<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913</id><updated>2011-08-02T22:41:03.980-07:00</updated><category term='twin bings'/><category term='babies'/><category term='weightloss'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='goals'/><category term='laughs'/><category term='breakfast food'/><category term='crabbiness'/><category term='wimp'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='tantrums'/><category term='swelling'/><category term='sawyer'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='nail polish'/><category term='stairs'/><category term='haircuts'/><category term='A.Connie'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='Blogging and Bullies'/><category term='shots'/><category term='love'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='shaving'/><title type='text'>The Hardman Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Ryan, Sarah, Sawyer, Beckett and Quinn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-4606476650347405347</id><published>2010-03-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:07:28.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of?....KIND OF???????????</title><content type='html'>We have this song in our church "I am a Child of God" that says....la de da....has given me an earthly home with parents kind and dear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my funny little Quinn sings it....with parents&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KIND OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not even 3 and he's already throwing the lack of great skills in our faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-4606476650347405347?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/4606476650347405347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=4606476650347405347&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/4606476650347405347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/4606476650347405347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2010/03/kind-ofkind-of.html' title='Kind of?....KIND OF???????????'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-3364113124147491307</id><published>2010-03-08T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:17:20.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>potty-training twins....not my favorite</title><content type='html'>So last Monday I decided to take on the huge task of potty traing twin 2 year olds. Why? you ask...because apparently I'm CRAZY! They have been showing interest for quite awhile, but I was showing no interest at all. I've always said that they will be going to Kindergarten begging to wear underwear to which I would reply... NO!&lt;br /&gt;Last week we were in California (post on that coming soon!) and Quinn kept asking to go potty in the big potty. I kept telling him no...that he had a diaper on....blah blah blah. When we got home it was the same story, so I finally relented. There is no way I was going to potty train twice, so Beck got lumped in to the fun!...and what FUN it's been... (not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer potty trained like a champ, so I don't know why I was so overwhelmed by the task, but it has been extremely labor intensive. The boys have been doing great, but I have to say, I'm a little tired of talking about how we all go poo in the big potty, clapping for joy over urine and little poops and dumping out potties. Hopefully by the end of this week we will have it down for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S5U7ITflKjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ub8nYhMTzaI/s1600-h/DSC04779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446324338232207922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S5U7ITflKjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ub8nYhMTzaI/s400/DSC04779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a funny sidenote... We call little things of poo "nuggets", so this morning I found said nugget in the little potty. I asked Beck if he had pooped in the potty and he said, " Yeah mom...a chicken nugget!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-3364113124147491307?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/3364113124147491307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=3364113124147491307&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/3364113124147491307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/3364113124147491307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2010/03/potty-training-twinsnot-may-favorite.html' title='potty-training twins....not my favorite'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S5U7ITflKjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ub8nYhMTzaI/s72-c/DSC04779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-9201184739024070159</id><published>2010-02-03T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:45:08.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin bings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts'/><title type='text'>the crime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                             THE VICTIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mj0qxlQ7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/vSK98Yb_u-c/s1600-h/DSC04401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434054550629991346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mj0qxlQ7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/vSK98Yb_u-c/s400/DSC04401.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          THE SUSPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mj0zST8kI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RUcih8zoIdI/s1600-h/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434054552914752066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mj0zST8kI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RUcih8zoIdI/s400/DSC04407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 THE CONSEQUENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mj1bLNw4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ao6Tt1lL5Bk/s1600-h/DSC04412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434054563622404994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mj1bLNw4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ao6Tt1lL5Bk/s400/DSC04412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after I turned off my blow dryer, I heard a strange sound coming from the living room. I went to check it out and found Beck with my clippers in his hands and chunks of Quinn's hair on the floor. I asked them what they were doing?... to which Quinn replied happily, "Becketts give me a haircut!" I have worried about this day since my boys see me cut hair all the time. Sawyer never tried it and I thought maybe I would get lucky with the twinners, but no. Not just a haircut with scissors, they had to get into my hair bag, get out my clippers, PLUG THEM IN!, and proceed with the cutting. Quinn had to get a buzz and you can still see the marks. :( Beck got an honorary buzz for doing the work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would just like a moment of silence in remembrance of Quinn's awesome fauxhawk........until we meet again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mnAWZ4DYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3nMUTmRdBRY/s1600-h/DSC04058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434058049855163778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mnAWZ4DYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3nMUTmRdBRY/s400/DSC04058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-9201184739024070159?