<?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-9207570982593079683</id><updated>2011-10-25T12:02:24.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were Four</title><subtitle type='html'>In this family we don't laugh, we Howell!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-7682632464094873091</id><published>2010-12-16T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:38:53.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just thinkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TQqiTdIhZQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MtSdYaxmiW4/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551427945809143042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TQqiTdIhZQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MtSdYaxmiW4/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TQqiTBD5z8I/AAAAAAAAAfk/TCN_rHumOs8/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TQqiS_uOErI/AAAAAAAAAfc/28hqbg7F_OU/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551427937914196658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TQqiS_uOErI/AAAAAAAAAfc/28hqbg7F_OU/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TQqiSkaZyYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/XWKXMeLhsRc/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551427930583320962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TQqiSkaZyYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/XWKXMeLhsRc/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For about the last three months I've been watching a family members little girl named Jayden. Harley looks forward to seeing her and loves to have another girl to play with. You can imagine how devastated she was the first time Jayden told her she didn't like her any more! I don't remember how may days later or what the circumstance was, but I was bent over picking something up and in a frustrated tone I said, "HARLEEYYY!" she came up to me, put her hands on my face and looking straight at me, asked, " You like me? You like me Mom?" I had to laugh and reassure her, " &lt;em&gt;Yes, &lt;/em&gt;I like you Honey!!" Poor girl was a little worried!! It's a hard thing to wrap your two year old head around, this not being liked! (and really, who wouldn't?!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-7682632464094873091?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7682632464094873091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=7682632464094873091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7682632464094873091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7682632464094873091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-just-thinkin.html' title='I was just thinkin'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TQqiTdIhZQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MtSdYaxmiW4/s72-c/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-1509117714212265376</id><published>2010-12-02T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:59:50.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BAA AACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhnzumItgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7Owrl63f7Y8/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546297079485740546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhnzumItgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7Owrl63f7Y8/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's some of the summer you didn't get to see. I'm so excited to be able to blog again!!! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhny-CPYTI/AAAAAAAAAfE/u3OS8OCMuqg/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546297066450280754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhny-CPYTI/AAAAAAAAAfE/u3OS8OCMuqg/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhnyYoU35I/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZFLOQ8YF3WA/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B147.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhnx9h6JxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/cKu7ihuDLHc/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546297049134802706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhnx9h6JxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/cKu7ihuDLHc/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhnxIylnmI/AAAAAAAAAes/QjsC4gjumJk/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmzDxO4xI/AAAAAAAAAek/VfLR_-aWSEI/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546295968477930258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmzDxO4xI/AAAAAAAAAek/VfLR_-aWSEI/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmyT2DLlI/AAAAAAAAAec/9u5lbyQ1S-4/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546295955613232722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmyT2DLlI/AAAAAAAAAec/9u5lbyQ1S-4/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmxoH7PcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/csgEdaKADU4/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546295943877049794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmxoH7PcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/csgEdaKADU4/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmxCqofzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ds5oasJ-40k/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546295933822074674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmxCqofzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ds5oasJ-40k/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmwsr66hI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Ebq3UaS_8Bc/s1600/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546295927921895954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhmwsr66hI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Ebq3UaS_8Bc/s320/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately when I had our computer fixed they weren't able to recover any information from the old hard drive. Meaning every picture I've taken for the last 5 years is stuck on a disk we can't access!! There is a place in Seattle that we may be able to send the drive to recover some data. Cross your fingers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-1509117714212265376?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1509117714212265376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=1509117714212265376' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/1509117714212265376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/1509117714212265376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-baa-aack.html' title='I&apos;M BAA AACK!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/TPhnzumItgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7Owrl63f7Y8/s72-c/summer%2Bto%2Bfall%2B2010%2B153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-9124977141995583144</id><published>2010-05-10T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:12:40.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were FOUR!!!!</title><content type='html'>No pictures this time but I just wanted to officially announce.......... HE's HERE!!! Asher Bryant Howell was born at 10:16 am Tuesday, May 4th. He was 4lbs 12oz, and 17 and 3/4 inches long! Tomorrow will mark his one week Birthday! My cutie baby had lost only one ounce before he starting gaining again! He's up to 4lbs 13 oz, the size Harley was when SHE was born!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was packing my lunch when I got a  call from the NICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem with Asher, just wanted to let you know we'll be moving him out of the NICU to Intermediate Care upstairs in about a half an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HOOORRAAYY!!) I was so excited I grabbed my hot chocolate, threw my stuff in the fridge and headed to the door. It was kinda drizzly, and because I walk from The Tree House(apartment building provided by hospital for families) I keep my umbrella handy. With open umbrella and cell phone in one hand, and purse and hot chocolate in the other I attempt to tell Bryant the good news when SLIP..., "OUCH!!!!!"..., CRASH!!! My cell phone goes flying as I slip on newly wet concrete stairs! Hot chocolate in my lap and with no hands to catch my misfortune, my left forearm takes the fall! I wish I had a camera to show my battle wound because I have a HUGE(okay it's not huge, but it feels like it!) goose-egg/bruise, and my body is super sore, like I tried to follow Jenna on an eight mile run(haha)! Luckily I somehow managed NOT to hurt my incision. (THAT could have been bad...)So today was mostly a great day and Asher's doing amazing! OH...! We got to practice breast feeding for the first time today and he did pretty good. Mostly he'd try for about 30 seconds and then fall asleep but it's a start! Mom came up to visit today and Asher had lots of eye openings and smiles to share. He's already very fond of his Grandma! Tomorrow morning we start trying to feed twice a day so I'm going to get ready to crash for the night. 7 am comes early to tired mom's.  I'll keep ya posted!!!! Thanks to may amazing family and friends who've helped in all the big and small ways. Without you I would not have made it two weeks on bed rest and this week away from my family. Thanks and Love to you all, Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-9124977141995583144?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9124977141995583144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=9124977141995583144' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/9124977141995583144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/9124977141995583144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-then-there-were-four.html' title='And then there were FOUR!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-5912560937186755087</id><published>2010-04-29T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:31:54.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S9p1jbPCIBI/AAAAAAAAAds/WgWIw9PpQ5w/s1600/May+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465810349234200594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S9p1jbPCIBI/AAAAAAAAAds/WgWIw9PpQ5w/s320/May+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S9puVJIBRrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jsl0Le8cWTA/s1600/May+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465802407273383602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S9puVJIBRrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jsl0Le8cWTA/s320/May+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you know by now that apparently I suck at carrying babies! On Friday the 16th I went to see my doctor because something funky was going on, and whaddya know? My water had broken. Oh, but not all the way... the "membranes ruptured" they say. For what reason, they don't know. Caused by what you ask? "One of those fluke things that are still being researched" they say.(Sigh....) The Doctors at the hospital I was initially supposed to deliver at had me transferred to Tacoma General Hospital(TG), housing one of the best Neonatal Intensive Care Units in the State. This way if I did deliver the baby early, who would at this point be 8 weeks premature, could have the best care possible. I was given shots to help his lungs develop, put on an IV and pumped with antibiotics to prevent infection(losing fluid means there's a way for bacteria to invade and potentially harm the baby and/or I). Long story short....I didn't go into labor and am still here waiting to reach the 34th week mark. At which point His lungs should be fully developed and baby Asher will be able to thrive out side his Momma with only a little help from the NICU. Some how I've managed not to go completely insane(all the visits from family and friends are to credit) and have 4 days to go!!!! I'm scheduled for Tuesday May 4th at Noon for a repeat C-section and soon I'll have pictures to share of our Little Addition!!!&lt;/div&gt;Another exciting note: The apartment that we'd lived in before we moved to Yakima is finally vacant!! Bryant's repaired all of the damage( there was quite a bit!), painted the whole place floor to ceiling, had carpet cleaners work their magic, ripped out the stand up shower and installed a bathtub(!!!), and is working on flooring and cabinets in the bathroom!!! Needless to say, I won't have to go home to the in-laws with our brand new baby. Bryant's made it possible for us to have our own home again. I'm so blessed to have such a good Husband, and such a devoted daddy for my babies....  I'm so relieved to have my own space again and use my dishes and towels and furniture etc. etc etc.!!! I can't wait! So wish me luck family. I'll keep you posted!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-5912560937186755087?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5912560937186755087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=5912560937186755087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/5912560937186755087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/5912560937186755087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/almost-there.html' title='Almost there!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S9p1jbPCIBI/AAAAAAAAAds/WgWIw9PpQ5w/s72-c/May+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-3361908733752809062</id><published>2010-04-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:51:41.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter, gone in a blink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76nfgseM8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-u9-tINpzX8/s1600/Easter+2010+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457983958213866434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76nfgseM8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-u9-tINpzX8/s320/Easter+2010+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76ne5o-f4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/G3LlmXfZhzo/s1600/Easter+2010+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457983947730222978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76ne5o-f4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/G3LlmXfZhzo/s320/Easter+2010+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76kSFlOOQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RDVUOF0G0r0/s1600/Easter+2010+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457980429062519042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76kSFlOOQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/RDVUOF0G0r0/s320/Easter+2010+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76jLTdO8UI/AAAAAAAAAc4/unOty_jMkrE/s1600/Easter+2010+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457979213016396098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76jLTdO8UI/AAAAAAAAAc4/unOty_jMkrE/s400/Easter+2010+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY EASTER!!!! Harley had a fun time looking around the house for her basket. She didn't have a clue what we were looking for but was sure happy when we found it!!! I love looking at the Easter pictures in my baby book and I'm excited for Harley to have those same memories. I also made some baskets for Bryant, Emily, Grama and Grampa Howell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hunted Emily down and convinced her to join the party here at the Howell's for Easter. We had tons of food, a fun egg hunt and a pretty darn good time! I was kinda bummed that Easter fell on Conference this year but Bryant and I had a little scripture study and I actually got a bunch of Bryant's family together to go to church with Bryant's mom. I straightened her hair, got her all dressed and ready to go and the minute we were loading into the car she decided she "couldn't possibly" make it. They tried to call it off but there's no way I got Harley and I ready, and had other people in the car waiting for no reason! So guess what? THEY WENT darn it!!! I really couldn't tell you if any of them had been in years. But I think standing in the back of a packed Catholic church listening to things none of us understood still gave Easter deeper meaning! We talked on the way home about how the important thing that our different religions had in common, was that we believed we had a savior who died for us. No matter what our Christian tittle, we know that having those same beliefs bring us closer together. It was a really nice 7 minute car ride!! &lt;/p&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/9207570982593079683-3361908733752809062?