "they all had the same clothes on and no shoes!"  He was very concerned about their missing clothes and shoes and made sure to tell me "that they would be in trouble with heir mommies if they didn't get dressed, because heavenly father wants us to wear clothes!"  The Book of Mormon through the eyes of a child-I bet it's pretty confusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day-when Jeff and I were laying on the couch, eating leftover ham and staring at something on T.V., we realized that the Easter Bunny had brought a bag of M&amp;amp;M's that we hadn't even opened yet-you can guess that they were gone within minutes-sugar high wore off and I fell asleep on the couch holding my blanket over my head, just in case my children came looking for me-I'd be hidden and the couch would just look a little lumpy (like that ever works-they have Mommy under the blanket radar!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all-it was a lovely Easter Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-4090132305281892789?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/4090132305281892789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=4090132305281892789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/4090132305281892789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/4090132305281892789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/09/pretty-in-pink-little-bunny-hills.html' title='Pretty in Pink -The Little Bunny Hills'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjvT9Xxq0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/BkMFrsWv3XY/s72-c/Soccer%26Zoo%26JackB-Day%26Easter-Spring+2007+124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-3374622272561748802</id><published>2007-09-04T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:37:50.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday and I'll turn 3 If I Want To!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjrFNXxqyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0QpeaZM3yX4/s1600-h/Soccer%26Zoo%26JackB-Day%26Easter-Spring+2007+060-a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjrFNXxqyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0QpeaZM3yX4/s400/Soccer%26Zoo%26JackB-Day%26Easter-Spring+2007+060-a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127606650482567970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"What-you don't like my pink goggles? Whatever-these are in for 3 year olds man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, Jackson's 3rd birthday was Star Wars-eriffic!!! After spending a few hours at the Indoor Pool arena, we had all the Star Wars things we could think of-we even played Pin the Helmut on Lord Darth Vadar (make the breathing mask sound-c'mon you know you want to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surprised him when he walked through the door, by playing the Star Wars anthem as loud as we could on our home theatre system, as he entered the livingromm scared half to death and covering his ears! (Always a great way to freak out your children and send them into crying big alligator tears on their birthday). As soon as we reassured him that it was for his birthday and there was cake and presents-his mood changed dramatically and he was off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun watching him blow out the candles and open his new red and blue light sabers (that Jeff and I actually bought for us-but used his birthday as our excuse for buying them)! He thought that was the coolest thing ever-we turned off all of the lights and played laser light saber battle to the death with Opa Smith in our tiny livingroom. Opa took some bad hits-but he was resurrected by "The Force" in time to have chocolate Darth Vadar cake and open the rest of the Star Wars action figures! As far as my children know-there is only one set of George Lucas Star Wars movies-the classic set my friends-Chewbaca, Princess Leah, Han Solo in carbon freezing status-oh yeah-the good old days when special effects meant bright lights shooting past the ships really fast and hyperdrive with cool zippy sounds! Can I get an Amen for vintage Harrison Ford?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway-it is so fun to watch our kids grow up! Sometimes we can't even believe that we have these kids-and they're ours, like-forever! "F-O-R-E-V-E-R" to quote The Sandlot! They are amazing aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life-playing with Star Wars action figures, eating cool cake, playing battle to the death and just crashing in deep peaceful sleep anywhere in any position-sticky fingers, face and all. Oh to be young and carefree again! It was a Happy Birthday for my little Jedi Knight!  I can't wait for next year-maybe we'll do ET-we can all phone home with long, pointy alien fingers-I'll make sure to post pictures-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L8er Skaters!&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-3374622272561748802?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/3374622272561748802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=3374622272561748802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/3374622272561748802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/3374622272561748802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-my-birthday-and-ill-turn-3-if-i.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday and I&apos;ll turn 3 If I Want To!'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jBPZU2j4H8c/RyjrFNXxqyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0QpeaZM3yX4/s72-c/Soccer%26Zoo%26JackB-Day%26Easter-Spring+2007+060-a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-1790021215719929129</id><published>2007-08-19T23:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:47:41.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Superstars</title><content type='html'>Well, in March I officially became a Suburban Soccer Mom, complete with the mini-van and a cooler full of drinks and snacks for the little soccer superstars! Gone are the days of getting dressed up on a Friday night, drooling over soccer players at highschool games, sitting in the stands with my girlfriends-just waiting for a glimpse at the Soccer Gods that kicked around the hallowed ball! Those nights have been replaced, with barely getting dressed in time to make it to practice at 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning, drooling over the cinnamon roll of the mom standing next to me, who is also not awake, and hoping to catch a glimpse of my bed again over the next 18 years! For all the rubbing of the eyes, Jeff and I were sure proud of our mini-me's!!! There is nothing greater in the whole world than seeing your kids play a sport for the first time! It really moved me to see our Nana and our Mr. Man (just babies a minute ago) all dressed up in their Soccer gear and trying to figure out what to do, and why their parents were making them do it! Little Bubbers will be right behind them too! Oh they grow up so fast! The season started a little less aggressive than Nana's coach would have liked to see-as Nana was more interested in picking daisies for her coach (which she happily trotted onto the field in the middle of their first game to give to him) than she was in figuring out which direction she should kick the ball. But by the third game-she had it down and by the tournament games, she had given 3 assists, an awesome sideline kick and 2 great blocks, resulting in an out of bounds call for the opposing team! Who says you can't be a lover and a fighter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Man's biggest dilema was whether or not he should play soccer, or if he should play on the HUGE playground that his team of 3 year olds practiced by!!! That was the source of many great battles at 10:00 on Saturday mornings for 3 months!!! Needless to say he finally gave in and decided to play with the coach as long as he could keep kicking him with the ball! He was the cutest red-headed, sweaty, little Irish boy out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bubbers was the biggest sibling fan out there! He watched patiently waiting for a turn to play with the ball-when he finally got his turn, the ball kept rolling away from him! I think he's going to be a wrestler-since his favorite mode of getting the ball back was to attack it and roll with it whererever it was going! I see a big future for him in Ultimate Cage Fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we say-the season ended fabulously-with a big BBQ and lots of shaved ice! Are we ready for a second season? Keep up with the blog-we'll let you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-1790021215719929129?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/1790021215719929129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=1790021215719929129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/1790021215719929129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/1790021215719929129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/08/soccer-superstars.html' title='Soccer Superstars'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-285869450458990800.post-6555696863490654954</id><published>2007-06-26T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:43:58.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Soccer Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Soccer season was a great experience for Nana!  She started out kicking the ball towards the opponents net, and ended the season with two assists and a trophy!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Mr. Man spent most of his soccer season being distracted by the huge playground, the league decided to put us next to for all of his practices.  In the end, he was able to focus enough that he could kick his coach and turn him into a baby in the "turn the coach into a baby" game!  Pretty progressive stuff they teach 3 year olds in sports now days!  What ever happened to "the most important thing is for you to win" mentality of the good old days in sports?  You know-when three year olds were vicious athletes?  We'll try again next year-so world watch out because next season is gonna be a Pele breakout sports experience!  At least we'll talk it up that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Little Bubbers even got in a few good kicks on the ball-it was somebody else's ball, because evidently his ball wasn't interesting any more!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;17 month olds-those crazy little people we all love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/285869450458990800-6555696863490654954?l=thehappyhills.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/feeds/6555696863490654954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=285869450458990800&amp;postID=6555696863490654954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/6555696863490654954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/285869450458990800/posts/default/6555696863490654954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehappyhills.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-first-soccer-season.html' title='Our First Soccer Season'/><author><name>Happy Hills</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05145053897187191757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16516671507016931288'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>