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/9201184739024070159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=9201184739024070159&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/9201184739024070159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/9201184739024070159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2010/02/crime.html' title='the crime...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/S2mj0qxlQ7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/vSK98Yb_u-c/s72-c/DSC04401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-6603820273511320315</id><published>2009-10-11T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:27:48.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>hola peeps! I found this blog that is giving away this free 4 person giveaway to disneyland! We all know that I live with a disney dork and totally have to win this so that I can keep my #1 wife status! :) check it out......but maybe don't enter........so I have a better chance! :) hee hee&lt;br /&gt;I'll update all my other fabulous goings on soon...promise. Right now I'm in a sickly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;disclaimer: not prego....can you imagine? sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetlifeinthevalley.com/2007/09/disneyland-giveaway-sweet-life-in.html"&gt;http://www.sweetlifeinthevalley.com/2007/09/disneyland-giveaway-sweet-life-in.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-6603820273511320315?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/6603820273511320315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=6603820273511320315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/6603820273511320315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/6603820273511320315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway.html' title='GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-726557686319797505</id><published>2009-06-09T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:18:34.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years ago, today, Ryan and I got hitched!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like just yesterday...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh, how simple life used to be. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 kids later and...wow, time flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, here's to us&lt;/span&gt;!....successfully overcoming the 7 year itch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/Si7d2I1ceJI/AAAAAAAAALk/72p5vNrbl0U/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345453729889679506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/Si7d2I1ceJI/AAAAAAAAALk/72p5vNrbl0U/s400/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang...we're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-726557686319797505?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/726557686319797505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=726557686319797505&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/726557686319797505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/726557686319797505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/Si7d2I1ceJI/AAAAAAAAALk/72p5vNrbl0U/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-1731038983118471233</id><published>2009-06-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:59:34.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about...time!</title><content type='html'>okay...so I know it's been a few weeks, but..... :) It's summer!..maybe not officially, but close enough. I don't know about you, but I would love to find a place that was about 65-70 degrees year round and set up shop! I am a spring and fall kinda girl and this 80+ weather is kickin' my buns. Luckily we now live around a ton of trees, but still...come on. I'll take it over the snow, though. Enough complaining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fab memorial weekend. While others were flocking to the cemetaries, we chose to remember our loved ones in our hearts and go 4-wheeling! My brother invited us to a place out passed Santaquin and we had tons of fun. Michael was a gem and taught Sawyer how to ride the little one and you could hardly get him off! He loved it and asks me daily if we can buy some 4 wheelers. (the answer is no!) :) a few picks from the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ_H620GI/AAAAAAAAALE/ydWW_YlVMdI/s1600-h/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344024519146655842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ_H620GI/AAAAAAAAALE/ydWW_YlVMdI/s320/DSC03391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ-2r0icI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Egv468ZwvCY/s1600-h/DSC03382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344024514520189378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ-2r0icI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Egv468ZwvCY/s320/DSC03382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ-cO7KZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XlJ2hsYdA9Q/s1600-h/DSC03353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344024507419666834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ-cO7KZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XlJ2hsYdA9Q/s320/DSC03353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ-HrXVAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MzK9I9obGac/s1600-h/DSC03339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344024501901808642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ-HrXVAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MzK9I9obGac/s320/DSC03339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinMMFoz6tI/AAAAAAAAALM/Mxiia6dTdSg/s1600-h/DSC03411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344026940895652562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinMMFoz6tI/AAAAAAAAALM/Mxiia6dTdSg/s320/DSC03411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last one is Sawyer crying because we had to go home. After 2 days he still wasn't prepared! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, in a week and a half, I'm off to Oregon...minus little ones...for my first time away since I became the mom of three little crazies (whom I love dearly). I'm just a little bit excited. :) Ryan is staying home with the kids so I can go visit my sister. I'll let ya know how it goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-1731038983118471233?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/1731038983118471233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=1731038983118471233&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/1731038983118471233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/1731038983118471233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-abouttime.html' title='it&apos;s about...time!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SinJ_H620GI/AAAAAAAAALE/ydWW_YlVMdI/s72-c/DSC03391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-8294966541668942443</id><published>2009-02-12T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:53:07.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><title type='text'>Marie Carmel Jewelry</title><content type='html'>My friend Marie makes amazing jewelry.  Just thought you might want to know about the sale that she is doing right now.  Anything purchased by Valentine's Day is 20% off.  It's a great deal.  You can go to her blog for a sneak peak of her awesome stuff. &lt;a href="http://www.mariecarmel.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mariecarmel.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-8294966541668942443?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/8294966541668942443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=8294966541668942443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/8294966541668942443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/8294966541668942443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/02/marie-carmel-jewelry.html' title='Marie Carmel Jewelry'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-9124032458005534114</id><published>2009-02-12T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:11:36.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun times in the pool....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am soooo over the winter! I can't stand the snow any longer. I asked Ryan the other day what he thought about me going out with a blowdryer and melting all the snow...he thought I would look &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. So, I haven't gone that route yet. Don't want to embarass the hubby! :) Anyways, to get me out of my winter blues I have taken the kiddies swimming 2 times in the last 5 days. They love it and have so much fun. I also &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; being in a swimsuit in front of complete strangers...one of the many times in my life that I have to swallow my pride (that's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; swallow) and take one for the team. seriously people..this body does not belong in swimsuit material. Luckily, my kids don't judge me and that should be all that matters. Sadly....for me, it's not. enough about that. just a few cute pics of the kidlets...thanks to my cousin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kallikverb.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kalli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for the pics. :) Don't you just want to squish them?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SZRi_PBnW4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/n9T0WR6Zk7Q/s1600-h/quinnswim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301971499826502530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SZRi_PBnW4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/n9T0WR6Zk7Q/s200/quinnswim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SZRi-2xKQXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wFF-8vQpRn0/s1600-h/sawyerswim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301971493315035506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SZRi-2xKQXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wFF-8vQpRn0/s200/sawyerswim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SZRi-Q6oIeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cOeNru86SuU/s1600-h/beckswim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301971483154194914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SZRi-Q6oIeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cOeNru86SuU/s200/beckswim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-9124032458005534114?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/9124032458005534114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=9124032458005534114&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/9124032458005534114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/9124032458005534114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-times-in-pool.html' title='fun times in the pool....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SZRi_PBnW4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/n9T0WR6Zk7Q/s72-c/quinnswim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-8167679382897213512</id><published>2009-02-01T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:47:33.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swelling'/><title type='text'>just a little over 18 months ago...</title><content type='html'>The babies turned 18 months yesterday and for those of you in the LDS world...this is &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt;!  So, I got to thinking about what a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; change my life has taken since the babies were born and then I got to thinking how &lt;strong&gt;HUGE&lt;/strong&gt; I was whilst pregnant with those little beasts and thought about how there is lots to be grateful for, but mostly I need to be grateful that I don't have to carry around this anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SYYA4v19y2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LfAARpM4iP0/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SYYA4v19y2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LfAARpM4iP0/s200/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297922986563455842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.  seriously how can a belly get that big?  No more complaining about how big all you little people got when you were pregnant.  I win.  I beat you all! :)...and don't even get me started on the whole swelling thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..and no comments on the stretch marks..I still got those bad boys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-8167679382897213512?