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3361908733752809062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=3361908733752809062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/3361908733752809062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/3361908733752809062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-harley-had-fun-time.html' title='Easter, gone in a blink!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S76nfgseM8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-u9-tINpzX8/s72-c/Easter+2010+109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-599909132165967111</id><published>2010-03-29T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:08:12.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen Already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S7FdWvz0vxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nhgvqqzyDWg/s1600/shoulders%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454243269094719250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S7FdWvz0vxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nhgvqqzyDWg/s320/shoulders%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few nights we've started letting Harley take a turn saying prayers before bed. The first time she only repeated a few words. This is something like how last night's went;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:Dear Heavenly Father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley: Heben Fodder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Thank you for this day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley:Thanks day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:(smiling) thank you for momma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley: THANks MOMma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:(kinda laughing) thank you for daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley:daaaddyyyy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Please bless we sleep good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley: Sleep good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:Please bless we have no bad dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley: (sigh) silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:(laughing again) in the name of Jesus Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley: Chriiiis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley and Bryant together: Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another funny thing she's been doing is trying to sound out words. I'll help her enunciate by saying something like, "fa fa fa fork" or "la la la light" she'll copy me and make me feel so smart. Then she walks around the house saying, " lalalalalalala SPOOON." and "sah sah sah sah sah MOM."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love seeing her little personality blossom. Someone at church yesterday said, " Doesn't she have the sweetest spirit?" I of course replied, yes. Then he said, "I could hear her 'AMEN' over everyone Else's." Harley is that reassurance I need sometimes that I'm doing something right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9207570982593079683-599909132165967111?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/599909132165967111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=599909132165967111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/599909132165967111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/599909132165967111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/03/amen-already.html' title='Amen Already!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S7FdWvz0vxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nhgvqqzyDWg/s72-c/shoulders%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-7561279067215818342</id><published>2010-02-28T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:42:58.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get OUT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tv7o0ar0I/AAAAAAAAAco/hXJuaG0SDWk/s1600-h/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443567644967612226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tv7o0ar0I/AAAAAAAAAco/hXJuaG0SDWk/s320/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tu8BQkQyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/x9ecGRaudfY/s1600-h/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443566552016503586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tu8BQkQyI/AAAAAAAAAcg/x9ecGRaudfY/s320/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tult-OslI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wjqAvDeSWbc/s1600-h/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tuTO4UEAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/lEre0YbxeFo/s1600-h/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443565851298238466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tuTO4UEAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/lEre0YbxeFo/s320/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tb8IeXRRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GMt_1gYC1UQ/s1600-h/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443545663232492818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tb8IeXRRI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GMt_1gYC1UQ/s320/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Family,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this story to tell you another.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tbhOxo7SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/RBt7vI6e9Us/s1600-h/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443545201067486498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tbhOxo7SI/AAAAAAAAAcA/RBt7vI6e9Us/s320/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harley had a doctor's appointment Friday and ended up needing some shots. She got a double dose-er in one and a flu shot in the other. She took 'em like a champ and cried for maybe 30 seconds. The bummer was her waking up in the middle of the night with a temperature of 100.4. I'm told that fevers are common for baby's after shots so I didn't worry too much. Unfortunately I'd stayed up until around 11:00pm that night,(I have a baby monitor in my room so I can hear Mom Howell get up at night. When Dad Howell stays up and watches TV all I hear on my monitor is the news, obnoxious commercials and whatever TV show is on! So I have to wait for him to go be for I can.) waiting for Dad Howell to go to bed. When I went to check on Harley before I turned in, she was whimpering and started to cry. I stripped her down to her diaper and got a cold wash cloth that she didn't tolerated at first,but eventually kept telling me, "back, back mama." I'd lay it on her back and she'd whisper, "Tank oo, tank oo mama, tanks mom." I'd finally gotten Harley to sleep and decided to just crash on the couch, next to Mom Howell. About an Hour later(2:30am) Mom decided to go potty. I'd taken her, got her situated in her chair, given meds and sat back down only for her to decide she needed to go again. Needless to say it was beginning to be a LONG night. Luckily, Franny(Bryant's oldest sister, 25 yrs to the day) got up shortly after that to take a shift and I got to crawl into my bed. Poor Harley woke up at 6:00am with another fever and got more Tylenol, another cold wash cloth and half of a Popsicle. We stayed up until around 7:30am and went back to bed(where I was dead to the world) until about 10:00am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to the story I wanted to tell but had to tell the other to get to.(follow that?) Harley's been stuck in the house for two days straight because of her continuous fever and was about to go crazy if we didn't GET OUT!! I got she and I dressed for the first time in two days and we headed to Auntie Em's. I knew I'd just catch her getting back from church and hoped she give us the sanctuary and sanity that we were desperately seeking. Of course we got to pet horses, play with dogs and eat homemade potato soup with bacon(yummmmmy!) So this post is definitely a thanks to my sister for saving the day and stopping Harley and I from having utter and complete meltdowns!! After soup we headed to Scenic Shores just down the way, to swing the swings and slide the slides. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my family that lets me pop in and unload. Thanks to you all for always having room for a few more. Oh and did I mention yet that I love you all? Update you soon, Love Manda Moe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443544301616785698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tas4D4aSI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JrMDOveSEjc/s320/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4taYpvM1_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/f6lSmQUUON0/s1600-h/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443543954174564338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4taYpvM1_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/f6lSmQUUON0/s320/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-7561279067215818342?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7561279067215818342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=7561279067215818342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7561279067215818342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7561279067215818342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-out.html' title='Get OUT!!!!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S4tv7o0ar0I/AAAAAAAAAco/hXJuaG0SDWk/s72-c/some+of+50th,+uncle+francis,+Harley+Emily+Amanda+at+park+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-5738122723411621620</id><published>2010-02-19T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:00:53.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A morning Lula-bye</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke to a SCREAM from poor Harley J. She apparently was helping Grandma Howell let Daisy in and somehow didn't move her hand before Grandma shut it in the door.......Hard! Needless to say it was very sad. Bryant's sister Francis(Auntie Franny) was super sweet and didn't wake me when Harley decided to get up an hour early at 7:00am, had already fed Her pancakes and eggs and had stepped away for half a minute. I jumped out of bed and rushed to a very sad daughter who asked me while crying, "Nigh night?, rocky rocky? Rocka baby in top top? Pleassse, pleassse!" Which interpreted means, "Rock me in my rocking chair and sing 'Rock-a-bye baby in a tree top' so I can fall asleep because this is all to much for me!"  I asked her back, " You want to go back to bed?" Still sad and crying she assured me, "yeeeaaahh". So that's what we did. Rocka baby in a top top. It still makes me smile and kinda giggle just thinking about how I started my day and how she ended her morning. Poor baby.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-5738122723411621620?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5738122723411621620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=5738122723411621620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/5738122723411621620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/5738122723411621620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning-lula-bye.html' title='A morning Lula-bye'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-6026780731613277179</id><published>2010-02-17T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:53:46.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time till summer comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S3yM84JcfcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kqcBIa3vOAY/s1600-h/some+of+everything+2-16-10+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439377427448757698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S3yM84JcfcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kqcBIa3vOAY/s320/some+of+everything+2-16-10+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to do to pass the time! We've had a few cold but sunny days these past few weeks and we took the opportunity to get Uncle Buck's little quad out and let the kids go crazy! Harley loved riding the quad as long as SHE was driving.  After,we had a picnic on the porch with ham and cheese sandwiches, string cheese and apple slices... yum! My favorite part is that my daughter wanted her nails painted and helped put on my make up and then couldn't wait to go get dirty!  By the way, I had my ultrasound appointment Monday and found out we're having a.......................Baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Ha ha just kidding, it's a BOY!!!!!  ( as mom would say, "I'm so funny, I kill me")!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-6026780731613277179?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6026780731613277179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=6026780731613277179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6026780731613277179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6026780731613277179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/02/killing-time-till-summer-comes.html' title='Killing time till summer comes'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S3yM84JcfcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kqcBIa3vOAY/s72-c/some+of+everything+2-16-10+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-368702962953422946</id><published>2010-01-24T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:48:21.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Journey Called Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S1ycXNVce7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/qbMO8iVf27A/s1600-h/Jan+09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430387173232507826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S1ycXNVce7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/qbMO8iVf27A/s320/Jan+09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S1ybbk_Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kG0BO16Lbcw/s1600-h/Jan+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430386148790340498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S1ybbk_Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kG0BO16Lbcw/s320/Jan+09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello friends and family. I've decided to just give a quick update on life here in Howell Town. Bryant's mom was diagnosed with a lung disease called COPD(Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease)a few years back. It's pretty much chronic bronchitis and emphysema from about 50 years or more of smoking. Recently she came home from the hospital only to be admitted again yesterday because she refuses to quit. This will be her 3rd stay in less than 12 months. At this point we're told that if she doesn't stop smoking immediately, she'll continue to get infections in her lungs that her body can't defend. Her lungs need steroids to open and enable her to get and use oxygen, but being on long term steroids has weekend her immune system and bone density to an untreatable degree. So in a nut shell we're told this disease has run it's course and Mom Howell is on the last leg of her journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're also struggling with Bryant being away, dealing with responsibilities in Yakima. Needless to say, he'd much rather be here with his mom and family for what little time is left and isn't able to. Other than these recent trials, we've been getting along okay. Harley's been talking up a storm and is getting so tall! I can't believe she'll be two this year. My belly's getting noticeably bigger and we'll be able to find out what the baby is in less than two weeks!!! I've been struggling with mixed emotions from pregnancy, and the above mentioned situations but realize how grateful I am for the knowledge that I've been able to obtain young. The Word of Wisdom and The Plan of Salvation have given me a perspective that most of the people around me are oblivious to. I'm grateful I have these things to comfort me. So family, add the Howell's to your prayers tonight and know we love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-368702962953422946?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/368702962953422946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=368702962953422946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/368702962953422946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/368702962953422946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-friends-and-family.html' title='This Journey Called Life'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/S1ycXNVce7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/qbMO8iVf27A/s72-c/Jan+09+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-7069581813578091951</id><published>2009-11-10T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:17:36.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvnwhS7rtKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xS6ZGfJRaXA/s1600-h/sept+oct+09+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402613682816136354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvnwhS7rtKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xS6ZGfJRaXA/s320/sept+oct+09+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Svnvw2haKgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9kAH771vSLU/s1600-h/sept+oct+09+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402612850556021250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Svnvw2haKgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9kAH771vSLU/s320/sept+oct+09+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvnvNCEMU2I/AAAAAAAAAao/53NeBOABloM/s1600-h/sept+oct+09+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402612235179414370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvnvNCEMU2I/AAAAAAAAAao/53NeBOABloM/s400/sept+oct+09+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it over the mountain for Halloween so  Harley's first trick-or-treating experience could be with family. This year she was a Dragon. When we bought her costume we were told to go home and try it on to make sure it was perfect because they would only be excepting returns for one more day. I was a little nervous of making her wear it more than once but I did want to make sure she could walk with a big tail and the hood wouldn't cover her eyes etc. Silly me... We got it on and it was perfect. The only problem was trying to get it off. She kept running to our closet mirror and checking it out! She wore that thing the rest of the dang night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween Day is also Kamden's Birthday(Harley's cousin) so we had a fun weeny roast and costume party for Him.(He's Alfalfa) Later we went to trick or treat Jen's neighborhood where Harley thought it was actually more fun to go into houses rather than stop at the doorway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much else too exciting going on. Here are some other pictures of the windings down of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-7069581813578091951?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7069581813578091951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=7069581813578091951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7069581813578091951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7069581813578091951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-of-this-and-that.html' title='Some of This and That'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvnwhS7rtKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/xS6ZGfJRaXA/s72-c/sept+oct+09+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-6232950624418196279</id><published>2009-10-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:30:27.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes blessings are like presents wrapped in garbage bags with diamonds inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/St_obJA9LtI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mXvRrqn4QJo/s1600-h/End+of+July+09+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395286431587184338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/St_obJA9LtI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mXvRrqn4QJo/s400/End+of+July+09+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/St_oakoKpAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FSEmELsPu10/s1600-h/End+of+July+09+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395286421819532290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/St_oakoKpAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FSEmELsPu10/s400/End+of+July+09+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/St_nb5uR8BI/AAAAAAAAAZY/whTg-ePdDa4/s1600-h/End+of+July+09+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395285345150562322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/St_nb5uR8BI/AAAAAAAAAZY/whTg-ePdDa4/s400/End+of+July+09+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute is my family!? I know it's ridicules. I think you'd be jealous except for most of you, they're yours too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, This is the first time in a month I even touched my computer. We've been so busy. I spent a week packing our old house up and then crossed the mountain to wait for our new house to be available. While I was home visiting I stayed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jennis&lt;/span&gt; because Justin was actually working on my side of the mountain in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ellensburg&lt;/span&gt;. (These pictures are actually from my trip before but I have a lot of catching up! ) After staying with Jen for a few days I headed over to the Howell's and we visited there too! Sunday they had a family dinner and Emily came to join in the fun. Saturday night Harley started to get a fever and she was miserable all Sunday. She wanted to be held and even ate dinner slumped on her Aunt Mary Ann, with her head to the side. She'd whisper, "bite" when she was ready for a little more. It was really sad. Her fever actually broke and she started acting a little better so Emily and I made a trip to the Bald Hills to shake the apple trees. We visited for a bit then went back to Em's farm with our 5 gallon bucket full of huge yummy pie apples. Harley woke in the night burning up at 104.6 , We decided we'd call the hospital and ask a few questions before getting too worried. Em looked up the number and went to call but there was no dial tone! Strange, considering we'd used the phone a few hours before. Quickly I to ran out to my truck to grab my dead cell phone and plug it in, but couldn't find the dang charger to save my life! I decided we'd go to the emergency room, just to be safe. So I packed yet again because I had to be home(in Yakima) Monday no matter what, to sign papers to move in and hoped we could leave from the hospital. Our game plan was that Em was going to grab diapers and call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jennis&lt;/span&gt; from her cell when we got on the road and she had reception, and we'd meet at Jen's where I'd borrow a charger so I could get a hold of Bryant and let him know what was going on. Strangely when Em called, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jennis&lt;/span&gt; and Justin were awake(at 4 in the morning) because they heard a noise that scared them to death. For no apparent reason, movies on a shelf shelf simply fell off and crashed to the floor. Forcing Justin to grab the nearest weapon and run from their room, assuming there was something much more threatening than a pile a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; in the closet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left Harley asleep in the car to run and grab the charger. Only to find out when I returned, she'd thrown up. Amazing. About the time I had all of Harley's yucky stuff pulled of and thrown in the bathtub, Emily arrived. She helped rinse blankets and clothes while Jen and I got cold washcloths ,Ibuprofen and Tylenol. Poor baby. While Justin got ready for work, Jen called a neighbor to come help give a blessing. Unfortunately he was already on his way to work but there was a newly returned missionary staying at their house.Only a few short minutes later a tired young man walked through the door, ready and willing to do the lords work in a moments notice. Harley Jane was blessed with strength from our Heavenly Father early Monday morning, and then slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jennis&lt;/span&gt;, Emily and I stayed up and talked about the nights events. Why was my charger missing when I new exactly where I'd put it? Why were the phones not working? Why did movies jump from a shelf ? Why was that young man staying that particular night just a few houses down? The answer in simply because I needed them to be. I don't have the blessing of the priesthood in my immediate home and Heavenly Father knows that. He wanted my sweet, sick baby to have a blessing and made it possible. I know I've rambled a bit but I want you all know the blessings that we're showered on Harley and I. I couldn't ask for a better family to take care of us and drop what they're doing. I'm truly moved from the experience and know it was My Heavenly Father watching over us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to stop here and force my self to blog and continue filling you all in another day. Love to you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-6232950624418196279?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6232950624418196279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=6232950624418196279' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6232950624418196279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6232950624418196279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-cute-is-my-family-i-know-its.html' title='Sometimes blessings are like presents wrapped in garbage bags with diamonds inside.'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/St_obJA9LtI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mXvRrqn4QJo/s72-c/End+of+July+09+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-7515792443690764300</id><published>2009-08-12T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:43:01.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"NO NO NO!!!"</title><content type='html'>"Get DOWN! Get out of there! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NONONO&lt;/span&gt;! OUT!!" This is what I yell all day. Not to my child but to my HUGE dog Duke. He jumps our fence effortlessly and lately I've been rotating him from being tied up to being down in the basement and when he's done that for 10 hours straight then he gets to be free to play with Daisy. Unfortunately his freedom doesn't last long because he's always into something! Everyone on 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Avenue knows his name because they've either brought him home or heard me yelling it as I run down the street in my pajamas barefoot, clutching a baby. Sadly he killed one of the two big goldfish in the pond and now it's time to find a new home for him before I throttle him to death. Now, I've tried for three months I really have! This yard is just not big enough or our fence tall enough for two dogs, especially one his size. He's a mammoth. I really do love him though and he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sweet that I'm at my wits-end and heavy hearted for feeling the need to be rid of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things. Our Land Lords called and said they're thinking of putting the house back up for sale. "Just a heads up" they said, "nothing to worry about" they said. Yea yea. Yesterday I got two calls from interested buyers to come take a look .One for today at 3:15pm and one tomorrow morning at 9:30am. I cleaned and scrubbed the whole house, reorganized and deodorized the basement(because remember Duke's been spending a lot of time down there) and those dang people didn't even show. Not to mention I kept Harley up because I thought they'd want to look in her room and didn't want to risk interrupting her nap. So I ended up with a really clean house and a really tired baby. I've sent two E-mails to available rentals but still no reply. What can I do? "Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.." On top of being stood up, I've been stuck at home for four days now. Not that I have any thing really pressing to do but the option would be nice. Bryant's work car got a flat tire a week ago while he was on the freeway. The lug wrench that was in the car didn't fit the tire so he was a little irritated,( to say the least) luckily he didn't have to wait long. A cop stopped and rescued my damsel in distress! So Bryant's had my truck and I've been waiting for him to work less than a 12 hour day so we can go get a new(slightly used) tire for the dang thing. I know I should be able to do it, but He doesn't trust that the people in our area would give me a fair price for a good quality tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry my family, I don't want to rip my hair out or yell at any one that tries talking to me or anything. Nope I don't have cabin/bad dog/stressed renter fever at all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-7515792443690764300?