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/8167679382897213512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=8167679382897213512&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/8167679382897213512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/8167679382897213512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-little-over-18-months-ago.html' title='just a little over 18 months ago...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SYYA4v19y2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LfAARpM4iP0/s72-c/DSC01035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-669887482925555063</id><published>2009-01-27T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:01:22.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><title type='text'>Sometimes you just need a good laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SX_mcJ-8lFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/weYmimj58HA/s1600-h/DSC02308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SX_mcJ-8lFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/weYmimj58HA/s200/DSC02308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296205058201654354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer - "Mom, what are these bumps on my tongue again?, Tasteicals?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I live with all boys? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-669887482925555063?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/669887482925555063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=669887482925555063&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/669887482925555063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/669887482925555063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-you-just-need-good-laugh.html' title='Sometimes you just need a good laugh...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SX_mcJ-8lFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/weYmimj58HA/s72-c/DSC02308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-7316161133474193592</id><published>2009-01-14T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:00:39.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>Goals...</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I gave eachother our goals last night and so I thought that I would share my pain with all of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I actually got three from Ryan.  He gave me two and I said one of them didn't count because he thought he would be the better person and put one of mine as "taking time for myself."  Okay that is all nice and everything, but totally against the rules.  Not to mention the fact that it makes me look insensitive that I didn't think to do anything like that.  I just wrote out my 2 goals for him and didn't look back. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what Ryan would like me to work on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Keep the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom clean. &lt;br /&gt;2.  Be more patient and understanding and don't read into every little thing that is said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those of you who really know me are not going to be too shocked by these.  I definately struggle with the housecleaning.  I try, but obviously not hard enough. :)  and the patience thing is a given.  There is a little bit more to #2, but I can't divulge that info on this blog. (don't worry Marie...I will tell you.) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we could be mature adults about this and not get offended by what we were given.  I think that we both took it very well....But if you see Ryan in the next couple of days....just act like you don't notice the black eye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-7316161133474193592?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/7316161133474193592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=7316161133474193592&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/7316161133474193592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/7316161133474193592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/01/ryan-and-i-gave-eachother-our-goals.html' title='Goals...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-2490855171950998371</id><published>2009-01-12T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:25:10.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wimp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sawyer'/><title type='text'>earlier this afternoon...</title><content type='html'>Sawyer:  This bucket is too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: It's a good thing you're so strong!&lt;br /&gt;S: NO I'M NOT!&lt;br /&gt;M: Does that mean you're a wimp?&lt;br /&gt;S: Yes........and I'm lazy.  I'm a lazy wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-2490855171950998371?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/2490855171950998371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=2490855171950998371&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/2490855171950998371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/2490855171950998371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/01/earlier-this-afternoon.html' title='earlier this afternoon...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-2369436639406998261</id><published>2009-01-12T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:15:01.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weightloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I know that it is almost the middle of January, but I had yet to make any real new year's resolutions.  you know...other than the never ending &lt;strong&gt;WEIGHTLOSS&lt;/strong&gt; one.   ( my friends, that's a given, I'm not in denial) :)  Anyways, I wanted to choose something that would be really helpful to me and my family. I had read somewhere that a couple had decided to choose new year's goals for eachother and I was intrigued by this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I talked about it last night and decided that it might be kinda interesting and fun.  So, we have today to decide on 2 things that we would like for the other one to work on this year...and no one can get offended. (this will be the hard part because, honestly, I don't really have anything to work on) wink, wink. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish us luck...&lt;br /&gt;we might be divorced by tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;just jokes people, just jokes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-2369436639406998261?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/2369436639406998261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=2369436639406998261&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/2369436639406998261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/2369436639406998261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-3542971850170957979</id><published>2009-01-10T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:36:10.