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7515792443690764300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=7515792443690764300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7515792443690764300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7515792443690764300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-no-no.html' title='&quot;NO NO NO!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-3860504740673674689</id><published>2009-08-01T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:08:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And that's what it's all about!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTa64vwaiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/khAbNsLhdjQ/s1600-h/July+09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153761305061922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTa64vwaiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/khAbNsLhdjQ/s400/July+09+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harley's been cracking me up lately. She's so smart and funny it just kills me! Today after I changed her diaper I went into the bathroom to use some hand sanitizer. I saw Harley walk past the doorway carrying her dirty diaper. She rounded the corner, walked straight into the kitchen and droped it into the garbage can. She didn't know I was following her and you could tell when she turned around it startled her! She smiled sooo big and clapped her hands, meaning, "good job to me" I was so amazed I called Bryant to tell him that minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately we'll see her toys on chairs or the lower shelves in the pantry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just finding a place to set them down I guess. She always turns her motorcycle around so it's facing forward and she stands everything up. I'll go into a room she'll have just left and there will be her animals all standing nicely on the floor. Another thing that kills me is she's a stacker. Today I found a bottle sitting(standing up right) on top of a plastic baby wipe container! I can't believe how big and grown up she is, and how fast it went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I pruned some of the roses today. I love the rose bushes but they're a lot of work! While I did that Harley picked blades of grass and fed them to daisy. Which also proved to be a lot of work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTa6A9K9YI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ax3RugUbotg/s1600-h/July+09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365153746328941954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTa6A9K9YI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ax3RugUbotg/s400/July+09+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Oh man! I had a picture of the roses here and just deleted it on accident! And there's no way to get if back without messing everything up or starting over... that;s annoying =(  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTaA4OWC4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Val7O5MbLcg/s1600-h/July+09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365152764732509058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTaA4OWC4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Val7O5MbLcg/s400/July+09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carolyn Kay came home from her mission last week so we went to visit  and listen to her speak on Sunday. We had tons of fun playing with all the Kay Kids. Some of the games included,   'London Bridge's Falling down', 'Ring around the Rosey', 'Duck Duck Goose' and my personal favorite 'The Hokey Pokey!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTaAovMZeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zDn-72LOmC4/s1600-h/July+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365152760575321570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTaAovMZeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zDn-72LOmC4/s400/July+09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You put your head in...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTaABqREXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/71Lj7WFjXOE/s1600-h/July+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365152750085673330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTaABqREXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/71Lj7WFjXOE/s400/July+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTZ_zmfknI/AAAAAAAAAYg/sTGacWhHRp0/s1600-h/July+09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365152746311750258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTZ_zmfknI/AAAAAAAAAYg/sTGacWhHRp0/s400/July+09+002.JPG" 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;"And that's what it's all about!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy to have our home and to be able to be spending time together as a family. Bryant's been working hard so I'm blessed and able to stay home and not missing any of these moments with Harley......And that's what it's all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTY-5zZv3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3XMorGGLMl8/s1600-h/July+09+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTY-kTATpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cEaf7AJqNBM/s1600-h/July+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTY-Ue6CYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dqM_L-taN00/s1600-h/July+09+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-3860504740673674689?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3860504740673674689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=3860504740673674689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/3860504740673674689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/3860504740673674689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-thats-what-its-all-about.html' title='&quot;And that&apos;s what it&apos;s all about!&quot;'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SnTa64vwaiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/khAbNsLhdjQ/s72-c/July+09+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-6550556408740716791</id><published>2009-07-09T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:51:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy July!</title><content type='html'>The weekend of the 4th Bryant and I &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Slat6ESZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gQ0wv9A1Lic/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660019898742402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Slat6ESZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gQ0wv9A1Lic/s400/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; came home to celebrate the holiday and Harley's birthday. We cleaned his parent's house and moved the dining room table and chairs outside so we could spend the warm afternoon and evening in the shade of their big oak trees. Bryant and I were in charge of hamburgers and everyone else brought a salad of their choice. We spent the earlier part of the day at the river and came back to the house to eat grilled burgers piled with sauteed onions and cheese, and lots of yummy salads and sides.( Good job on the burgers hon!) Emily came to join the fun and withstood the Howell's really well!&lt;br /&gt;Harley was really worn out from a long day in the sun but played along so good. I don't think I got a smile in any birthday pictures though!&lt;br /&gt;She loved her cup-cake cake...strawberry on strawberry and she shared with any one who came close to her!Unfortunately last year she missed fireworks by days and this year she was WAY to worn out to stay awake for any. We'll try again next year.&lt;br /&gt;Bryant and his cousin were in charge of fireworks and they did a marvelous job, as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356659730123050738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SlatpMyfzvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hwNetfIN0G0/s400/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's something to leave you with. Bryant's niece asked me, "What do we celebrate on the 4th of July anyway? Jesus or God or something?" I said "What?! It's Independence Day!" She said, " Huh." shrugs her shoulders and walks away. I think she's probably still trying to figure out what that means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Slato7vOGhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/YTudMLIw6FA/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SlatoSMn7OI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-W6tB93PiHY/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356659714394942690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SlatoSMn7OI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-W6tB93PiHY/s400/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SlaV6u1Na-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/zBhEVpKaUhs/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356633643039943650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SlaV6u1Na-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/zBhEVpKaUhs/s400/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SlaV6ZQTp2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/XDMXnjKKg8M/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356633637248018274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SlaV6ZQTp2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/XDMXnjKKg8M/s400/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SlaV5z89ZFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/syu7TGZDVOg/s1600-h/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-6550556408740716791?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6550556408740716791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=6550556408740716791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6550556408740716791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6550556408740716791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-of-4th-bryant-and-i-came-home.html' title='Happy July!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Slat6ESZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAXw/gQ0wv9A1Lic/s72-c/4th+of+July,+harley+b-day,+cabriolet+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-3111366685509558609</id><published>2009-07-06T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:27:14.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah-Land</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the confusion. I tried posting this darn slide show at least six times, then deleted it, went back to edit it a hundred times and it STILL didn't download  right ! So forgive the errors, I just give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-3111366685509558609?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3111366685509558609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=3111366685509558609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/3111366685509558609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/3111366685509558609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/07/utah-land.html' title='Utah-Land'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-3495473229618200009</id><published>2009-07-06T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:17:04.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NjkyNTc1NjM*OCZwdD*xMjQ2OTI1ODE1OTcyJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*zNjA*YjNlZDI1ZDc*NTEzYjRlM2U*OTMxMWEwODY4NCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.photobucket.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed461.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fqq336%2FHarleyJaneHowell%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkwmCA-t7-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BVmHx-PA3eQ/s400/Father+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkwmByzcF0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/diI7CTo44ls/s1600-h/Father+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353695869295925058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkwmByzcF0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/diI7CTo44ls/s400/Father+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkwmBUmkZoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aFR96dT55ho/s1600-h/Father+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353695861188880002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkwmBUmkZoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aFR96dT55ho/s400/Father+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fathers Day weekend Bryant's Ma and Pa came to stay! Uncle Roger and Aunt Zennie(pronounced Zeenie) came to say hi for a few hours and we all visited late into the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to a birthday party for a kid we don't know but somehow related to. We ended up having a really good time.The fact that they had a pool might of had something to do with it!Harley had a blast, she was very sad every time we took her out to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkOn94-BARI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Egk4pkv8VNU/s1600-h/Father+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351305463952638226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkOn94-BARI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Egk4pkv8VNU/s400/Father+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday Bryant and I made yummy french toast, bacon, sausage and cheesy eggs(I had these at Jen's and can't stop eating them) for breakfast. After we all loaded into the Blazer and Dad Howell took us for a drive around the Yakima her grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;Later we had dinner and visited with more family. Too soon it was time to call it a night. Monday morning Bryant was off to work and the Howell's headed back across the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkOn9vtqLEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/34A9Ol5Zlpk/s1600-h/Father+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351305461468113986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkOn9vtqLEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/34A9Ol5Zlpk/s400/Father+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkOm0ZGwmmI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ifLcbvUl0cc/s1600-h/Father+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-8211632442259271152?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8211632442259271152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=8211632442259271152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8211632442259271152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8211632442259271152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SkwmCA-t7-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BVmHx-PA3eQ/s72-c/Father+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-8363225960403853900</id><published>2009-06-20T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:21:40.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was there, I swear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sj0YrT5mN6I/AAAAAAAAATM/3CWFs_FSQBM/s1600-h/mini+Golf,+June+%2709+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349459064741312418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sj0YrT5mN6I/AAAAAAAAATM/3CWFs_FSQBM/s320/mini+Golf,+June+%2709+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I realize now that when you're behind the camera it doesn't look like you were there at all! Yesterday Aunt Zennie, Uncle Roger and their grandson Jeffrey invited us to go miniature golfing. Jeffrey's a good boy and was practically raised by his Nana and Papa. For some reason he has really latched on to Bryant, Harley and I......I say "some reason" because he's very shy and doesn't get close to people. He calls from his Nana's phone almost every day,( he spends every afternoon there during school and lots of weekends(some times weeks) there in the summer) and asks" Do you want to come over today?" Needless to say, we spend a lot of time at the Millers. Strangely though he'll only visit for a few minutes and then disappear into the computer room, where he spends most of his time. Then suddenly he'll run back into the room to make sure we didn't leave, pick Harley up and hold her for a while, then run back to his computer game(Just in case it decided to up and leave too!) He's very soft spoken and very sensitive. You have to watch his mouth if you want to catch every thing he says..... I have to hardest time telling him no, for fear he'll be crushed. So of course, we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sj0YPAudc9I/AAAAAAAAATE/qcyoVigZy9o/s1600-h/mini+Golf,+June+%2709+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349458578557989842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sj0YPAudc9I/AAAAAAAAATE/qcyoVigZy9o/s320/mini+Golf,+June+%2709+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Any way, we had a great time and I can't wait to go back because there's bumper boats, go carts, batting cages, an arcade and tennis courts too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley was very helpful carrying our golf balls and picking them out of the holes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sj0YOYiMiSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8aqImuNPpIQ/s1600-h/mini+Golf,+June+%2709+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349458567769131298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sj0YOYiMiSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8aqImuNPpIQ/s320/mini+Golf,+June+%2709+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a miniature world Harley fits right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-8363225960403853900?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8363225960403853900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=8363225960403853900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8363225960403853900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8363225960403853900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-there-i-swear.html' title='I was there, I swear!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sj0YrT5mN6I/AAAAAAAAATM/3CWFs_FSQBM/s72-c/mini+Golf,+June+%2709+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-3269341750507670085</id><published>2009-06-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:04:05.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is......aka Yakima!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFl8wlHzI/AAAAAAAAASA/v3WYuNdMOxM/s1600-h/movin+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347960338281471794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFl8wlHzI/AAAAAAAAASA/v3WYuNdMOxM/s320/movin+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a glimpse of our new home it was built in 1920 and has lots of charm. We moved in on the 1st of June and were was a little scared that it would be a tough adjustment but we're all settling in fine. I feel like we've lived here forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFlqPvMeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ANrs4J13sqA/s1600-h/house+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347960333311881698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFlqPvMeI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ANrs4J13sqA/s320/house+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cutie home is Two bedrooms, one bathroom. Living room , dining room Kitchen, mud/ laundry room and full-unfinished basement which became our storage and workout place. Things are looking up (finally) and it's sunny and warm.  We live 10 min from every thing, (shopping wise) about 4 blocks from a pool, museum and park and still have enough distance that we don't feel like we're directly in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFlCK1uBI/AAAAAAAAARo/8Z1f4_dIuCw/s1600-h/house+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347960322553919506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFlCK1uBI/AAAAAAAAARo/8Z1f4_dIuCw/s320/house+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFk6yQbYI/AAAAAAAAARg/H9feVTT_B5Q/s1600-h/movin+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347960320571764098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFk6yQbYI/AAAAAAAAARg/H9feVTT_B5Q/s320/movin+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harley has a nice fenced yard and we we're blessed to have roses lining our fence on both sides of the house. There's a huge tree in the back yard with swings on either side and a pond and tricking stream(man made) in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDs6L138I/AAAAAAAAARY/zx_CPTmIWWw/s1600-h/movin+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347958258826338242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDs6L138I/AAAAAAAAARY/zx_CPTmIWWw/s200/movin+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One trailer full of possessions in a ditch: x dollars. Two adults sanity and one infant crying for one out of three hours drive to Yakima: x-dollars. Getting there safely, having a home and getting along beautifully: priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDstkEFqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ESzdStFJPgg/s1600-h/movin+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347958255438272162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDstkEFqI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ESzdStFJPgg/s200/movin+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Em came to visit our first weekend here. She left bright and early Sunday morning and came to church with us. After church we had a french toast and egg brunch(stuffing our selves completely), put Harley down for a nap and settled in to a Lifetime movie that neither of us watched because we fell asleep too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDsImPNqI/AAAAAAAAARI/6eAAzT_DC-M/s1600-h/movin+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347958245515277986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDsImPNqI/AAAAAAAAARI/6eAAzT_DC-M/s200/movin+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later we went outside, played with the pups for about an hour and soaked up the warm afternoon. Too soon it was time for Autie Em to head back to Kansas(Yelm)  She caught a twister ( Jumped in her rig) around 4pm. A perfect ending to a crazy yet fun week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDr9xTNRI/AAAAAAAAARA/U128ns2BFTo/s1600-h/movin+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347958242608887058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDr9xTNRI/AAAAAAAAARA/U128ns2BFTo/s200/movin+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDrsMI07I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KYpagj8Oh6E/s1600-h/movin+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347958237889614770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfDrsMI07I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KYpagj8Oh6E/s200/movin+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harley had a blast at the pool on Wednesday and was a little upset when I took her out to warm up!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well friends that's all for now, but I'll keep ya posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-3269341750507670085?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3269341750507670085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=3269341750507670085' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/3269341750507670085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/3269341750507670085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-is-where-heart-isaka-yakima.html' title='Home is where the heart is......aka Yakima!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SjfFl8wlHzI/AAAAAAAAASA/v3WYuNdMOxM/s72-c/movin+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-7223456456265547340</id><published>2009-05-28T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:23:36.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THE SECOND ONE FIRST FOR THIS TO MAKE ANY SENSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-7223456456265547340?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7223456456265547340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=7223456456265547340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7223456456265547340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7223456456265547340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/read-second-one-first-for-this-to-make.html' title='READ THE SECOND ONE FIRST FOR THIS TO MAKE ANY SENSE'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-4176062302577584602</id><published>2009-05-28T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:16:50.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dMeYyFhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TRU-BRMYgrM/s1600-h/what+a+wreck+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341019783237342738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dMeYyFhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TRU-BRMYgrM/s200/what+a+wreck+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dL0aViZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/q-kqH87XZ28/s1600-h/what+a+wreck+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341019771969571218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dL0aViZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/q-kqH87XZ28/s200/what+a+wreck+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dLsCTwuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kJLHnbpkq_s/s1600-h/what+a+wreck+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341019769721307874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dLsCTwuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kJLHnbpkq_s/s200/what+a+wreck+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now lets get to the Lemon of the weekend. Because Bryant recently got a job in Yakima we are relocating! He came home this weekend to help pack and&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dLeDebZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/n9rwjRpKhFA/s1600-h/what+a+wreck+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341019765968104850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dLeDebZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/n9rwjRpKhFA/s200/what+a+wreck+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; take a load back with him. This is what happened to that plan. The black truck that you see here was pulling a trailer with almost EVERYTHING we own including, washer, dryer, range fridge etc...... Luckily Bryant was only going about 45 when the trailer started fish-tailing and he was able to slow to about 25 before he, followed by a trailer full of really heavy stuff, ended up in the ditch. This was Tuesday. Now rewind. Lets re-cap so you can get the whole picture. Friday -up late. Saturday-up early, Howell shin-dig all day,and up LATE. Sunday- up early cleanup, take down , start packing. Monday- pack ALL DAY, up late( At this point I'm not sure if we've slept a wink)and my bonding(a tooth colored build- up on my FRONT tooth) pops off, yeah it POPPED off. Very attractive.Tuesday -finish loading and He's off in the evening.  Tuesday night- phone call, wait up till 1am when Bryant gets home after re-loading all of our belongings in relatives trucks. And now you're up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; At this point I threw my hands in the air and really just wanted to scream, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday morning- Go to dentist to repair my retarded tooth and tell Carrie Garner( a woman who's known me my whole life) the story. Who tells her husband and daughter who give us a brand new washer and dryer. And find a dresser they were willing to part with also. Dale( Carrie's Husband) calls the relief society President, who calls our bishop who consents to get us a new range if there was one at the distribution center(they didn't end up having one). And this is why every thing( like my tooth buildup popping off) happens for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important thing is that Bryant is 100% fine, not a bump or bruise on the guy. And once again we were blessed in adversity( an ongoing theme in our lives) to be reminded what really matters in life. Family, friends and the Gospel.  With these thing we are able to be back on track and have every thing we need to continue on. Satan CONSTANTLY beats us down. Every time we get close to doing something good we get met with some crazy obstacle. But I am actually really happy that we do because it reminds me that there must be something really amazing and special about our family for Satan to work so hard on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dLNFl4PI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/REiPU7zbS0k/s1600-h/what+a+wreck+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341019761413578994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dLNFl4PI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/REiPU7zbS0k/s200/what+a+wreck+104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-4176062302577584602?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4176062302577584602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=4176062302577584602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/4176062302577584602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/4176062302577584602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-lets-get-to-lemon-of-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8dMeYyFhI/AAAAAAAAAQw/TRU-BRMYgrM/s72-c/what+a+wreck+106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-429046017936761924</id><published>2009-05-28T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:17:01.