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tantrums'/><title type='text'>unconditional love...</title><content type='html'>So... this week the babies have entered the terrible two tantrum stage. They will be 18 months at the end of this month and have decided to start gearing up. I remember this with Sawyer...he started about 6 months early too....I'm still waiting for his terrible two's to end. (hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Quinn started screaming and crying about nothing (I'm sure Beck had something to do with it, he usually does these days :) ) and I flicked Quinn on the mouth and told him that he couldn't scream. He of course cries harder so I pick him up and give him a hug. He lays his head on my shoulder and I go to put him down. He squeezes my shoulders tighter so I won't put him down and then lays his head back down and starts to pat my back with both of his hands! :) by the end of this I'm not thinking much about that terrible tantrum, just how freakin' cute he is. Ya gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SWkjWK41VjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XPT-vlMHB34/s1600-h/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289798101110183474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SWkjWK41VjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XPT-vlMHB34/s200/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just between you and me...I think he probably planned the whole thing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-3542971850170957979?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/3542971850170957979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=3542971850170957979&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/3542971850170957979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/3542971850170957979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/01/unconditional-love.html' title='unconditional love...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SWkjWK41VjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XPT-vlMHB34/s72-c/DSC02619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-5251241895329600590</id><published>2009-01-06T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:29:07.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail polish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairs'/><title type='text'>Today is just NOT my day...</title><content type='html'>So the day began at 6:20 when Quinn woke up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCREAMING...I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; totally feel like poo...Beck and I have had colds for about 4 days now and Quinn decided to join the club yesterday :) So, I guess he wasn't feeling great, ( neither am I, but was I screaming?!.....he's definately a bit more of a drama queen than the rest of us) :) So...not the best wake up call. After breakfast we head up the stairs and Quinn decides to get a little crazy near the top and falls down to the bottom. So, we get him calmed down and make sure that nothing is broken and no concussion. I decide that since we are moving soon, I will go through the bathroom closet and get it organized...the babies decide to get into my nail polish and play with all the colors... I think...no big deal. I did not think that Quinn would slam two together and shatter one of them all over the bathroom floor and the carpet outside the door. :(....totally my fault..I should not have let them play with them...so I decided to put the babies in their cribs while I clean up and attempt to get it out of the carpet. They hate this idea and cry for the entire hour that I am doing this. I decide to give up for now and take the babies out and go downstairs and get them some lunch. Beckett decides to push Quinn down the stairs...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;! Oh my gosh...can this get any worse....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;...at lunch Sawyer thinks it would be fun to pull Beck up to the table while I am getting him a drink...and Beckett thinks it would be fun to pull off the big cup of milk on the table and spill it all over the floor!...all of this and it's not even 11:30! :) Bedtime anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry Jen..no pics.  couldn't find the camera.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-5251241895329600590?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/5251241895329600590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=5251241895329600590&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/5251241895329600590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/5251241895329600590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-just-not-my-day.html' title='Today is just NOT my day...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-3027443439360386367</id><published>2008-12-13T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:26:43.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.Connie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sawyer'/><title type='text'>Like Mother,Like Son...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my cousin happened to bring to my attention how much I hate shots. It's true...I knew that Sawyer's condition was hereditary! So, I thought that I would tell you this lovely story about how much I HATE shots...&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time...when I was like 12. I was visiting my extended family up in Wyoming. My cousins were going on a temple trip to Idaho with their church and I thought it would be fun to go too. However, I wasn't aware of the fact that I was going to need a tetanus shot in order to go! (BTW, I have never heard of this requirement since, I think my Aunt Connie must have thought that I could pass something terrible onto the other kids and therefore had me immunized!) When we got to the doctor...I said no way..not going to happen...I just won't go. ( I think that there might have been some running away and crying and maybe even a little hiding in the bathroom, but since no one has any evidence...we won't go there.) MY aunt proceeded to pin me to the wall with her entire body..while the nurse gave me my shot in the arm ( rather quickly, I might add...hurt like a ....) :) I have been traumatized for life! I actually decided to not have stitches last time I needed them so that I didn't have to get the shots to numb the area! Pathetic, I know. At least now when I get shots, Sawyer is with me and I have to act like it's no big deal. :)...and it's really not...except that they are stabbing you with a needle and injecting some crap that burns! I HATE shots.