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons, make a puckery face and cry. Cry till you can't cry anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8bpUCDUXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gox968w_V-k/s1600-h/May+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341018079650599282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8bpUCDUXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gox968w_V-k/s320/May+240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8bMWsGiEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/peuM1tAbDxo/s1600-h/May+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341017582147635266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8bMWsGiEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/peuM1tAbDxo/s320/May+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8a913U8eI/AAAAAAAAAP4/C0eQtpX2Hak/s1600-h/May+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341017332818178530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8a913U8eI/AAAAAAAAAP4/C0eQtpX2Hak/s320/May+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reading Jennis' blog and she mentioned that we've been slacking on updating so here goes nothing. This past Saturday was the Howell parent's 50th wedding anniversary complete with the renewing their vows. I didn't have any thing to wear so of course I waited until the night before and after cooking all morning, and decorating all afternoon, and hauled Harley to JC Penny and shopped and shopped until closing. We had Aunt Zennie and Uncle Roger staying with us( they're the ones Bryant is stays with when he's in Yakima) and Jeffrey, their ten year old grandson. I didn't get our pooped out baby home until 10:15pm and then she visited with then for another half hour. Needless to say it probably wasn't the best way to get the weekend started but Friday was over. So In the morning I got Harley dressed, packed food and we were off to the church to finish setting up. Did I mention that the day before 20 more people called to say they were coming and we were 3 tables short? So we had to get more table cloths, candles, flowers and center pieces. Long story short it turned out fine. The food was awesome and we had more than enough of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-429046017936761924?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/429046017936761924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=429046017936761924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/429046017936761924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/429046017936761924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-life-gives-you-lemons-make-puckery.html' title='When life gives you lemons, make a puckery face and cry. Cry till you can&apos;t cry anymore.'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sh8bpUCDUXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gox968w_V-k/s72-c/May+240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-8714032307156212184</id><published>2009-04-16T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:47:10.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy spring is here. I really think I'm a much more optimistic and happy person when I can see some sun peekin' through the clouds. I'm back to working part time and soon will be at the office four days a week. Two with Harley and two without. Bryant's been working steady which is such a blessing with all the lay-offs in the construction business. but is having to drive to Kelso( about an Hour and a half away) every day. Nevertheless, things are good and we seem to be getting some projects done(and others started) around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-8714032307156212184?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8714032307156212184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=8714032307156212184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8714032307156212184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8714032307156212184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-happy-spring-is-here.html' title='Hello Sunshine!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-1545463313862926751</id><published>2009-04-16T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:50:07.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs, eggs and more eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSDFPRNfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YKTJj-KHDCM/s1600-h/Spring+09+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325456034776561138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSDFPRNfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YKTJj-KHDCM/s320/Spring+09+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSCxgUBVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YChvUarWuuo/s1600-h/Spring+09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325456029479339346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSCxgUBVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YChvUarWuuo/s320/Spring+09+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSC8eJzcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/eziJxXnAa_0/s1600-h/Spring+09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325456032423071170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSC8eJzcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/eziJxXnAa_0/s320/Spring+09+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSCvORSJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/f1bDhJCPbrw/s1600-h/Spring+09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325456028866791570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSCvORSJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/f1bDhJCPbrw/s320/Spring+09+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSCfGMYII/AAAAAAAAAPM/pqNPAJC_MF8/s1600-h/Spring+09+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325456024537948290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSCfGMYII/AAAAAAAAAPM/pqNPAJC_MF8/s320/Spring+09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;April's been a busy month. We've been working out side in the green house and garden, painting a little, planting and re-planting flowers and this weekend we're transplanting some veggies. The week before Easter we had our Monthly family dinner and had an Easter egg hunt. And Easter weekend Bryant and I stayed at the Howell Homestead and had a BBQ and Egg hunt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-1545463313862926751?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1545463313862926751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=1545463313862926751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/1545463313862926751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/1545463313862926751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/eggs-eggs-and-more-eggs.html' title='Eggs, eggs and more eggs'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SefSDFPRNfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YKTJj-KHDCM/s72-c/Spring+09+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-1599437533110570724</id><published>2009-04-03T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:30:46.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SdamwaL1lLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/btupLtbSa2k/s1600-h/March+%2709+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320623360377722034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SdamwaL1lLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/btupLtbSa2k/s400/March+%2709+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken maybe a week after these starts were planted.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SdamI3PDVxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oNxqb1fYUq0/s1600-h/March+%2709+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320622680981067538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SdamI3PDVxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/oNxqb1fYUq0/s400/March+%2709+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this just a few weeks after!! Our plants are happy and growing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that makes us happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sdalaa6pTsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yrdK7yNrnOU/s1600-h/March+%2709+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320621883105300162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sdalaa6pTsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yrdK7yNrnOU/s400/March+%2709+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain stopped and the sun came out long enough for us to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make this years first trip the park. Harley didn't like the swings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much. She held her breath and turned purple, but she didn't cry!&lt;br /&gt;We had better luck with the slide and I took her down a couple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;times before we sent her down alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SdalaFkaLlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MFl0owu3zeE/s1600-h/March+%2709+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320621877374889554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SdalaFkaLlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MFl0owu3zeE/s400/March+%2709+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really liked the Mary-go-round and smiled the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-1599437533110570724?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1599437533110570724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=1599437533110570724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/1599437533110570724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/1599437533110570724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers.html' title='April Showers'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SdamwaL1lLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/btupLtbSa2k/s72-c/March+%2709+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-7272680220832389449</id><published>2009-03-04T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:04:14.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sa8UoLHr0dI/AAAAAAAAANk/y09flTVfWRU/s1600-h/end+of+feg+begin+of+march+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309485166105448914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sa8UoLHr0dI/AAAAAAAAANk/y09flTVfWRU/s400/end+of+feg+begin+of+march+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Here's a glimpse of the beginning of our green-house journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sa8UnqrNQ4I/AAAAAAAAANc/-IK9b2N7oug/s1600-h/end+of+feg+begin+of+march+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309485157396071298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sa8UnqrNQ4I/AAAAAAAAANc/-IK9b2N7oug/s400/end+of+feg+begin+of+march+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 So far we have 20 pallets planted(16 containers per pallet)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sa8UndEfXSI/AAAAAAAAANU/3ECWTfLS7pk/s1600-h/end+of+feg+begin+of+march+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309485153744018722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sa8UndEfXSI/AAAAAAAAANU/3ECWTfLS7pk/s400/end+of+feg+begin+of+march+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      Tomato's, jalapeno peppers, bell peppers cucumbers and more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-7272680220832389449?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7272680220832389449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=7272680220832389449' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7272680220832389449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/7272680220832389449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/Sa8UoLHr0dI/AAAAAAAAANk/y09flTVfWRU/s72-c/end+of+feg+begin+of+march+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-5806400286835175485</id><published>2009-02-22T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:58:38.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long friends and family. Here are a few things we've been up to. Bryant and I just celebrated our fifth anniversary! Neither of us feel like the past five years have been easy or perfect but we both agree anything worth doing has some difficulty involved! Bryant insisted our gift to each other be a nice camera. We've been using his dad's for quite a while now. So these pictures are products of that gift.&lt;br /&gt;       Harley's sprouted a tooth in the lower right front, but good luck getting her to let you see it. She's eating all sorts of strange baby foods like chicken and veggies, oatmeal-applesauce, macaroni and cheese and turkey and rice! mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;      Bryant's been working on a green house. He's really adamant about  it being a fun project for us to work on as a family. I have to say I'm a little nervous, I kill almost every plant I touch so maybe I'll grow a green thumb along with some plants! So there just a bit for now. I'll try to do better I promise!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgsZKSH6I/AAAAAAAAANM/zaorJodc-2Y/s1600-h/february+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305768889292038050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgsZKSH6I/AAAAAAAAANM/zaorJodc-2Y/s400/february+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgsEFrWmI/AAAAAAAAANE/JzmZen0Qqfo/s1600-h/february+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305768883635575394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgsEFrWmI/AAAAAAAAANE/JzmZen0Qqfo/s400/february+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgr2B2uGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b5GaPrGJv6U/s1600-h/february+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305768879861446754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgr2B2uGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b5GaPrGJv6U/s400/february+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgrnePMmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NlU0nrEwwBs/s1600-h/february+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305768875953959522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgrnePMmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NlU0nrEwwBs/s400/february+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgrfBNHSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/s6kCMw0_u3w/s1600-h/february+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305768873684704546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgrfBNHSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/s6kCMw0_u3w/s400/february+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHe60DInTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/66jK4IB8o0w/s1600-h/february+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305766938004725042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHe60DInTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/66jK4IB8o0w/s400/february+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-5806400286835175485?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5806400286835175485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=5806400286835175485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/5806400286835175485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/5806400286835175485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SaHgsZKSH6I/AAAAAAAAANM/zaorJodc-2Y/s72-c/february+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-2017595838297617318</id><published>2009-01-10T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:22:22.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyQpP1PJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c7NO_2Z9dp8/s1600-h/December+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289884867599088786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyQpP1PJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c7NO_2Z9dp8/s400/December+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Uncle Buck took our first family picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyQZi0enI/AAAAAAAAAMU/OagEmq4_0pQ/s1600-h/December+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289884863383763570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyQZi0enI/AAAAAAAAAMU/OagEmq4_0pQ/s400/December+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Our daisy dog is a funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyQN1IUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rtINTtBBeqk/s1600-h/December+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289884860239335922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyQN1IUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rtINTtBBeqk/s400/December+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyP_1egKI/AAAAAAAAAME/DpPNTtVawQw/s1600-h/December+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289884856482693282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyP_1egKI/AAAAAAAAAME/DpPNTtVawQw/s400/December+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyPtYsR1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/KoeVsLCsTms/s1600-h/December+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289884851530123090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyPtYsR1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/KoeVsLCsTms/s400/December+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was awesome this year. Bryant and I kept it simple with gifts for each other and Santa brought Harley clothes, books and of course, toys.   That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-2017595838297617318?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2017595838297617318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=2017595838297617318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/2017595838297617318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/2017595838297617318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/uncle-buck-took-our-first-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SWlyQpP1PJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c7NO_2Z9dp8/s72-c/December+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-8805871009722457864</id><published>2008-12-17T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:18:18.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SUnATEt2DGI/AAAAAAAAALM/4zRtSeVbiFM/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280963471984692322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SUnATEt2DGI/AAAAAAAAALM/4zRtSeVbiFM/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-8805871009722457864?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8805871009722457864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=8805871009722457864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8805871009722457864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8805871009722457864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SUnATEt2DGI/AAAAAAAAALM/4zRtSeVbiFM/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-2049823173313513618</id><published>2008-12-17T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:46:51.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280916051820986338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SUmVK21yv-I/AAAAAAAAALE/_b_UihvcMTs/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We've started to create a bedtime routine for Harley. So far it's bath, bottle, book, bed. She loves to look at the pictures and reach for the pages while we read to her. I love that she's so animated and noticeably interested in things. I can't believe how big she's getting. I completely understand the saying, "Don't blink or you'll miss it", and that's exactly how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SUmUkE5uxzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tuOgTtyaeyo/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280915385580701490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SUmUkE5uxzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tuOgTtyaeyo/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we've been coming home to an open door and a dog on the couch. Our sweet, and too-smart for-her-own-good Daisy has learned to let herself in when no one's home to do it for her. The day I took this picture I yelled pretty good at her. She was crushed and very sad and sorry. She walked up to Bryant with her head down and tail between her legs and when I came back this is how I found them. She really is a good girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-2049823173313513618?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2049823173313513618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=2049823173313513618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/2049823173313513618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/2049823173313513618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-at-home.html' title='Love At Home'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SUmVK21yv-I/AAAAAAAAALE/_b_UihvcMTs/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-513385130244829230</id><published>2008-12-07T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:57:26.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's begining to look a lot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyUF7giIWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nC3xF6mVxwg/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyUFfh8HXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Yf7ZiZvOChU/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255685455486322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyUFfh8HXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Yf7ZiZvOChU/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really looking forward to Christmas this year. Having a family of my own definitely puts a new spin on the meaning of Christmas for me. Heavenly Father was completely aware long before Christ was born that one day his son, a humble babe in Bethlehem ,would be mocked and scorned. Bruised, beaten and finally suffer and die for His other children. How scared The Lord must have been. How proud and how sad to know He must watch and stand idly by when he could easily intervene. I can't fathom or even begin to wrap my head around it. I'm so grateful for this time to reflect and celebrate my Lord and his son, my brother my savior. Last Sunday we got to sing my favorite hymn, 'Abide with me.' Reading it definitely doesn't move me the way singing it does and it reaffirms to me the power the spirit has through song and the ability to give praise and celebrate this Holiday season through songs and carols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-513385130244829230?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/513385130244829230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=513385130244829230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/513385130244829230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/513385130244829230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-begining-to-look-lot-like-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s begining to look a lot like Christmas!'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyUFfh8HXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Yf7ZiZvOChU/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-6223306947584975546</id><published>2008-12-07T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:25:23.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyO43kjc8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/mbdv0CnRJgo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277249971012465602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyO43kjc8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/mbdv0CnRJgo/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryant, Harley and I had a lot of fun tree hunting. We had a hard time keeping track of the ones we liked so after at least a half an hour of finding and losing trees we thought were possibilities, we started pulling dead ferns and putting them on top! After our exhausting search we found a tree that was, as Mary Poppins would say, "practically perfect in every way." I told Bryant I really wanted to cut it down so got in the dirt and got busy. I'm pretty sure last years tree came down in less than two seconds so after sawing away in the freezing cold for about three minutes I didn't really want to cut it down any more! Bryant saved the day and after less than a minute (I'm sure because I got such a good start on it for him)  TIIIMBERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyO4DK85pI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QxsOqzwyLXo/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277249956946437778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyO4DK85pI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QxsOqzwyLXo/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277249952819392290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyO3zy_LyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XOEINiuhrI8/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&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/9207570982593079683-6223306947584975546?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6223306947584975546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=6223306947584975546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6223306947584975546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6223306947584975546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/bryant-harley-and-i-had-lot-of-fun-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STyO43kjc8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/mbdv0CnRJgo/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-1104148864485010771</id><published>2008-12-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:25:24.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STiri9OdbII/AAAAAAAAAJU/gufP7-0splQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276155580503649410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STiri9OdbII/AAAAAAAAAJU/gufP7-0splQ/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STirirH1nDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NDfmFVnyJTg/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276155575644036146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STirirH1nDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NDfmFVnyJTg/s200/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STiriMpEWkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C8BcAsEPuBQ/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276155567461915202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STiriMpEWkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C8BcAsEPuBQ/s200/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STirh0zatuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/o_dvlfNuI2Q/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276155561062872802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STirh0zatuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/o_dvlfNuI2Q/s200/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random pictures since my last post.  Harley's started laughing and giggling and squealing! She's becoming so animated. When Bryant plays with her she puts her hands all over his face. Sometimes she pushes him away but mostly she pulls him closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STirhX1FGiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GNnZZrCR5JY/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276155553285216802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STirhX1FGiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GNnZZrCR5JY/s200/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-1104148864485010771?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1104148864485010771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=1104148864485010771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/1104148864485010771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/1104148864485010771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-are-some-random-pictures-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/STiri9OdbII/AAAAAAAAAJU/gufP7-0splQ/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-8601274990558958408</id><published>2008-11-21T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:51:38.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited for Thanksgiving this year, I have so many things to be thankful for.  As a teenager  I was a nice girl but definitely opinionated. My Mom would say much of that can be credited to my 3rd-6th grade teacher, Mr. Downey. He wore salmon pink polo shirts and jeans, with a short ponytail and glasses. He played Queen during reading time and threw starbursts at us when we answered questions correctly. When we had sore throats he let us suck on hard candy and he always let us decorate our room like a jungle or rain forest.  I adopted a lot of his mannerisms being around him 7 hrs a day 5 days a week and to this day I write my eights using two circles instead  of the traditional figure eight, like he did. I can only imagine how hard it was for my parents not to slap me silly for talking back so much. I'm thankful that growing up I was allowed to wear my jean skirt, hooded sweater and skater shoes to church. (I'm thankful that they curbed me but didn't completely shut me down.) I'm thankful for sisters that let me sleep in their beds, brought me home subway sandwiches to share after work, who on my birthday, away at a basketball tournament, bought me a stuffed animal so I new she didn't forget. I'm thankful to have been told to "go play outside" a time or to that developed my love for tree climbing and pine cone throwing  and spear fern fighting. I'm thankful for brothers who let me ride their scooters, play legos and paint models. For tying my barbies to plastic garbage bags and throwing them off the sky bridge or balcony(convincing me the whole time it was a parachute and she'd be fine). I'm thankful for memories and laughter. For family, for fun. For Husband and daughters. For fast cars and the color brown. Mostly I'm thankful for a Heavenly Father who placed me in a family that I fit in perfectly. For a Savior who forgives me for all my imperfections and for the Spirit that helps me understand my feelings and untangles the questions in my mind.  So mostly this post was a rambling of thoughts and thanks! And in the end  I'm just Thankful for Thanksgiving !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-8601274990558958408?