&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-3027443439360386367?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/3027443439360386367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=3027443439360386367&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/3027443439360386367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/3027443439360386367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-motherlike-son.html' title='Like Mother,Like Son...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-6298237491197564772</id><published>2008-12-12T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:26:43.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>a stressed out "almost" birthday boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SULUyCOfglI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h_EBOTalCOk/s1600-h/DSC02689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279015669287846482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SULUyCOfglI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h_EBOTalCOk/s200/DSC02689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok..so we are having a little problem at out house. Sawyer's birthday is on December 16. Less than a week away and he wants no part of it! What??????????? What little kid can't wait for their birthday to come? So...here's the deal. Last year we took him for his 4 year check up and he asked the doctor if he had to get shots. The doctor and nurses thought they were giving him the best news ever..." NO, you don't have to get shots until you turn 5!" YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks to that...Sawyer has stressed about shots for an ENTIRE YEAR! At least once a month he has told me about how he never wants to turn 5 and that he is never going to have a birthday. On several occasion he has been in tears! Now that we are down to a couple of days, it has gotten worse. Every time I mention his birthday he groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told him that it was fine if he didn't want a birthday...I would just take all of his presents back....he replied," that's fine I will buy my own things." I then said.."you don't have any money." to which her replied..."I will just go and buy some money!" I then told him that you can't buy money. and he said, "remember what I told you?...I know everything!" Good to know...that saves me a lot of time in teaching you! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, when we go to the doctor for this years check-up...nobody better mention anything about shots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-6298237491197564772?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/6298237491197564772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=6298237491197564772&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/6298237491197564772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/6298237491197564772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2008/12/stressed-out-almost-birthday-boy.html' title='a stressed out &quot;almost&quot; birthday boy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SULUyCOfglI/AAAAAAAAAEw/h_EBOTalCOk/s72-c/DSC02689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-4732922457178765588</id><published>2008-12-01T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:26:43.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crabbiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>OH half CHRISTMAS TREE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So it's been a while...I was going to do a post about fall and halloween with my kids in cute costumes, but I lost my camera and by the time I found it..we were into November. Soooo...you will just have to try to move on with your lives without seeing Ben Tennison and 2 little monkeys. So freakin' cute, I might add. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... on to the Christmas season...which I love (except for the snow, ugh!) So, I have been totally stressed out about putting up our christmas tree with 2 babies. I LOVE putting up the tree and usually can't wait till Thanksgiving to do it. However, the thought of trying to keep 2 little jibs from pulling everything off was too much for me. If it wasn't for Sawyer...we would not be having a tree this year...solely for my own sanity! Well, I gave into the pressure and Sawyer and I decorated the tree yesterday while the babies napped. ( we had put it up about a week ago, just no ornaments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/STQtO2yEFrI/AAAAAAAAADg/ESRkDou1_D0/s1600-h/DSC02771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274890796804609714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/STQtO2yEFrI/AAAAAAAAADg/ESRkDou1_D0/s200/DSC02771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a gate to put up in the front so the babes would not climb under the tree and we hoped that it would hinder them from touching the tree...no such luck!...but it does keep Quinn from climbing the tree which is a feat all by itself! (the kid climbs EVERYTHING) I put all the nice ornaments on the top and put the ones that the babies could touch on the bottom. Within the first 5 minutes of them seeing the tree....they pulled off EVERY ornament they could reach...the beaded garland and some of the lights! Luckily I was smart enough to put the popcorn strands on only the top part of the tree. ( a stroke of genious!) So this year we will be singing "oh (half) Christmas Tree"... and I gaurantee that it will come down the day after Christmas! (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little side note...yesterday after trying to keep the babies from pulling everything off the tree, I was making dinner and realized that I was singing ( in my head) the song from Annie...It's a hard knock life! hahaha...so funny ( and a little pathetic) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had some fun getting ready for Christmas. Each year I like to try and find some kind of craft for Sawyer to make. This year I found way too many, but these have been fun to make and put on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/STQtP1H6DCI/AAAAAAAAADw/aE_bQmPJw7Y/s1600-h/DSC02765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274890813539224610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/STQtP1H6DCI/AAAAAAAAADw/aE_bQmPJw7Y/s200/DSC02765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our gumdrop ornaments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/STQtPSvkaBI/AAAAAAAAADo/MUfY1UCm1V4/s1600-h/DSC02766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274890804310337554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/STQtPSvkaBI/AAAAAAAAADo/MUfY1UCm1V4/s200/DSC02766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our gumball ornaments and beaded candy canes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274865825022414818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/STQWhTpPD-I/AAAAAAAAADY/hAzu_S7ax3k/s200/DSC02767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our button snowflakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-4732922457178765588?