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8601274990558958408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=8601274990558958408' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8601274990558958408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8601274990558958408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-for-thanksgiving.html' title='Thank you for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-836407348679801955</id><published>2008-11-02T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:28:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallows Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6LZKC9SWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UI3DP7J1gDI/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264298278752438626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6LZKC9SWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UI3DP7J1gDI/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6Ko-tuYvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/csM7aLQgth4/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297451076870898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6Ko-tuYvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/csM7aLQgth4/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6Kon-RumI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xv2ulc3fCUU/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297444972280418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6Kon-RumI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xv2ulc3fCUU/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6KoIB1MhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HNkhbVST3kM/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297436397253138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6KoIB1MhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HNkhbVST3kM/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6KnvUrbQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZXeDuNyOpFc/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297429765418242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6KnvUrbQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZXeDuNyOpFc/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6KnF6ZunI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O9SC_B4H5K8/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297418649352818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6KnF6ZunI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O9SC_B4H5K8/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harley's decided to throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trantrums&lt;/span&gt;, she arches her back, throws her hands in the air and SCREAMS so I've tried to let her be on the floor a more lately. I always told myself that my kids would be really nice and very well behaved and then my 3 almost 4 month old throws a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tanrum&lt;/span&gt;. Now I see how easy it is to fall into bad habits, and realize how much control it takes to not hold her all the time and let her learn a little independence. Friday night we tried to let Harley cry herself to sleep. After 15 minutes of what felt like a lifetime of screaming, we gave in and picked her up. The minute she was in my arms she became dead weight, took a few ragged, sad breaths and was out like a light in less than 30 seconds. So my goal for this week is to try to teach our spoiled infant how to put herself to sleep, and to figure out how NOT to cry along with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Harley Jane&lt;/span&gt; was a ferocious tiger for Halloween. She got extremely mad the first time I tried to draw a black nose on her! The heart nose I drew on when she passed out in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ5XXMDSqTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oasbbXt0edA/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-836407348679801955?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/836407348679801955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=836407348679801955' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/836407348679801955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/836407348679801955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallows Eve'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SQ6LZKC9SWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UI3DP7J1gDI/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-8726897594590291204</id><published>2008-10-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:22:26.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPutYRc4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/EpjrOaUO7jQ/s1600-h/october+08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258987622398182338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPutYRc4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/EpjrOaUO7jQ/s320/october+08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPutYrTMS1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7-_EWnkKRLY/s1600-h/october+08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258987629336873810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPutYrTMS1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7-_EWnkKRLY/s320/october+08+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weekend started with Chloe's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday party. Everyone enjoyed Chloe's dress-up crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPutY_G9KhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HI6f9HJC-8E/s1600-h/october+08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258987634654259730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPutY_G9KhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HI6f9HJC-8E/s320/october+08+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus1fpyhnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i5oFAqENsCY/s1600-h/october+08+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258987024915007090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus1fpyhnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i5oFAqENsCY/s320/october+08+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday night our cousin Troy got married. Joel, Jenna and Sara were all a part of the wedding. The ceremony was really nice,the decorations were pretty and the food was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus1jBwEnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UReNnN1SEsQ/s1600-h/october+08+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258987025820815986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus1jBwEnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UReNnN1SEsQ/s320/october+08+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus1y34HtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4BwHvPSHxqs/s1600-h/october+08+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258987030074367698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus1y34HtI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4BwHvPSHxqs/s320/october+08+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; says and does the funniest things. I look forward to Harley being that age. She made friends with an older man at the wedding in his cowboy hat and boots. He asked her how old she was so she held up four fingers. She was about to answer and then drew a blank. She ran back over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jennis&lt;/span&gt; and asked, "Mom, how many is this?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jennis&lt;/span&gt;, "Four." She excitedly ran back to him and said "Four!". He picked her up and they spun around a few times. Its always nice to be around family and friends where you know your kids are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus2TO9IqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HEhJH3j4Fdw/s1600-h/october+08+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258987038761099938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus2TO9IqI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HEhJH3j4Fdw/s320/october+08+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Harley's first set of leathers! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grampa&lt;/span&gt; Howell bought this outfit at the fair in the build-a-bear tent! The back has a picture of a mortorcycle with the words "Easy Rider" over it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus2nzh4SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/d8pTZWPWwyc/s1600-h/october+08+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258987044283212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPus2nzh4SI/AAAAAAAAAFs/d8pTZWPWwyc/s320/october+08+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-8726897594590291204?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8726897594590291204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=8726897594590291204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8726897594590291204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8726897594590291204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-activities.html' title='October activities'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SPutYRc4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/EpjrOaUO7jQ/s72-c/october+08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-8609167038155977316</id><published>2008-09-18T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:21:56.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMMfpHVvvI/AAAAAAAAADE/EdVOvp7cHXI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247551728568876786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMMfpHVvvI/AAAAAAAAADE/EdVOvp7cHXI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMMgBrOE5I/AAAAAAAAADM/t4NaaYTj308/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247551735161820050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMMgBrOE5I/AAAAAAAAADM/t4NaaYTj308/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMHuqp4OhI/AAAAAAAAACk/ytScHDGKfD0/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247546489122077202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMHuqp4OhI/AAAAAAAAACk/ytScHDGKfD0/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend Jennis' friend Deanna and her son Braden came for a visit. Pony rides were the perfect activity for a sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMHvJyPoYI/AAAAAAAAACs/JgnRpNNt2zs/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247546497478664578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMHvJyPoYI/AAAAAAAAACs/JgnRpNNt2zs/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily was showing Braden how to hold the hay so her horse Essence wouldn't get his fingers!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMHvdMyWrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LUEAYyYYuyY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247546502690265778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMHvdMyWrI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LUEAYyYYuyY/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Braden and Emily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMHv-JMlOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oWkssjv6S6Q/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247546511533577442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMHv-JMlOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oWkssjv6S6Q/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennis, Lukey, Taylor and Story&lt;/div&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/9207570982593079683-8609167038155977316?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8609167038155977316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=8609167038155977316' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8609167038155977316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/8609167038155977316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-fun.html' title='Summer fun'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SNMMfpHVvvI/AAAAAAAAADE/EdVOvp7cHXI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-6624381297896836835</id><published>2008-09-10T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:22:46.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SMh_eCr0sUI/AAAAAAAAABE/52YT9e2WfdM/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244581920166424898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SMh_eCr0sUI/AAAAAAAAABE/52YT9e2WfdM/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Harley's&lt;br /&gt;                                                                newest&lt;br /&gt;                                                                thing is&lt;br /&gt;                                                                blowing&lt;br /&gt;                                                                spit bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                She's very&lt;br /&gt;                                                                smiley and&lt;br /&gt;                                                                happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-6624381297896836835?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6624381297896836835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=6624381297896836835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6624381297896836835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/6624381297896836835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/harleys-newest-thing-is-blowing-spit.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SMh_eCr0sUI/AAAAAAAAABE/52YT9e2WfdM/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207570982593079683.post-4240409081976853491</id><published>2008-09-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:48:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>I can't remember who I was talking to... i think it was my sister in law Jenna, but we were coming up with creative ways to save money. I've decided on paying my washing machine every time I use it. I've never been good at saving money and I do A LOT of laundry. I don't know how two and a half people wear so many cloths and use so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;towels&lt;/span&gt;! Any way life's pretty good here in Rainier land. Sunday we celebrated my Mom and Dad in law's 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary. We surprised them with a pretty cake and I ended up with a surprise birthday cake of my own! Yesterday was my actual birthday and I received cards, calls and my favorite; singing voice mails! Thanks to my family and friends who make me feel so loved! So, I'm twenty four and am enjoying all it has to offer. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207570982593079683-4240409081976853491?l=harleyjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4240409081976853491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9207570982593079683&amp;postID=4240409081976853491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/4240409081976853491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9207570982593079683/posts/default/4240409081976853491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleyjane.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Amanda Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04966028852935209290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gfu7Mqh8rhY/SvdypzZ9DtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HSeO1s6QI98/S220/sept+oct+09+028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