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/4732922457178765588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=4732922457178765588&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/4732922457178765588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/4732922457178765588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-half-christmas-tree.html' title='OH half CHRISTMAS TREE...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/STQtO2yEFrI/AAAAAAAAADg/ESRkDou1_D0/s72-c/DSC02771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-899171656969672317</id><published>2008-10-13T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:26:43.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaving'/><title type='text'>Breakfast Foods</title><content type='html'>Okay..just a little update on the whole arm shaving thing.  It's been a few days and the grow back is not that bad.  I thought it would be totally prickly, but..not so much.  I think it just kinda feels like when I had hair on my arms.. which could mean that I AM really hairy and should be shaving my arms.  When Ryan came home from work I let him feel how slick and smooth I was.  He likey, but said he didn't think it looked any different.  SOOOO..there ya have it.  If Ryan doesn't notice much of a difference, then I refuse to take the time to de-hairify more of my body.  Also, before I changed my template and lost the initial poll votes...there were 3 votes on people who shave and 4 on people who don't.  I am sad to report that I did not persuade anyone to start shaving there arms after my post! :(    So add those totals  to the new ones and the non-shavers still win!  Yay for hairy women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different subject... I totally win the mother of the year award today!  My babies decided to get up way too early today because they are sick and couldn't stop coughing.  Since I couldn't sleep through their coughing I'm not too surprised that they couldn't.  Still bugged none the less.  (I am not a morning person..many of you may know this!)  Anyways...with all the noise that 2 little boys make..the big boy couldn't sleep either.  Therefore..party at my house at 6 in the morning!  They all decided that they wanted breakfast at about 6:30.  I don't know about you, but that is NOT what I want to be doing at that hour...unless of course I am dreaming about some hunky guy making me breakfast...Did I say some hunky guy?...of course I mean Ryan..yes, dreaming of RYAN making me breakfast!  hee hee.  (He is a hunk of burning love!)  The babies had rice cereal with applesauce which Sawyer said is nasty and smells bad.  I don't know..I refuse to taste it, but they eat it and it's easy.  Sawyer, on the other hand wanted basghetti!  Is spaghetti a breakfast food?  I'm not really one for breakfast.  I would much prefer skipping the whole thing and waiting until lunch, which I do most of the time (which has been pointed out to me, among other things,  it might be why I'm a little chubby!)  Anyways, I figured why start a fight this early in the morning.  So the great mom that I am...Sawyer got spaghetti...or has he says basghetti.  That is why I deserve the mother of the year award.  It can be delivered any time today.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just a little disclaimer...I so did not make spaghetti this morning.  it was left over from Saturday.  I do NOT cook in the morning.  You get cereal or toast....or spaghetti if you so choose!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-899171656969672317?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/899171656969672317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=899171656969672317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/899171656969672317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/899171656969672317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2008/10/breakfast-foods.html' title='Breakfast Foods'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106440660680315913.post-3432410164137883060</id><published>2008-10-10T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:26:43.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging and Bullies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BLOGGING AND BULLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay... so I'm totally not into the whole blogging thing, but I like a challenge. I am the worst journal keeper. I think I have like 10 journals that have a couple entries...all of which say..."okay, it's a new year and I am going to keep a journal..." I know you all have some of them too... haha. So, we'll see how this goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My friend Marie and I went out this last weekend and got into the subject of whether or not you should shave your arms...she does..I don't. I had never really thought much about it. I have blonde hair...I didn't think that they were overly hairy. She very kindly said they weren't bad ( I personally think that she was thinking.."shave them NOW!"). Anyways......so I'm in the shower this morning and finished shaving my legs and noticed my arm hair. Hmmmmm...should I...shouldn't I....and then, yes, I shaved my arms. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it? Did I really need to or was I bullied into feeling less about myself?! :) I don't know. I like the feel...I like the look....but where do I stop? Do I shave the little blonde hair on my hands...on my fingers? Those places don't bother me...you can hardly see it......but my arms never bothered me before until it was pointed out to me. Such a dilema. Anyways...I would love some feedback. Let's take a poll. Who shaves their arms and who goes au naturale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106440660680315913-3432410164137883060?l=hardman5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/feeds/3432410164137883060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7106440660680315913&amp;postID=3432410164137883060&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/3432410164137883060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7106440660680315913/posts/default/3432410164137883060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardman5.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216855042890375816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CW4LEgfAggw/SiVWC_roldI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8GjgOMae06A/S220/DSC03268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
